"teacher."

"What kind of decent are you?"

Yan Zhenqing subconsciously scolded with a stern face, and then led the horse away.

He thought Xue Bai had been in Dali Temple Prison and suffered a lot, but he was still worried. He didn't expect that when he saw this boy today, he was so energetic that he had just taken a shower and changed into new clothes.

In comparison, after a busy day, he felt more like he had come out of prison.

After entering Yan's house, I looked back and saw Xue Bai following him, looking honestly.

Yan Zhenqing sighed and said, "Go back and report your safety first, I have something to ask you."

"The student has asked someone to go home and said it, but the teacher can ask."

There were many things to ask, but when Yan Zhenqing really saw this boy who caused trouble, he didn't know where to ask.

"Let's talk about your poem first. The poem is very good and the reputation is very bad. You could have added the words 'Tianbao Dinghai Spring Examination'."

Xue Bai was a little stunned, only to feel that his idea was so terrible.

If these words are added, whenever you mention this poem in the future, you will inevitably mention Li Linfu's "no wise men left behind", which will become a poem that has been passed down through the ages and will have much greater intimidation.

Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy attainments are too high, which often gives people the impression that he is a stern and serious scholar, but in fact, he is not pedantic at all. He is serious on the surface, but in fact he is full of wisdom and tricks.

“…”

"You tried every means to finally play domino with the saint as you wish. Was that you deliberately going to prison with Yuan Jie and others?"

"What the teacher said seems to be too scheming for students, but it's just a coincidence."

Yan Zhenqing knew that Xue Bai's cooking and domino must be the path of a jester who had been planning for a long time, and he learned the Chicken Chicken Chicken Jia Chang. The difficulty lies in coming up with many things that interest Lady Guo State and the saint.

The initial plan to win this holy family was definitely not to save others, but to use it to make a living. Thinking of Wei Yun’s detailed actions when Yan Yan was critically ill... Rather than being scheming, it is better to say that he is willing to use the tricks to save people.

"It's just right? Then I have to praise you for being kind-hearted?"

"Teacher Xie praised."

Seeing that he was so calm, Yan Zhenqing shook his head as if he was smiling, and raised his face to talk about the serious matter.

"Li Yan, the Minister of Rites, was a fair man who did not participate in the power struggle, but was still bribed this time and the question was leaked to Yang Hu and other students. If you want to submit a review, this is the most direct reason. The details of this have been submitted."

At this point, Yan Zhenqing actually knew that no one in the court could stand up, but continued: "There will be an important official to come forward, so don't make trouble again in the future."

"I wonder who the important minister was the teacher?" Xue Bai asked: "As far as students know, the right prime minister is in charge of the government affairs alone, and the left prime minister is silent. All other important officials who can come forward seem to have been demoted."

Others don’t believe it, but no one in the court during the Tianbao period could balance Li Linfu, except for the East Palace.

Seeing that Yan Zhenqing did not answer, Xue Bai said, "It seems that the Eastern Palace is not going to come forward anymore? The students thought it was better, so the students could save themselves."

"If no one protects him, a group of students will be swallowed up so much that they will not even have bones left!"

"Students come to shelter."

"The son is about to die." Yan Zhenqing shouted: "You can protect you once with a little domino skill, and you can protect you for the rest of your life? You only look at Jia Chang's charm, so you know that they have never interfered in state affairs. For entertainment, you dare to talk nonsense about current affairs. For the first time, the saints are lucky enough to spare you. Next time, let's see if the saints kill you!"

At the end of the conversation, the voice and expression were stern.

Xue Bai knew that what Yan Zhenqing said was true.

Li Longji was in a good mood last night because he didn't make any more comments after the saying "I don't want to listen to these things." But if he didn't have a sense of responsibility, he really didn't know how to die.

To put it simply, who can be happy to play cards with purpose every time? It should be noted that even Li Linfu was trembling, afraid that he would make the saint feel bad.

"The students listened to the teacher's teachings." Xue Bai said: "But this time the students dared to fight for the examination for the students because the students had no official position, no power or power, and were just speaking with straightforward advice..."

"Do you, a half-year-old child, need to say justice in the court?!"

"I must, I dare to uphold this justice. Where the Tao exists, there is no noble or low, no long or little."

Yan Zhenqing suddenly recalled the sentence "I have tried my best, but the East Palace is really helpless" when she saw Fang Guan today. Looking at the boy in front of her, she felt a different feeling.

