This sentence refers to Zhang Liangdi, but it implicitly refers to the saint.

Li Heng said intentionally or unintentionally: "Of course she is dissatisfied, but the marriage has been decided, how can she not marry me as her husband?"

"Yes, is there anyone else in the world who is worthy of Zhang Liangdi?" Li Jingzhong said with an apologetic smile.

The same is true for the reserve position. Can a saint feel at ease if he changes to another son?

Longevity King?

In short, after Li Jingzhong said a few words of comfort, the prince felt a little better.

"Give me the guest list."

"Your Highness, what is this?"

"At this time of year, please invite fewer people."

"But it's not easy for His Highness to have this opportunity to get close to the ministers..."

Li Jingzhong was very upset, thinking that if this was the case, it would be better not to let King Guangping snatch that reputation. What was even more hateful was that Xue Bai took out the fatal thing in public.

The guest list has been reviewed dozens of times, and those who have been carefully considered will be of great use to the East Palace in the future and can be invited.

Unexpectedly, after Li Heng took over, he did not hesitate to remove Pei Kuan, the imperial censor, and gave him to Fang Guan, the leading general on the right, Lai Qi, the leading general on the right, Xue Hui, the general on the Jinwu Guard on the left, and others.

Li Jingzhong stepped forward to take a look and saw that only the clan and artists such as Jia Chang, Li Guinian and Gongsun were left.

Seeing him feel distressed and hateful, he couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, Pei Mian came up with an idea to make people pretend to be cockfighters, except Xue Bai..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Heng directly dropped the pen in his hand on Li Jingzhong's head.

"What time is it now? What's the point of killing someone to vent your anger? How dare you cause trouble for me!"

"The old slave knows his crime."

Li Jingzhong was so frightened that he quickly changed to a new pen.

Li Heng took the pen and slowly wrote several new names at the end of the guest list.

~~

Xue Bai took the pen and slowly wrote a series of words.

"Right and wrong are just because of talking more, and troubles are caused by forcing oneself to speak out."

The early morning sunlight shines on the tables and stools in the lobby of Yanzhai, and the handwriting on the rice paper looks correct.

Yan Zhenqing took a look, but shook his head and sighed.

"If you can't write well, you can't remember the principles."

"Teacher, should you teach students principles or calligraphy first today?" Xue Bai asked politely.

One sentence made Yan Zhenqing laugh out of anger.

He put down the book in his hand, sat down in the hall, and said, "Tell me, how was the night before?"

"The sage first asked me who was being used to uncover the Caoqu case, and I replied that I had a personal grudge against Ge Nu. Then in the dominoes game, I won a thousand coins from the imperial concubine and Guo Guo's wife, but the saint won them all back, and ended up losing three.

One hundred guan, including the 800 guan I won last time, was also filled in. I said I had no money, and the saint gave me many tributes, including a priceless bronze mirror, which I placed in the Fengwei Tower.

The saint is very generous..."

Yan Zhenqing's face looked sad when he heard this, much more sad than when he was worried about Xue Bai.

The saint is famous for his generosity. Whenever he is in a good mood, he always gives countless rewards to those around him.

But what benefit does this kind of generosity have to our country, our country, and our country?

Having mentioned money matters, Yan Zhenqing sighed: "Your two tax laws, Fang Gong has been thinking about it carefully recently and thinks that now is probably not the time to implement it..."

It is conceivable that with the saint's current state of mind, it is impossible to reform the tax law. Moreover, as long as this unconstrained emperor refuses to be thrifty, any tax law will only become a tool to plunder all people.

Fang Guan mentioned this matter in order to win over Xue Bai, meaning "Prince, if King Guangping will implement it in the future, you will be reused."

Xue Bai also had a purpose and mused: "Teacher may reply to Fang Gong. The saint seems to be dissatisfied with Ge Nu, because there are many places to spend money in recent years. It would be good if there are important ministers who can manage money, such as Pei Gong and Fang Gong.

.”

Yan Zhenqing sighed and shook his head.

Xue Bai knew that the teacher had seen through some of his thoughts, but he remained calm and continued: "In addition to increasing revenue, there is also cutting expenditure. I heard that the saint wanted to expand the Huaqing Palace. Although I don't know how to build it, I feel that the cost estimated by Ge Nu is too high.

.”

Yan Zhenqing's expression changed. It was the first time he discovered that a jester beside the saint to inquire about information could be so useful.

