Pei Shu stood up and gave her solemnly thanked her.

At first, she was determined to leave the Duke's Mansion and set up her own business. Since she was reborn, she has been dying about family affairs. Now she has to change her path and some things naturally have to be planned again.

However, even if you want to raise fish, you don’t want to raise some stinky fish and rotten shrimps. Only with strong faculty and an environment that is not inferior to academy can you attract truly high-quality talents.

Mr. Zhan was willing to come forward, which really helped her a lot.

Zhan Youqian waved his hand: "Don't be busy thanking you for now. Those old guys who are full of knowledge are aloof. Can you tell them? I don't know if you can tell them."

Pei Shu said: "I can save it. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it is extremely rare to have you come forward to make a move."

This made people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Zhan Youqian was pleased and thought that he would cheat her of one or two old antiques into a trap.

At the same time, I don’t forget to seek more benefits for myself: “When I’m free, I don’t refuse if I invite you to play chess.”

Pei Shu naturally agreed.

When you are free, there is room for operation.

It was night, and the city was covered with dark lights.

In the Lanyuan Courtyard, the lights are as bright as day, Pei Shu is at her desk and writes quickly, adjusting the details of the plan.

The existing tribe school is located at the back end of the ancestral temple, and it is enough for the private school courtyard to only accept family children. It would be a bit cramped to accommodate external students.

Not so grand enough.

The second uncle is about to be released, and his family will be relocated. The North Courtyard is idle and dust is accumulated. It is better to renovate the clan school according to local conditions.

Although my second uncle and his family have lived a hard life over the years, the entire North Courtyard is actually not small.

The north courtyard is facing the street, called "Line Book Street", a bookstore, classic book shop, and ancient books gather in the street, with a full cultural atmosphere.

Most of the people who come here are cultural people with ink and some Buddhist lay Buddhists. They are proficient in their practice and are not as noisy as in the streets of selling goods.

On the back is a quiet forest. When you pass through the forest, you will see the lake view, and the environment is undeniable.

It is a Feng Shui place where quietness is achieved through chaos.

Just before, the location facing the Line Book Street, a small door was dug for the second uncle's family to enter and exit. On this basis, it can be used for the main entrance of the private school, and the inner part will be slightly renovated, and a wall will be built to block the connection with the back house.

In this way, a private academy that is both independent and closely connected with the Duke's Mansion was completed.

Pei Shu calculated and stepped up the construction period to be completed in one month.

At the same time, Yunlu went to the North Courtyard.

Although the North Courtyard is not under Pei Yuanchang's name, and the rest of the Pei family also regard the second house as a shame of staying under the same roof, Pei Shu treated him as a family.

When the North Courtyard is renovated, saying hello in advance is the minimum respect.

After entering the front hall of the North Courtyard, Yunlu said politely and politely: "Second Master, the female means to try not to disturb your daily life. The front will not move for the time being. First build a wall that partitions the backyard. Is it convenient for you to see?"

"Make it up, build it as you like." Pei Yuanchang waved his hand.

Although his nephew sent a maid to send a message to rebuild the North Courtyard and did not indicate where he went, Pei Yuanchang was very enlightened.

After a little recollection of the causes and consequences, he knew that he had gone out to work as an official and was sure to set off soon. The appointment was after the birthday festival.

Pei Yuanchang was naturally happy when he wanted to get through the joints.

Yun Lu bent down and said, "Thank you, Second Master, for your understanding and tolerance. I will go and report back to the Queen."

Pei Yuanchang stood up and said, "It's dark, the road is on the way, I'll give you a look."

Yunlu stopped him: "The superiors and inferiors are orderly, I am a maid, and you are the master, how can you be reversed? The second master will be a great person in the future, so there is no need to underestimate himself."

Pei Yuanchang was stunned.

Look, who said he didn't give him a letter? He said he was sure to give him a message.

His nephew is indeed a great cause. Even the maids around him are not simple. Pei Yuanchang's eyes are wet.

