"Take it seriously?" Ren Cong was skeptical when he heard this, put his left and right hands in front of him and looked at it repeatedly.

"Really, it's totally true!" Ren Quan, the general of the family, nodded vigorously without hesitation. "The fifth son of Zuojiazhuang was fascinated by phlegm the previous year and was like a monkey. He was awakened by his uncle Zhang Zhubu, two big slaps. Since then, it is said that he has never made any mistakes again!"

"Yeah" Ren Cong pondered in a low voice, hesitating.

He had vaguely heard about Xiao Wu in Zuojiazhuang. He had indeed suffered from phlegm syndrome, and he was indeed rescued by his uncle, Zhang Zhubu of Wannian County, and he slapped two hard in the face. However, there was another saying about this matter in the countryside.

According to rumors, Zuo Xiaowu fell in love with the second girl of the Niu family. He was so arrogant that he secretly went to someone's boudoir in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, he was arrested by the Niu family and wanted to send him to the government for justice. It was thanks to his uncle Zhang Zhuan to make peace, and he used the 10-acre-day good land to settle the romantic lawsuit.

The so-called phlegm is a remark his uncle found to get rid of his sins. Those two big slaps were to help his grandparents vent their anger, and to let him, a prodigal son, have a better memory.

"Young man, this matter cannot be delayed!" Seeing that Ren Cong could not make up his mind for a long time, the general Ren Quan of the family reminded him decisively. "I am afraid of delaying the phlegm syndrome. The longer it delays, the more troubles it will be. If the master loses his mind, you will miss another great opportunity!"

"Yes, Young Master, you should take action if you should take action!"

"Young man, it's important to save people, don't worry about so much!"

Ren Qi, a scarred face and Ren Si, a bearded man, looked at each other, both approached and urged in a low voice.

In the eyes of the two of them, it doesn’t matter whether a slap can really cure the phlegm and confusion. Anyway, if you can’t kill anyone, you can’t kill him. If you don’t kill him, just hit him a few more times until the lights are held, and the city gates are completely closed. If you don’t slap Master Zhang, Ren Wu and Ren Liu will have to violate the government’s curfew order tonight and risk crossing the walls of Chang’an City!

Although Guo Erlang of Chang'an City is famous for his hands and eyes, he used to send people in and out more than once in the middle of the night. He can go there, but now he is now. In the past, the prince still lived in the East Palace, with two queens, and was filial and kind to his mother. But now, the prince was forced to commit suicide by the queen and apologize. All the officials involved in the East Palace were searched, and their heads were lost, leaving no one left.

At this time, if you climb over the walls of Chang'an City, what's wrong with seeking death? If you are caught by soldiers who are patrolling the night, you will be regarded as a member of the deposed prince, and then follow the clues. The male members of the Ren family, including slaves, may be doomed!

"Young man, I think you might as well try Ren Quan's method!" The smart people are not only Ren Qi and Ren Si, and Ren Wu is not willing to bet on the life of a man from the village for a stranger he has never met before. He led the horse over and whispered to help him.

"Then try?" Ren Cong rubbed his hands and murmured in a low voice.

"Try it, young man, don't hesitate. The more hesitant you are, the less likely the master will wake up!" The servants in unison encouraged Ren Cong, fearing that he would think of the trouble of going to the city to buy medicine again.

"Then try it, Master, Brother Zhang, Ren offended me!" Ren Cong was so excited that he was so excited that he clenched his fist with his left hand, and then raised his right arm high.

However, before his arm was swinging, he was relieved again. He quietly took two steps back and discussed with Ren Quan in a low voice, "Or come. If you know medical skills, you will definitely be more accurate than me. And if I fight harder and the master wakes up, he will not accept me as his disciple, and he will miss another opportunity!"

"Young Lord, you..." He was so angry that he stamped his feet repeatedly by Ren Cong's cowardly look. Ren Quan whispered. However, thinking of the other party's obsession with cultivation, he couldn't bear to say too much. He had to turn his head to Ren Qi, who had the most vicious face among the crowd, and whispered, "Xiao Qi, go!"