"What are you going to do?"

"Simple. As long as you ensure that Brother Nu cannot persecute the disciples with chaotic punishments, Yuan Cishan and others are honest and create momentum and prove that the current academic unfairness will be proved, and then you can fight for the trial."

"I have a piece of evidence." Yan Zhenqing lowered his voice and said, "A scholar Ji Yan died in Gongyuan. I found a first draft of "Wang Liang Fu" in his residence. The text on the title was written by Li Yan."

"It's enough to make a decision. Ji Yan is dead and he did not write a fu on the day of the spring exam. Then this fu from him can only be written before the exam starts..."

The only question is how to submit it.

Yan Zhenqing had no way out, and he didn't dare to accept Chang'an County, Jingzhao Mansion, or even the Eastern Palace; Xue Bai had many ways out, but if he used the means of being accustomed to the palace, it would be counterproductive.

It would be better to let the students present themselves to the Ministry of Rites and only make upright moves.

"Teacher, can you draw another painting?" Xue Bai pondered: "I may make my personal grudges with Li Linfu so well-known..."

"The master and apprentice are still talking?" Wei Yun entered the hall and said with a smile: "Even if there are more things to teach, you should have a meal first."

Xue Bai quickly got up and called "Master's wife".

Yan Yan also followed Wei Yun and said blessedly: "I have met Brother."

Only Yan Zhenqing clearly had never agreed to accept this apprentice, but he had to sit and listen to their names.

Wei Yun invited Xue Bai to stay for dinner, but Xue Bai declined or planned to go home before the curfew.

The master and apprentice finally talked a few more words about how to draw that painting.

Yan Yan stood behind honestly, secretly looking at Xue Bai's new clothes, and then listening to them, her pair of watery eyes turned twice, as if she had realized something.

...

That night, in the study, Yan Zhenqing stood in front of a scroll with his pen in his hand and frowned deeply.

What you want to draw is simple, but it is extremely difficult to write.

First of all, it is difficult to describe the saint without authorization, and secondly, it is difficult to draw the beauty of Yang Guifei at will.

The scenery has been outlined countless times, but when I was painting people, I was still unable to write.

In addition, I have been running around for the Spring Examination several times, and the feeling of fatigue has surged up. Finally, I put down my brush and went back to the main room to rest, planning to start writing until tomorrow morning.

The candlestick was not blown out. After Yan Zhenqing left, a girl pushed the door and walked in, walked to the painting and stopped and looked at it for a while, muttering in a low voice: "Sure enough."

She confirmed that her guess was correct and decided to tell the master another story tomorrow.

Turning around and leaving, she stopped again, turned her head, smiled a little sly, and reached out to pick up the brush.

...

The candlesticks in the study gradually faded away, and after the darkness passed, morning light shone in.

Yan Zhenqing pushed the door and entered, with a look of thought between his eyebrows.

He walked to the scroll and was about to reach out to hold the pen, but he was stunned.

I saw that there were a few more characters in the unfinished painting yesterday, and they were pushing dominoes.

According to Xue Bai's statement, the saint did not paint as a saint, but was dressed in white clothes, with her back facing him, leaving a majestic back; Yang Guifei was like a fairy, showing only one side face, looking down at the card, but she only had a side face, which attracted people to imagine her beauty; Lady Guoguo painted beautifully, wearing colorful clothes, and a smug smile in her expression.

A pear blossom blocked some of the picture, slightly blocked the three people, adding a sense of mystery and nobility, like a god.

At the focus of his sight was a handsome young man with his face exposed, with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a gentle temperament and a focused expression. He rarely painted almost exactly the same as Xue Bai.

Behind the boy was an old man in purple robe who bent down to read the cards. His face was like a cockfighting, his expression was distorted, and his anxiety was beyond words. He was only wonderful and vivid.

It's really too disrespectful to Li Linfu.

If Yan Zhenqing held the pen, he would not have been able to draw so much.

But at this moment, he couldn't help laughing, grinding ink, holding a pen in his left hand, and writing two columns of words on the scroll, using cursive script.

"Dream and Gods Play Domino Picture."

"Tianbao Dinghai Spring March Painting is given to Xue Bai."

When he was about to sign the letter, Yan Zhenqing hesitated for a moment, suddenly his expression moved, and his eyes were filled with a bit of a slight meaning, and he wrote two words.

——"Han Yu."
Chapter completed!