Pei refused to hear the words, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and he nodded hurriedly.
"To be honest, the teacher from a private school near my home once said that I have always wanted to read since I was a child."
"It's a pity that my father believed the slander and sent me to learn martial arts, so I missed the literary world. It's really a pity."
Mr. Xiang Da on the side heard this and looked surprised.
Those who can serve as guards around him generally have their family backgrounds thoroughly investigated.
And he still remembers Pei Burang's information.
According to Daqian regulations, children generally have to attend private school for three years.
As a result, Pei Burang only attended school for one year, and he complained that the teachers were like mosquitoes and always lectured loudly when he was sleeping.
Then he embarked on martial arts, and from then on he was out of control. Daqian also gained a martial arts war god who could defeat hundreds of cavalry with one shot.
You said that your martial arts cultivation is all over the world, I believe it.
But when did you learn to read? Still reading seeds...does this word have anything to do with you?
Lao Pei, Lao Pei, seems to be quite honest and honest on weekdays, but he never thought he wanted to be a scholar full of bad ideas.
"Then what's so good about this poem? I wonder if Commander Pei can give the little girl a few pointers?"
"Well, what's so good about this poem... it's... it's written in a special way!"
"What's special?"
“Excellent!”
"Hey, this guy from the Gu family looks like he has a talent for reading. He is only a little bit worse than me. Can the poems he writes be good?"
"Master, do you think so?"
Pei Burang bowed to Mr. Xiang and signaled him to save some face for himself in front of outsiders.
When Mr. Xiang heard this, his heart jumped repeatedly between his loyal subordinate and his conscience. In the end, he felt that he still couldn't afford to lose this person, so he said: "As long as you are happy."
"Look, my husband is a man who has seen a lot of things in the world. He said so, so it is absolutely correct."
Mr. Xiang: "..."
Do all the warriors in the world have the same brain?
Or did you damage your brain while practicing martial arts?
"Ah... What a unique insight." Xiang Zhirou racked her brains and gave a fairly fair evaluation.
Then he quickly changed the subject and said, "Brother Beichuan, does your poem have a name?"
Pei refused to see this and was satisfied. I felt that this girl was impressed by her unique literary insights and artistic qualities. She felt ashamed and ran away in a hurry.
"What do you think of the poem's title "Farewell to Zhengyang", Mr. Lu?"
Lu Xu is his real name, and Gu Beichuan is a white man. Even if he is writing poetry, it is illegal to discuss the real name of the prince of the imperial court.
In contrast, Zhengyang only banned the account and did not have so many restrictions.
After hearing this, Mr. Xiang finally smiled a little, nodded and said, "A good poem and a good name."
"Not to mention anything else, just these two lines of poetry of yours are worth it."
"I hope that one day, the old man will be able to make everyone in the world know my name."
"Just like it was when Taizu Emperor Gao was alive three hundred years ago!"
"The old man has a good mind and great ambition. I'll have a drink with you."
"You bastard, even if the old man has a drink, you give me a full half glass, don't you think you are a man?"
"It's full, it's full, it's full."
The four of them drank and dined amidst laughter and laughter, and then parted ways.
Gu Beichuan was still in Huainan, but Mr. Xiang Da and others left Huainan City in the early morning of the next day. Although the time was short, it left an indelible impression on him.
"Master, what do you think of Gu Beichuan?" Wei Qing asked on the way.
He has always wanted to meet Gu Beichuan. But last night, Mr. Xiang had an intention not to let the two of them meet, so he could only make some insinuations about last night's situation this morning.
Hearing this, Mr. Xiang raised the corner of his mouth and said: "He has great literary talent and has the ability to manage the world, but he is a bit insignificant."
The scene in Mr. Xiang's mind last night where a large family and a small child were calling each other "Unworthy Son of Man" and "Immortal Old Man" appeared in his mind, and his smile became even stronger.
"If this person could live in the same era as Kuang Lan, I, Da Gan, would really have the power of thunder and be unstoppable."
Hearing these words, even the people in Wei Qing's city were a little shocked.
His Majesty has such a high opinion of Gu Beichuan!
"Then he is willing to become an official in the court?"
Mr. Xiang shook his head and said, "I don't want to."
"Then I have lost a good talent in vain?" Prime Minister Wei was heartbroken and felt that he could not breathe.
"Who said that?"
"Just wait and see, this boy deserves to devote his whole life to my work."
Mr. Xiang said as the figure of Xiang Zhirou appeared in his mind.
He is so mature, so how can he not see the secret love between the two of them?
It's just that girl's identity...
"That's good, that's good. Such talents should be collected as soon as possible. If they are poached by other countries, it will really hurt me."
Hearing this, Pei Burang was a little angry and said, "I think Gu Beichuan is just that. He is a good essayist. I am better than him."
Hearing this, Wei Qing turned around and looked at him, with an expression of surprise between his brows.
"Who gave you confidence?"
"My private school teacher."
"Mr. Private School? I never remember that Commander Pei's family had a private school teacher."
"When I was little, he always praised me for being a good scholar. It's all my father's fault for sending me to practice martial arts."
"Otherwise, with my intelligence, my achievements in literature and art may be a little higher than that of the Gu family boy."
Mr. Xiang Da shook his head after hearing this.
Although there is no IQ requirement for selecting guards in the palace, but...well, that's all.
Wei Qing's mouth twitched, thinking about whether to tell him that the private school teacher said this to every child who didn't like to study, otherwise he wouldn't be able to earn money.
After thinking about it, I still didn’t say anything.
Perhaps for Commander Pei, this was a huge blow.
Scholars should not do to others what they do not want others to do to them, so as to be considerate of others.
Wei Qing is such a model.
…
Yang family.
In the dimly lit secret room, candles burned slowly, and the yellow candlelight reflected two figures looking at each other.
"Dad, do it!"
"The second prince is confined to Prince Yuan's Mansion, and the military officers are leaderless."
"His Majesty is seriously ill, and the prince who is supported by the civil servants is supervising the country. But Wei Qing is nowhere to be found, and his faction can't make much noise. The court has long become our only voice."
"This is the best opportunity. If nothing happens now, when will we wait?"
"Dad, this is the best opportunity for our Yang family to get rid of the title of Fourth Generation and Three Dukes and move forward!" Yang Shu looked excited, spoke urgently, and his face was full of excitement.
Hearing this, Yang Huai looked at his son and approached step by step.
Yang Shu just watched his father approaching step by step, his eyebrows filled with anticipation.
He was even imagining what would happen after the Yang family's uprising was successful. His father would be the emperor, and the prince could only be himself! Could it be that it could be Yang Shao who was born as a concubine?
However, just when he was fascinated and his fantasy reached its climax, a cold slap woke him up.
He saw Yang Huai standing in front of him with a livid face, and coldly uttered two words: "Treason!"