"I? It's so thorn!" Ren Qi agreed happily, rolling his arms and sleeves to try. However, he quickly retreated back after rolling his sleeves halfway, "Young man, it's better for you to come. The master reads the words and writes, and is white and tender. He looks like a noble person. He doesn't even recognize his own name. If he slaps on his face, he will sooner or later be punished by God!"

"You coward!" Ren Cong was so angry that he kicked Ren Qi with a big butt, "Where did that tiger sneer usually go?! At the critical moment, he was even worse than a woman!"

"Young Lord, there is a difference between high and low, and there is a difference between high and low!" Ren Qi got up, smiled and retreated, while bowing and begging for mercy. "With Master Zhang's appearance and pure spirit, how many families can find in Chang'an City? Young Lord beat him is a treatment for the disease. He will definitely not care about Shao Langjun after he wakes up. And beating him is the offender. If Master Zhang becomes serious..."

"Get out! If you don't have the courage, just get out!" Ren Cong knew that the other party was telling the truth and scolded helplessly.

In Chang'an City, the hierarchy and order have been very clear since Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty, and ordinary people dare not cross it easily. The clothes worn by Master Xiao Zhang are rare things in the world. People are fair and noble, and can write well. Even if they are not from a wealthy family, they should be descendants of officials or local famous families.

As a slave, Ren Qi slapped him, and for whatever reason, he was suspected of being the best. Master Xiao Zhang would not pursue the matter later. If he pursued him, Ren Qi would definitely not be able to take the blame!

Although Ren Cong is a young boss, it is difficult for him to plead for Ren Qi in such matters. Unless he himself goes out to turn against Master Xiao Zhang, he no longer expects to learn anything from the other party!

Thinking of this period, Ren Cong no longer expects his subordinates to do it for him. Ren Qi did not have the courage to slap Master Zhang in the face, and the same was true for Ren Si, Ren Wu and Ren Liu. As for Ren Quan, although his status was a little higher, he would be the following offenders.

Holding his left and right hands a few times, Ren Cong gritted his teeth and raised his right arm high again. He was about to thrust his left face hard at Zhang Qian, but he suddenly realized that the other party had slowly raised his head, and there was no longer any confusion in his eyes.

"Master, Brother Zhang, are you okay?" In an instant, Ren Cong was overjoyed. He quickly put away his arms and asked with a flattering look on his face.

After asking, he realized that the other party might not understand what he said. He quickly squatted down again and grabbed the stone dragon and flying phoenix. "Brother Zhang, why are you so disappointed just now? You're so anxious!"

"It's okay!" Zhang Qianqiang smiled and hugged Ren Cong, then picked up the stone again, and slowly wrote. "I drank a little anxiously before, but I lost my composure. Please forgive me, Brother Ren!"

The words in this line may not be accurate, but the meaning is expressed clearly enough. After seeing this, Ren Cong became more and more sure that his phlegm syndrome had improved, and there was no need to take the risk of slapping him in the face. He suddenly felt relaxed all over his body. Grasp the stones and quickly replenish them, "It's okay, Brother Zhang is polite! The storm is coming, and Brother Zhang is willing to go down the mountain with Ren. Ren's house's village is five miles northwest of Xiangji Temple."

It must be too abrupt when they become disciples as soon as they meet, and the possibility of being rejected by the "experts" is extremely high. Therefore, Ren Cong deliberately kept a scruple and invited "Master Zhang" to his own farm to serve him with good wine and meat. When the other party has a good impression of him, he will mention the appointment of disciples. By then, it will surely be a natural result!

However, it is very regrettable that such sincere invitation was rejected by the other party without hesitation. The latter smiled again, and slowly wrote on the ground in residual characters: "It is not convenient to bother me for the first time, brother Ren, don't blame me! I would like to ask for advice. What year is it? Which saint is in power?"