But he scolded: "You still haven't repented! You are stirring up trouble in front of me."

"Students must do their duty honestly and study with peace of mind."

Seeing that this attitude was good, Yan Zhenqing nodded.

In fact, he was not part of the Donggong family, but he was familiar with Fang Guan. Even if he saw through Xue Bai's intention to stir up trouble in the Donggong to counterattack the Youxiang Mansion, he would still tell such information.

"I remind you again, never use the opportunity of serving the saint to interfere in state affairs again."

"Yes, the student told the saint that he will serve the country as an official in the future and can no longer play dominoes in the palace."

"Quite sensible. Let me ask you, why did you hand the blood sample to King Guangping?"

"If you take it out in public, it won't make the saints and prime ministers admit their mistakes and it will cause trouble, but it will create a big momentum and make them somewhat afraid in the future. In recent years, everyone is afraid of taking risks and keeps silent. King Guangping is the most important person among saints.

My beloved grandson, I am the saint’s poker partner. If we don’t dare to take risks together, wouldn’t the whole world be a fool?”

"Tell people what they say when you see them, and tell ghosts when you see ghosts."

Yan Zhenqing originally wanted to beat Xue Bai and stop him from targeting the East Palace. At first, he didn't believe Xue Bai's excuse at all. However, after thinking about it carefully, he finally believed it.

If he didn't have such sincerity, how could he accept him as his disciple?

Yan Zhenqing got up, went outside the hall to summon people and said, "Go to the study and bring the scroll from my desk."

…

After a while, it was Wei Yun and Yan Yan who personally delivered the scroll.

"You are still young. In the future, you should stay less involved in state affairs, study hard and practice calligraphy. Take a look."

Xue Bai took the scroll with both hands and opened it, but it was an article titled "The Twelve Meanings of Zhang Changshi's Writing Style".

When he saw the beautiful running script with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, he couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, can the student practice running script?"

"No way." Yan Zhenqing put his hands behind his hands and sneered, "If you don't have to work hard, just practice regular script for another thirty years."

Yan Yan secretly smiled and rolled her eyes, full of gloating.

Xue Bai looked at the scroll and first saw the preface to the narrative, telling the story of Yan Zhenqing's study with Zhang Xu, followed by a detailed explanation of the twelve meanings of the brushwork.

"I gave up Zhiliquan and went to Dongluo. I visited Zhang Gongxu, the chief historian of Jinwu, and asked him to learn brushwork..."

After he read it carefully, Yan Zhenqing asked: "Do you understand?"

"Students don't quite understand it yet."

"Write the word forever."

"yes."

"You haven't understood it at all. I asked you to "pitch with etiquette" and "vertical and horizontal with images." The intention is to be as natural as Cui Yuan and the image as Cai Yong, then write."

"..."

When Xue Bai wrote a few more words in succession, Yan Zhenqing was still dissatisfied and turned away impatiently. Wei Yun hurriedly arranged breakfast.

Yan Yan walked to the table, took a look at it, and reminded her softly: "When writing vertically, you must use your strength. There is no need to restrain. The vertical strokes are straight down. Brother, can you understand the meaning of the word 'vertical'?"

What she said became much simpler. Xue Bai got some guidance and made some progress in writing.

This improvement was nothing in Yan Zhenqing's eyes, but Yan Yan was much more patient. She nodded and said, "Brother is talented. He has mastered the brushwork, but he still needs practice."

After saying that, she turned around and saw her grandpa and grandma talking, so she asked Xue Baixiao in a low voice: "I heard that you come from a gambling family. Your grandpa ran away due to debts, and you play dominoes every night.

, is it true?”

"Huh? Who said that?"

"Your grandma said it."

Xue Bai was speechless and turned around to take a look, only to see her beautiful eyes full of curiosity and exploration, as well as a bit of cunning teasing.

Inexplicably, he seemed to be less able to speak in front of this little girl.

"Brother, can you tell me what happened between you and the refiner?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"The master healed my illness, and I want to know more about her."

Xue Bai didn't know what to say.

Yan Yan seemed to have seen through the entanglement between him and Li Tengkong, but she did not point it out. She asked Yan Zhenqing: "My master has too high attainments. Is my attainment just right for my brother? Can I ask my brother to write a manuscript every day?"

Shall I make a review?”
To be continued...