The Queen is here to save his god...

For many years, he was despised and ridiculed outside, and said that the masters of each courtyard were all talked about. None of the servants took him seriously, and he wanted to ride his neck as a mighty man.

He bowed his head and lived a frustration over the years!

After a long time, how could he not be moved by this heartfelt respect?

At this time, the dusk was already deep and the earth was dark.

But I saw a house with lanterns in front of the eaves of the roof tiles emitted a red light, and someone walked along the light of fireflies and stepped into the bright light.

In the brightly lit study, the visitor was wearing a black robe and wrapped his whole body tightly, with scars under the hood.

When I raised my head, I was beyond recognition and shocked.

I'm afraid no one can recognize this. This is the former deputy general who died on the battlefield in the battle of Nanyi five years ago.

——Han Zhao.

He sat in the shadow of light, playing with an extremely sharp scabbard, and said with regret: "It's boring, the minions raised by dog ​​thieves can't stand the tossing."

Xie Xian stood in front of the birds and beasts with long body. The spreading rice paper outlined the general outline of a landscape painting. He lowered his eyes and focused on rendering the details.

He did not respond.

Han Zhao didn't care much about this, as if he was used to the rhythm of talking with him, and even played with the sword with interest.

The flexibly flying blade pulled out a hole in the fingertips, and blood beads rushed out one after another.

The smell of blood seemed to stimulate the hidden beastliness. He raised his bleeding fingers to look at it for a moment, put it on the tip of his tongue and took a sip, cracking his mouth and revealing a satisfying and perverted expression.

With his terrifying appearance, the picture is indescribable.

After drawing the last stroke, Xie Xian stepped back and seemed not satisfied with the observation for a while. After grabbing the drawing paper and kneading it into a ball and throwing it aside, he then raised his eyelids and looked at Han Zhao.

"How can I die?"

Han Zhao was like a madman who lost the pain, rubbed his torn fingertips back and forth, and replied: "As before, I can't stand the torture. I was about to pry my mouth open, but my pupils suddenly dilated, and I was spasm and salivating."

During the five years, several suspicious people related to the theft of official silver were arrested one after another and brought back for detention and interrogation, but they always died inexplicably at the critical moment when they were about to confess.

Very strange.

Even if I had no toxins or insects found in the corpse, it was like I was hit by some mysterious curse.

So much so that the most important clue stagnates and is difficult to break through.

Xie Xian re-preads a piece of drawing paper: "The thief is like a rat worm hidden in the gutter during the day and at night. It is not easy to catch it. Don't try to satisfy your secret habits."

The prisoner's death is indeed strange, but some people cannot stand torture and die first.

Han Zhao kept using the tip of his teeth to bite the wounded finger, and said in a vague tone: "It's all hard bones, so if you don't use ruthless hands, you can't open your mouth."

In recent years, others are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and they have lived in the darkness, and have changed from brave soldiers to fierce interrogation experts.

The blood made him excited, and when he was excited, he would inevitably lose weight.

Xie Xian looked up at his fingers that were chewed into blood and blood, and his face slightly lowered: "I think if my grandfather was still here, I would definitely not want to see you lose your normality."

"Han Zhao, Deputy General Han! One day you will return to the battlefield, and that will be your final destination. You are a brave and fearless warrior rather than an ignorant butcher beast."

Han Zhao was stunned, his cold and sinister eyes were filled with emotions.

A brief statement is not loud or sharp, but contains the power to hit the soul.

The feeling that had been entrenched in my heart for several years gradually faded away and was replaced by something called passionate blood.

Over the years, he allowed his anger to grow wildly, and his mentality became increasingly distorted to be a pleasure to abuse others and himself. He almost forgot his identity, the identity that he once proud of.

He shouldn't be like this, he is a warrior!

The warriors on the battlefield who once defeated thousands of troops with this body and made the enemy scared!

He lowered his head in a little embarrassed manner, his voice hoarse: "I am ashamed, I am ashamed!"
Chapter completed!