This is the most appropriate language that Zhang Qianneng found in the ancient Chinese and ancient poems he had learned. After he wanted to write it out with a clinker, he disappointed Ren Cong very much. After a while, he wrote very hard: "It was the third year of Shenlong and the first year of Jinglong. When the priest was a priest, he was the only one who had no choice but to invite him to do so! Master, I sincerely invite you. I hope the master will not be careless of the humble house!"

It’s not a big mistake for Young Master Ren Cong to have a temper. From childhood to adulthood, he has heard of those who are lost, but never those who are lost in the New Year.

Looking at the Tang Dynasty, except for the barbarians in the mountains in Lingnan, the rest of the people, even if they don’t know that the year name of this year was changed to Jinglong, they also know that the year name of the third year of Shenlong is impossible for anyone to know that the current emperor is Li Xian.

"Show? Why is the national name today?" Zhang Qian did not notice the wrong emotions in Ren Cong at all. He suppressed the shock and disappointment in his heart and continued to write with stones for consultation.

The reason why he was able to suppress his drunkenness just now was because he firmly believed that his knowledge was wide enough and his liberal arts foundation was good enough. Even in ancient times, he could still be exciting enough.

If it was the Song Dynasty, he might be able to take the exam for a small official and drink with Su Shi, Liu Yong and others. If it was the Han Dynasty, he might be able to be a military advisor for Huo Qubing, or talk about economics with Jia Yi. If it was the early Tang Dynasty, it would be the best, the Zhenguan governance, the Fourth Aunt Service, talk about anti-corruption and integrity with Wei Zheng, and discuss health and wellness with Qin Qiong...

However, he never expected that in the answer given by Ren Cong, there were two completely unfamiliar years, Shenlong and Jinglong. What kind of rustic years are these? Who is the ruling emperor in the ruling world now? Without Su Shi, Huo Qubing, Wei Zheng, Li Bai and Du Fu, what is the feeling of this ruling time travel?!

'Pretty, keep pretending! I'll waste my life with you today, even if you learn from the Huangshi Gong! At worst, I'll be Zhang Liang to pick up shoes for you!' I was so angry that I was angry when Zhang Qian's cold attitude. Ren Cong stubbornly gritted his teeth and insisted on writing and answering: "The country name is Tang! Your Majesty the Emperor is the seventh son of Your Majesty Gaozong. He served his mother as a filial piety and once abdicated in the empress dowager. Two and a half years ago, the empress dowager was old and remembered the filial piety of the emperor, and he passed it back to Your Majesty! Master, it's better to go to the younger generation's house to hide for a while." (Note 2: Emperor Zhongzong Li Xian was once deposed by Wu Zetian. Later, in his later years, Wu Zetian changed his mind and passed it to him. In the first year of Jinglong, that is, 707 AD)

‘Da Tang? I understand, it was him!’ In an instant, Zhang Qian suddenly realized, and then he was ashamed of shame.

As a liberal arts student, I didn’t remember the reign of Emperor Zhongzong of Tang Li Xian! I was so embarrassed to ask why the current national name is? It’s so shameless! Fortunately, I have traveled through time and no matter how ugly I am, I will never be known by the history teacher.

Thinking of this, a hint of gratitude vaguely surged in Zhang Qian's heart. He grabbed the stone and responded quickly on the ground, "Thank you, Brother Ren, for your invitation, but Zhang is really inconvenient to disturb you today. Chang'an is not big, and you and I will have a date in the future!"

After writing, he threw a stone on the ground, untied his schoolbag, shook out all the gravels inside. He stood up and strided onto the mountain road to the east!

It’s a filial matter to the mother. Emperor Zhongzong of Tang was forced to give way by his mother. The ancients really didn’t blush when they lied.

I remembered my son's filial behavior again. Is it a choice that was forced by the situation and helpless?!

Although I don’t remember who the Shenlong was, I still vaguely remember the general direction of history.

Now that Emperor Zhongzong of Tang has become emperor for the second time, is the prosperity of Kaiyuan still far away?
Chapter completed!