It has become a routine for Yan Yan to review Xue Bai's posts every morning.

With a serious expression on her young face, she took the scroll and opened it seriously.

"Pangu opened the sky, and the heaven and earth were divided into four continents. Off the coast of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a mountain of flowers and fruits in the sea, and there is a fairy stone on the top. Feeling the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, he gave birth to a fairy fetus, and suddenly a monkey burst open..."

Seeing this, Yan Yan's eyes lit up and she felt that today's post was much more interesting than before. Glancing back, she saw that the scroll was also much longer.

"Brother has made some progress."

She calmly and methodically said: "Articles are like beautiful women. When the flesh and bones are even, wouldn't you see that Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" uses half a couplet to describe the terrain and scenery, decorated with parallel lilies and algae, and the diction is gorgeous? Brother's writing seems to be like

He's just skinny, I'll teach him how to write parallel prose in the future."

"good."

Xue Bai could no longer think of any more strange stories, but he thought of Tang Xuanzang from the title of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and then thought of the story of the stone monkey.

With the sound of footsteps, Yan Zhenqing walked into the hall and said casually: "I have free time today. Let me take a look at your progress."

Yan Yan was feeling proud when she saw her grandpa come in. She quickly wanted to put the story scroll away to prevent her little calculations from being seen through.

Xue Bai had already taken out another scroll and handed it to Yan Zhenqing.

"Please take a look at it, teacher."

Yan Zhenqing opened his scroll and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

"There is a Bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse..."

Yan Yan couldn't help but feel strange when she heard this.

She was most aware of Xue Bai's level of literary talent. If poetry was occasionally inspired, how could he write such a melancholy, concise and concise article?

This brother indeed has a secret.

Rolling her eyes, she was about to investigate quietly, but Yan Zhenqing already said: "You guys go down."

"Let's go." Wei Yundang took Yan Yan's hand and turned back to the backyard.

Yan Yan had no choice but to read the story of the stone monkey as soon as she returned to her boudoir. When she saw that the monkey wanted to worship Patriarch Bodhi as his teacher, she thought it was borrowed from the story of her brother's own apprenticeship, which was quite interesting.

But I don’t know if the ancestor will agree... I push the scroll again, but it has been extended to the end, and the last column only has the word "to be continued".

~~

In the lobby, Yan Zhenqing put away the scroll and said with a straight face: "Are you causing trouble again?"

"Why did the teacher say that?"

"Who is the teacher? Who is asking the question?"

Xue Bai then replied: "The student has been keeping to himself recently, reading and writing every day, occasionally asking for advice from distinguished friends, and has not caused any trouble."

Yan Zhenqing actually saw this, and Xue Bai's life seemed to be peaceful and peaceful recently.

But the big disturbance brewing in the court must be related to this son.

"You still dare to argue that the Salt Law is not yours to make suggestions for Yang Wei?"

"It turns out that this is what the teacher said." Xue Bai asked again: "But there is a result?"

"You know it in your heart." Yan Zhenqing gently tapped the scroll that Xue Bai sent.

Xue Bai asked: "Does the teacher want to know more, or does Fang Gong ask the teacher to ask?"

"What's the difference?"

Xue Bai had been observing Yan Zhenqing for a while. At this time, he thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"The difference is that the student was buried alive by Donggong. There are some things that he doesn't want Donggong to know about..."

Yan Zhenqing's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he listened.

Finally, Xue Bai said: "Therefore, the students took refuge in Yang Zheng as a last resort to protect themselves. They also wanted to overthrow Li Linfu and try to see if there was a possibility of reforming the mediocrity and alleviate the contradiction between the DPRK and China."

"Yang Zhen can protect you for a while, but what about the future?"

"In the future?" Xue Bai knew that Yan Zhenqing, like Gao Lishi, did not belong to the East Palace Party, but did not want to see the throne turmoil, so he said: "Maybe the prince is just deceived by the traitors around him? For me, what is important is I want to become a useful person to the country. I believe that the prince is magnanimous and can always make the decision for me."

Yan Zhenqing sighed and was speechless for a long time.

There is no point in talking about the future now. His mind returned to the current matter, and he pondered: "Brother is wary of Yang Sui's rise to power, and you are taking advantage of it. Do you really think that Brother will not dare to touch you?"

