The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.
As the Southern Holy Gate enters Beijing, the collision between the Northern and Southern Holy Gates will undoubtedly intensify the turmoil in the DPRK.
But this is also an opportunity. The Southern Holy Sect wants to place people into the court, so Zhao An can also take the opportunity to arrange for his own people to enter the court.
Xu Ruqing wrote a letter in his own hand and asked Jiuyin to send it over.
She agreed to meet and join Zhao An at noon tomorrow.
"Sir, you have to take good care of yourself. If you have any questions, we'll talk to you tomorrow."
Xu Ruqing frowned and whispered comforting words, extremely gentle.
Too many things happened during this period, tigers injured people, Liu's legitimate son was killed, officials were burned, and Que'er disappeared.
How many conspiracies and intrigues are there hidden under the waves?
Zhao An was not sleepy at all and just wanted to see Luo Qingshuang, but considering that the young eunuch blocked the door and refused to let him in, he was patient and did not return to the palace.
A night of silence.
Zhao An's sleep and dreams were filled with the shadow of Que'er. She was standing outside the window covered in blood. The blue smoke blew her black hair. At a certain moment, the human skin fell off, and her face was bloody and horrific.
Zhao An felt dizzy when he got up.
Xu Ruqing brought breakfast, then took out a small box containing a human skin mask and handed it over.
Zhao An sighed and asked about the situation outside.
She said: "Just an hour ago, the Southern Holy Sect entered the capital, accompanied by Marquis Feilong."
Feilonghou is Lan Fei's father. If he knew Lan Fei's current situation, Bao Buqi would take action.
Zhao An silently thought of the old guy who was imprisoned in the Jingzhao Mansion Prison. The old guy was Tongwu Hou. If he was released, he might be able to get some help.
"Miss, everyone Zhou and Marquis Feilong just entered the palace to meet the saint, and everyone Cui also went together."
Jiuyin brought back first-hand information.
Zhao An asked: "Has Prince Ning entered the palace?"
"Prince Ning made no movement. Mrs. Chen accompanied them to the Imperial Study Room."
While talking, there was a bustling sound outside. It was Chu Liuyun who was back. He should be in the Imperial College at this time. Why did he come back suddenly?
"Zhou's disciples are here!"
Chu Liuyun's face was very ugly.
Zhou Miao is the representative of the Southern Holy Sect and is as famous as Cui Wengong.
Xu Ruqing's pretty face was full of anger, "So, everyone in Zhou tacitly allowed them to come and provoke them?"
"The Zhou family and Marquis Feilong entered the palace to meet the saint. This matter cannot be blamed on him."
Chu Liuyun said this, but obviously he didn't believe it himself.
The Cui family entered Beijing before the Zhou family. If the Southern Holy Sect wants to gain a foothold in Beijing, it is inevitable to come and provoke them. If the Cui family can be suppressed on the first day of coming to Beijing, then the reputation of the Southern Holy Sect will surely rise!
"Go and have a look."
Xu Ruqing also wanted to meet the Southern Saints for a while.
When the group entered the literary club, they saw several Confucian disciples from the southern school chatting and laughing. In contrast, the Cui family sect and some students who came to the literary club had extremely complicated expressions.
"It's him……"
Xu Ruqing looked at the two young and handsome students, her pretty face changing drastically.
Among the two outstanding figures in the Zhou family are Shou Yuncai and Guanghan.
Their own family was a well-known noble family in the south. They joined the Holy Sect and wrote several good poems, which were widely circulated and won the trust of the Holy Sect.
Taking advantage of Cui's absence, they came to provoke and establish their power, and they made good plans.
"Miss Xu, long time no see, you are still as charming as ever."
Shou Yuncai was very elegant, and when he smiled, he had the feeling of a genteel scum. In contrast, Guang Hanzhi was very bookish, unsmiling, and sat there in a deserted manner, as if everyone owed him money.
Zhao An ignored the two of them and just found a place to sit down.
Xu Ruqing said: "The two gentlemen have been tired from traveling and have not taken a good rest in Yunlan Pavilion. Why do you suddenly come to visit us?"
"I'm here to pay a visit to Mr. Chu and all the fellow apprentices."
Shou Yuncai stared at Chu Liuyun provocatively.
Chu Liuyun smiled but said, "It's a coincidence that you're here. It's just breakfast time. What do you want to eat?"
"There's no need to eat. On the way to the capital, I was thinking a lot below, and I can't wait to ask my brothers and sisters for advice. After that, we'll go to a restaurant in the city to have a meal."
Shou Yun is not ordinary arrogant.
In other words, he was going to kick the Cui family out and celebrate afterward.
Zhao Jing watched him show off quietly, and was also curious about the level of the Southern Holy Sect.
Sure enough, all the disciples of the Cui family kept their expressions on their faces and competed with each other for their literary talent. Who was afraid of whom?
The other students who participated in the literary club were all sitting there like Zhao An, watching with interest.
Chu Liuyun sat back down, smiled lightly, and signaled Shou Yun to start the performance.
"The so-called competition of literary talents is nothing more than poetry and songs. I accidentally remembered a word puzzle and asked all my brothers and sisters to give me some advice."
While Shou Yuncai was speaking, Xu Ruqing naturally came to Zhao An and sat down at the same table. He was stunned and looked Zhao An up and down with hostility, "What do you call this gentleman?"
"The surname is Zhou." Zhao An answered casually while shaking his wine glass.
Guang Hanzhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked over and said, "Are you Zhou Huang? I have always wanted to sit down and discuss things with you. Now that you are here, it will be easy."
Guang Hanzhi's vision is extremely high, and he looks down on all the disciples of the Northern Holy Sect, including Chu Liuyun. His goal is Zhao An, which is also the purpose of his visit today.
Zhao An chuckled and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Guang has made a mistake. I'm not a disciple of the Holy Sect."
"Sir, are you afraid?"
"hehe!"
Zhao An gave him a big look.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Xu Ruqing said, "How about the little girl poses the question and you all answer it?"
"So best."
Shou Yuncai waited until the southern disciples had no objection. Chu Liuyun glanced at him and signaled the junior disciples to get ready.
Xu Ruqing pondered for a moment and then gave the question, which was also a crossword puzzle to warm up the topic.
"The splendid embroidery fills the sky and shines in the night, hit something."
After saying that, Xu Ruqing blinked at Zhao An.
Zhao An was confused. Riddles were not his strong point. Besides, he was a time traveler and most of the time he relied on his five thousand years of civilization to pick up people's wisdom.
"I know, it's the Huaqing Cup."
Shou Yuncai pondered for a moment before giving the answer.
The disciples of the Northern Saint Sect were shocked and looked at Xu Ruqing subconsciously. Xu Ruqing smiled and said, "He is indeed one of the two heroes. He is really quick in thinking."
Shou Yuncai was so complimented that he looked down upon the Northland disciples opposite him with his hands behind his back and his tail raised to the sky.
"Why is the answer to the Huaqing Cup?"
Zhao An asked in a low voice, Xu Ruqing's big eyes were full of astonishment, "Don't you know, sir?"
"I don't know."
Zhao An is not an ancient person, nor is he a high-achieving liberal arts student. He knows a lot about guessing. He can do the simple ones, but he really can't do the difficult ones.
Xu Ruqing smiled bitterly and explained secretly, and then Zhao An suddenly realized.
The ancients had great imaginations, and Shou Yuncai could be considered a talent.
