"Mr. Xuancheng, are they really okay?"
Seeing that the devil's energy was almost covering this devil's palace, everyone couldn't help but worry.
Feng Sheng sat cross-legged and said: "There will be no life-threatening danger, and the rest is hard to say. You are the future of the sect. Since you are here to practice, as long as everything is fine, everything else will not matter."
After another two days, Feng Sheng went back after making sure that the situation was under control.
At this time, Gu Qingjue, who was far away in Kyoto, had just finished his provincial examination.
After a day of rest, we made an appointment to have wine at Baifanlou in the next few days.
Li Duanyuan poured wine for Gu Qingjue and said, "Zi Yuan, you always refuse to have wine with you. Now that you are about to be seventeen and the scientific examination is over, you have to take a sip of this wine no matter what. "
Gu Qingjue was too lazy to pay attention to Li Duanyuan.
He picked up the tea in front of him and clinked glasses with Bai Shiqian and Leng Zhongyan, Bai Chengnan.
Li Duanyuan: I am the only one injured, right?
"Hey."
Li Duanyuan put down his wine glass, touched his smooth chin, and walked back and forth around Gu Qingjue's back.
"Tell me, if you are going to be an official in the court in the future, will you be able to stop drinking? If you have such a temperament, you will be said to be withdrawn."
Gu Qingjue said unconcernedly: "Having a few close friends like you is enough. As for making friends in the future, whether you can be sincere or not, it doesn't mean that you will get it if you can drink!"
"Zi Yuan is right."
Leng Zhongyan pulled Li Duanyuan over and sat down: "We have never stopped dating Ziyuan just because he doesn't drink!"
"Can this be the same?"
Li Duanyuan put his left hand on Leng Zhongyan's shoulder: "Those of us have a life-long friendship. We are talking about Changfeng. My siblings recognized Changfeng's mother as their adoptive mother, so he is Ziyuan's eldest brother. The rest. Can people be the same?"
They were having a drink in the restaurant, and at Gongyuan, students' test papers were being changed non-stop.
Ouyang Xiu was holding the test paper in his hand. Both the handwriting and the views in the article were very good. His views were novel, his analysis of the problem was tricky, and he had his own unique insights into the current New Deal.
He couldn't wait to show the test paper to Mr. Fan: "Brother Wenzheng, take a look at this."
Fan Wenzheng was infected by Ouyang Xiu's excitement. He took the test paper in his hand and only looked at the first page. He liked it very much. He read page by page and the more he read, the more surprised he became.
No wonder Uncle Yong is so excited.
Looking at his literary talents, he is even more outstanding than Ouyang Xiu back then.
"This is a rare and good article. It is really a blessing to meet such an outstanding talent in charge of the scientific examination this time."
Grading is a long process, requiring the invigilator and marking supervisor to take turns grading.
The evaluation is divided into initial reading and review.
The students were all at a nearby inn, waiting for news.
However, the news of the release of the results did not come, but the news of the death of the Eight Great Kings came.
Gu Qingjue and Yang Junsheng were sitting in the teahouse. The news that Yang Junsheng received was more specific: "On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, the official family also sent the imperial doctor to the palace to diagnose the prince's pulse. At that time, the Eighth Prince said that his body was still in good condition. Well, my heart palpitations are much better. But just two days ago, I suddenly said that I couldn’t do it anymore.”
"Are you suspicious that there is something fishy in this?"
The Eighth King's body had indeed been secretly tampered with before, and the situation took a turn for the worse. But his own age was that, and the Eighth King was already fifty-nine years old.
Due to old diseases, no matter how much you try to extend your life, it will only give you an extra year or two.
These were all things Yixin told the Eight Kings after she returned to Dengfeng.
In this case, even if there are some hostile forces who want the death of the Eight Kings, they don't have to do it themselves. They will leave traces in vain. If they are found out, they will inevitably get burned.
"In this whirlpool in Beijing, can we not make people suspicious?"
Yang Junsheng said: "You have to be careful yourself. I recently discovered that there are several groups of people checking you!"
Gu Qingjue was not surprised by this.
The only living uncle in the official family passed away, and Zhao Zhen felt sad.
When he was still alive, he had a lot of care for himself. Even though his son was taken into the palace to be raised when the Queen Mother was still alive, he felt a little unhappy. He was worried that because of his young age, his position would not be stable and he would be alienated from the emperor. Uncle for many years.
At that time, if the emperor's uncle hadn't told him that his biological mother was someone else, he would probably still be kept in the dark until now.
Afterwards, the emperor's uncle faded out of the court, and Zhao Yunliang was unable to be reused. He only received a false title and later lived in the mansion.
He also let go of his prejudice against the emperor's uncle.
Zhao Zhen came to the palace wearing plain clothes.
The three sons of the Eight Great Kings, Zhao Yunliang, Zhao Yundi, and Zhao Yunchu, hurried over to greet him.
Zhao Yundi said in panic: "Why did your Majesty come in person? You can't do it!"
"He is my imperial uncle. Now that he is gone, as my nephew, I should come and see him off."
In this way, Zhao Yundi shut up and quickly led the officials into the mourning hall, took three sticks of incense, lit them, and handed them to the officials.
Zhao Yunliang remained silent.
Wearing linen and wearing filial piety, he knelt aside and occasionally threw chopped straw into the brazier in front of him.
Zhao Zhenshang smelled so good that he didn't stay long and went back to the palace!
Seven days later, the funeral of the eight kings was held. Zhao Zhen ordered the courtiers to send them off, and a huge funeral procession went all the way to the imperial mausoleum.
After that, Zhao Yunliang stayed at home even more. In the past, the sound of tinkering with bamboo could still be heard in the house, but now that he is in Xiao period, these sounds can no longer be heard.
Everyone thought that Zhao Yunliang was sad that his father had passed away.
Only a very few people have a clear mind.
The eight kings are newly mourned. Due to the eight kings, the officials will not do anything to Zhao Yunliang for the time being.
This kind of feeling will fade over time.
When there is a voice in the court, when the matter of establishing a crown prince is mentioned, the officials will definitely think of Zhao Yunliang first.
Although Zhao Yunliang was no younger than himself, he was capable of giving birth, and his heirs were naturally more suitable to become princes than others.
Zhao Yunliang also thought about this.
If he had been confused, his life would have been lost long ago!
Therefore, he pretended to be a quail and strictly ordered the people in the mansion to stick to their duties and not to act in a flamboyant manner.
It would be best not to remind the officials of him.
The court was silent for half a month, and occasionally news came from the Western Region, neither good nor bad.
At this time, Kong Yue, who was sent to suppress the rebellion of the Yao people, sent a report.
Zhao Zhen snorted coldly and asked someone to show the report to several Hanlin Academy ministers.
"Why do you think that so many rebels were strangled but the rebels were not completely wiped out?"
Fu Bi said: "If the report is not false, then it means that the poor people come out of the poor mountains and harsh waters. On the contrary, it means that the report is false!"
When Fu Bi finished speaking, Kong Chong was greatly frightened: "Master Fu, it's easy to say this nonsense. Even if my son has great courage, he would not dare to deceive Your Majesty in the report."
Fu Bi really didn't have a good impression of this boss. He was used to speaking in an official manner, but in fact he had a deep mind, and his heart was only for himself.
He doesn't like it!
Today’s update is complete, okay!
(End of chapter)