"He must want to touch me." Xue Bai said, "That's why I came to ask the teacher for help today."

"I actually accepted a right-winger like you..."

Xue Bai hurriedly saluted and said: "Teacher, as long as he writes this "Horse Theory" in cursive with his left hand and keeps the matter secret, he can save the students."

Yan Zhenqing snorted coldly, stroking his long beard, but there was a proud look in his eyes.

This was the reason why he deliberately signed the painting "Han Yu" at that time.

He didn't think Xue Bai could write such an article, and he had doubts about whether Han Yu was there, so he tried a few things.

Sure enough, this investigation revealed that there was no such person behind Xue Bai.

~~

Fengwei Building.

Since the branch is about to open, Daxi Yingying is quite busy.

She climbed up to the small pavilion, and when she turned around, she saw a group of people driving towards them on horseback. The leader was a man in his sixties wearing a red official robe, a beautiful beard and a long beard. He was very majestic and hurried to the door to greet her.

"My daughter has met grandpa."

The person who came was Da Xixun, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel. In fact, he was not her biological father, but his adoptive father.

Da Xi Yingying was a prisoner since she was a child. It was this adoptive father who bought her, raised her and taught her, and gave her to King Shou when she was fourteen years old. At that time, King Shou was still a strong candidate for the crown prince, so Li Linfu vigorously promoted Da Xi Xun.

"I have something to tell you."

"yes."

Da Xi Yingying lowered her head and led Da Xi Xun into a private room.

"I heard that you betrayed King Shou?"

"My daughter doesn't dare because she performed a meritorious service by presenting the dominoes, and the saint gave her back the body deed..."

Before Da Xi Yingying finished speaking, Da Xi Xun spread his hands in front of her.

"Grandpa?"

"Write a deed of voluntary deeds and return it to King Shou."

"My daughter has told the right minister..."

"It was King Shou who met the right prime minister, and the right prime minister asked me to take care of it."

Da Xi Yingying closed her eyes and felt a little funny. After so many days, she thought that Li Chen would not pursue the case anymore, but today she found out that he was locked up in the Ten Kings' House and he finally came out.

She brought a pen and ink and wrote the deed and signed it again, knowing that Du Jin should be aware of the conversation in this private room, and she wanted to see if these people had the ability to redeem her again.

Watching Da Xixun, who was wearing a red official robe, leaving, he saw Du Wulang rushing over happily holding a scroll and heading straight to the lobby.

Da Xi Yingying felt slightly confused and followed her.

I saw Du Wulang moving a table and hanging scrolls on the wall.

"Wulang, do you want help from the slave family?"

Du Wulang turned around and looked down. He saw the mountains and mountains of Da Xi Yingying gathered together. He felt panicked and almost fell down.

"No, no need." He quickly turned his back.

"Then the slave family helps the table." Da Xi Yingying did not leave, chatting leisurely with Du Wulang, "Wu Lang seems to have been avoiding the slave family?"

"Ah? Really? I've been really busy lately."

"Well, everyone in the Nu family has heard about it. Wu Lang advocated for justice and won the re-examination for everyone. Who in Chang'an City doesn't know your name?"

Da Xi Yingying's voice was soft and charming, and the compliments made people feel numb all over.

Du Wulang's hand hanging the scroll was a little messy.

"Wow."

The long scroll was rolled out, and it was a wild piece of writing. The handwriting was flying and rushing, showing the majesty of a famous writer.

Da Xi Yingying's eyes lit up and he looked around. He read the horse story silently and felt filled with emotion and surprise. Looking at the signature again, it turned out to be Han Yu.

"Is it Han Gong's masterpiece again?"

"Exactly." Du Wulang finally hung up the scroll and said proudly: "Mr. Han wants to use this article to congratulate uncle Guo for taking on an important position!"

Da Xi Yingying was stunned, unable to believe that such important news would fall into her ears like this.

It was this information that Li Linfu tried every means to find out; Xue Bai did not fully trust her yet, so he only gave her some unimportant information to reveal.

As for the Du Qi in front of her, he seemed dumbfounded, but he was actually dumbfounded, but he always surprised her when she looked down upon him.

"Does Wu Lang know Mr. Han?" Da Xi Yingying asked softly.
To be continued...