In the imperial study, the official Zhao Ji is painting at the moment. Today's theme is landscape painting, which he rarely touched in the past.
Fortunately, I have a lot of inspiration today and my hand feels very good. This landscape painting is really to my liking.
Looking at the painting with satisfaction, Zhao Ji, an official, considered whether he should go all out and paint again.
I heard a low conversation outside the study door. Looking up, I saw Liang Shicheng gesticulating excitedly and muttering something to Yang Jian.
"Come in, what's going on?"
"My servant is here to see the official. I have just received the news from Xu Hechang, the Zuo Daolu of Yuqing Zhaoying Palace."
"It is said that we have now found a Taoist priest who can control thunder and lightning and practice the Five Thunder Methods."
"Use thunder and lightning?" Official Zhao Ji's expression began to change instantly.
He seemed to see a very tall figure looming in the clouds, holding an unknown treasure in his hand.
In short, every time he made a move, there would be streaks of thunder and lightning across the sky, and then hit the ground, and the deafening thunder would explode in his ears.
"There are actually such miraculous people in the world?"
The official Zhao Ji couldn't help but murmured something in a low voice. Yang Jian on the side saw the official's expression of beating heart.
But I couldn't help but think of the previous Taoist Priest who could fly into the sky. The scene when he appeared was extremely awesome. What was the result?
He was directly exposed by the No. 1 Scholar Gao Zhang, and even the No. 1 Scholar Gao Zhang took advantage of the opportunity to let the officials experience the feeling of ascending to heaven.
In the palace, in front of all the civil and military officials, a grand scene was performed in which the gods invited the officials to go to heaven for a meal.
To this day, every time I think about it, it still feels as bizarre as a myth.
"The official family wants to go, do you want to invite Duke Zhuangyuan..."
His heart was already moved and he wanted to put down the paintbrush in his hand and prepare to go to Yuqing Zhaoying Palace in person. After hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhao Ji, an official, subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
It seemed that the official realized something, thought about it, nodded and gave instructions to Liang Shicheng.
"Go and tell Yuqing Zhaoying Palace that I will go there in person in three days to meet that Taoist priest Lin."
"Moreover, let me examine Taoist Xu carefully to find out where this person came from. Be careful of those liars who are playing tricks."
Seeing the huge changes in the official family, Liang Shicheng could only suppress the doubts in his heart and nodded in agreement, and then couldn't help but glance at Yang Jian.
Why did the official, who was obviously attracted by Yang Da, hesitate when he mentioned Zhuangyuan Gong, and asked himself to remind Taoist Xu not to encounter a liar?
Is it possible that the Number One Scholar was not only good at both civil and military affairs, but also practiced Taoism and Dharma?
Liang Shicheng couldn't help but shook his head and strode quickly outside the imperial study room.
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After returning home, Gao Zhang returned to his familiar small yard. Everything was so cordial.
Even the old liar lying in the Gaofu Taoist Temple, with his mouth crooked, eyes squinting, and drooling loudly, looked friendly.
Nowadays, the people responsible for taking care of this place are still the servants of Gaofu, ever since that time when the Taoist priest made another new contribution on that hot air balloon.
Gao Zhang also paid more and more attention to this excellent scapegoat. After all, what could be more confusing than a Taoist priest with a legendary status but who was unable to speak or write to communicate with others.
In the future, if you want to create something outrageous or bizarre, you can just push it to this Taoist priest.
Anyway, he has to admit it whether he admits it or not.
It can be seen that this Peng Xuanji, who has a life span of more than 200 years and claims to be the grandson of Peng Zu, has been undergoing brain blood tests for several years, but he is still alive and well.
The clothes on his body are also very clean and tidy, and there is no peculiar smell. Even his hair is still tied on top of his head and his long beard is neatly combed.
If it weren't for the crooked corners of his mouth and the obvious problem with his eyes, everyone would just think that the Taoist priest was just lying down in this Taoist temple to take a nap.
This is enough to prove that these Gao family members who work three shifts have done their best.
Gao Zhang sat next to Taoist Peng, who had been trying to keep his eyes on him, and the others had wisely retreated to a distance.
Gao Zhang sat here and slowly and leisurely told Peng Xuanji, who had a cerebral thrombosis, everything he had done in the past year or so when he went south to the south of the Yangtze River, as if he were gossiping.
Seeing his doubtful eyes turn into awe, and even a little scared, Gao Zhang laughed and said,
"Taoist priest, don't worry. I just want to chat with you. You are really lucky to have met a good person like me."
"Even if your illness is like this, even if it is more serious, it doesn't matter. After all, I can't just throw you out on the street. At least you can be regarded as my and Cai Jingrokuro's nominal master."
"Lie down well. You will have to help me continue to take the blame in the future. Don't worry, you take the blame and I will support you."
After patting Taoist Peng, who was lying on the couch with a confused look on his face, Gao Zhang walked out safely.
Then he saw Fang Baihua, who had put on a lady's attire since she arrived at the mansion, and looked more and more charming, walking towards them.
Gao Zhang greeted her with a smile, and walked side by side with the young lady in the mansion.
After returning home, the young lady was arranged by her mother to live in a private courtyard, right next to her own yard, and a maid was specially arranged for her.
Such a move reminded Gao Zhang of a marriage custom that often occurred in feudal society: child bride.
Well, it kind of means that. Of course, it’s not about raising a young lady to be a married woman.
But he had to wait until he grew up before he could marry Miss Fang.
Before, my biological father secretly hinted to himself whether he had done anything he didn't want to do.
Of course, Gao Zhang, the boy chicken, firmly denied this, and he still keeps his integrity to this day.
"By the way, where are Fang Hao and Zhao Zhongtong?" Fang Baihua, who was walking side by side with Gao Zhang, asked casually.
"Both of them, I hired a teacher for them and asked them to study hard first. Children, at a young age, should read more.
Study culture and knowledge seriously, otherwise you will know how to do things, support your family, and make achievements when you grow up. "
After hearing this, Fang Baihua couldn't help but look up and down at Gao Zhang, who was not much older than Fang Hao and Zhao Zhongtong.
However, considering that he is now the number one scholar and has served as a magistrate, naturally he cannot be treated as an ordinary child.
"Little sister, why are you looking at me?" Gao Zhang turned his head curiously and looked at the other party.
"While others are still studying, you have become a minister of the imperial court. Even the slaves don't know what to say."
Fang Baihua said softly, her watery eyes falling on Gao Zhang's handsome face.
(End of chapter)
