As Emperor Xianlong wished, Zhao Xun did not choose to stay in the academy to practice.
The reason is simple. He feels that with his current qualifications and abilities, he is not suitable to practice with a group of big guys.
If the strength does not match, it is difficult to truly integrate into a circle.
Even if done deliberately, the results are often half the result with half the effort.
Zhao Xun could imagine the scene behind the permanent academy, either serving tea and pouring water, or on the way to serve tea and pouring water.
After all, none of his senior brothers and sisters had a fuel-efficient lamp, so he finally found a junior fellow who was easy to bully, and he didn't even try to kill him.
Zhao Xun expected this, so he chose to run away.
Anyway, he had already used the name of a disciple who had entered the academy in vain, so it was not a loss.
This name should be very useful. If you encounter someone who dares to bully him in the future, I will tell you the name of the mountain leader and scare you to death!
Of course, Zhao Xun knew that if he was really in danger, the mountain chief and his senior brothers and sisters would not sit idly by and watch.
Well, the mountain chief, right?
Please don't let me down.
Of course, in addition to this, Zhao Xun also considered the attitudes of the court and his parents.
Neither his family nor his country would want him to stay in the academy at this time.
After all, he is a rising star in the empire, the youngest crimson-robed delinquent, and a bright future is waiting for him...
The mountain chief also understood him very well, so Zhao Xun happily left the academy and went straight to Chang'an City.
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Zhao Xun returned to the bad person's office in high spirits, and felt the change in the atmosphere as soon as he entered the door.
Everyone looked at him with eyes filled with envy, and jealousy was naturally part of the envy.
Zhao Xun experienced this feeling once when he was promoted to Feipao, but this time it was even stronger.
Zhao Xun felt like he was being put into a fence and being watched by others, which was very unpleasant.
Zhao Xun quickly walked into the government office and approached Jia Xingwen and Wangcai.
"Ming Yun, you are back. Do you know how many things happened on this day? People in the government are saying that you have become a disciple of the academy. Is it true?"
Jia Xingwen was very concerned about Zhao Xun and took a few steps forward to ask eagerly.
"Well, I did become a disciple of the mountain chief."
Zhao Xun spread his hands and admitted openly.
With Jia Xingwen and Wangcai, there was no need for him to hide his reservations.
"But the mountain chief allowed me to leave the academy to practice, so I came back."
As soon as Zhao Xun finished speaking, Wangcai said excitedly: "That's right, that's right! Brother Mingyun, it's right that you come back. Do you know how popular you are in Chang'an City now? You are the Qujiang Poetry Club It was a blockbuster, and now all the cities and streets are vying to praise your poems."
Damn it, is that so exaggerated?
Zhao Xun really didn't expect it.
At the poetry meeting, Zhao Xun was so excited by Zhang Yu that he recited five frontier fortress poems in one breath.
No matter which one of these five poems is picked out individually, it is a masterpiece that will leave its name in history. Zhao Xun was really going crazy when he recited five poems in one breath.
Zhao Xun didn't think so at the time, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that it was indeed a bit high-profile.
But now the deal is done, and Zhao Xun can only maintain the character of this great talent.
"Brother Mingyun, I think this is a huge business opportunity. As long as you are willing, I can compile your poems into a collection of poems, which will definitely sell well."
Wangcai's eyes shine with light, which is the light of wisdom and wealth.
Well…
Zhao Xun has no doubt about Wangcai's business acumen and ability, but one thing is that novels and poetry are two completely different things.
Novels in this era were used for entertainment.
Poetry is an elegant spiritual sustenance.
One is a young man, the other is a humble man.
Zhao Xun relies on novels to make money without any psychological pressure.
But having to make money by publishing poetry collections makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.
But Wangcai obviously doesn't think so.
In Wangcai's mind, anything that can make money is a good thing.
"Isn't this a bit too high-profile?"
You say that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Zhao Xun didn't want to be roasted on the fire.
"High-profile? No, no, no..."
Wangcai said quickly: "Brother Mingyun, you are already a well-known talent, how can you be so high-profile?"
Zhao Xun: "..."
"Brother Mingyun, I will pay you one thousand taels of silver to buy the right to publish your poems."
"Poetry is an elegant thing and should not be contaminated with the smell of copper."
Zhao Xun said without blushing or heart beating.
"Two thousand taels."
The little fat man increased the price with some pain.
"Money is something external to me, my heart is on the road..."
"Five thousand taels!"
This time Wangcai's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were shining with desire.
"make a deal!"
Zhao Xun agreed without hesitation, his attitude completely changed 180 degrees.
A slap in the face? He doesn't care.
They give too much...
"This matter will be taken care of by me. I will order the money to be sent to Brother Mingyun's house tomorrow."
With Zhao Xun's promise, Wangcai could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Although five thousand taels of silver to buy the right to publish Zhao Xun's poems is a bit expensive, there is still a lot of profit.
In Wangcai's view, Zhao Xun was not only good at poetry, but also good at writing legendary stories, which made him a money-spinner.
As long as Zhao Xun is tied up, life should not be too happy.
Just when Wangcai was drooling with joy, he suddenly heard that majestic, cold and familiar voice.
"Zhao Xun, follow me."
Zhao Xun turned around and saw the bad handsome man Feng Hao, and his heart skipped a beat.
According to his past experience, Mr. Feng must have nothing good to do with him.
"As commanded."
Zhao Xun took a deep breath, walked out of the government office, and followed Feng Hao towards the second floor.
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Don’t be a case, don’t be a case, don’t be a case.
Zhao Xun thought silently in his heart.
"Zhao Xun, I came to you today because I have a case to handle."
Feng Hao's voice was low and his eyes were as bright as fire.
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Zhao Xun was speechless.
"Uh, Master Feng, please speak."
"Princess Xuanhuai's tomb has been robbed."
There was a trace of helplessness in Feng Hao's words: "His Majesty is very angry about this matter and ordered the bad guys to investigate the case thoroughly. A result must be found within fifteen days."
Damn it!
Zhao Xun was shocked beyond measure when he heard this.
Robbery of the princess's tomb?
Isn't this too shocking?
Generally, those who rob the royal family and clan tombs belong to the previous dynasty, and they have to wait decades or hundreds of years after the dynasty has been overthrown and the prestige is no longer there.
To steal the tomb of the princess of the ruling dynasty, this tomb robber is a little too courageous, right?
Let alone Emperor Xianlong, a king with the highest level of imperial scheming and a mean and unkind king, it would be impossible for any king to endure it.
This is a slap in the face, more outrageous than shooting an arrow in front of the Danfeng Gate of the Daming Palace.
But why did this case fall into the wrong hands?
And it seems that Master Feng wants him to take the lead in handling the case?
What the hell, Zhao Xun was finally able to take a breath, and the loosened strings had to be tightened again.
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