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"Mr. Zhao is unparalleled in intelligence, thoughtful in everything, and humble and refined. He is really a minister of the humerus..."

"The empress dowager praises..."

"..."

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong declined Dugu's invitation to have a dinner together, and left Xingyuan with Xiaoqian'er.

"Brother Rong, the Empress Dowager Dali talks a lot, and I don't understand what she is going to say... Could it be that I really want to invite you to dinner?"

On the way back, Xiao Qian'er stepped forward and asked curiously.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then turned his head and told the little girl about Dugu's misunderstanding that he was Mr. Shulou Xiushi.

"Oh, Xiu Shi? What's the use of this, she just wants you to write a few more good words for them in the future?"

Zhao Rong looked around, then shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. It's not that simple for the Youlan Mansion History Museum to commission the library to compile the history, and the history itself is not that simple for the Yamashita Dynasty."

He paused, "I don't know about the 'not simple' in the front, but I can tell you about the 'not simple' in the back."

"Oh? Why is it not so simple? Isn't it just a history book, no one reads it now, where is there a best-selling picture book novel on the mountain?"

"No one reads it, but history books are not for the general public, they are for those who care about them. When they are needed, they are the most needed things. You can..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and whispered four words.

"Shake the country."

"What country?"

Zhao Rong turned his head and said seriously: "It doesn't really matter if it's a small country at the foot of the mountain. But...for a great dynasty at the foot of the mountain, is it right or not? What is written in the history books? These are very important."

"Otherwise, the single word 'gaining the country is not righteous' may become a source of instability for their respective imperial powers, and they will be used as an excuse for rebellion at every turn..."

"This matter is probably a bit like... the current ceremony of enshrining Zen is all for the purpose of stabilizing the secular imperial power."

Before his eyes flashed some pictures of the busy traffic that he had seen downstairs in the study, and envoys from various countries came to Linlu Shushan in an endless stream.

These people not only came to send history books on behalf of the kings of the countries below the mountain, but also... came to give gifts to inquire.

The same is true of Dugu's warm gesture of affection just now.

She actually hates him... Zhao Rong is not stupid, he can see it clearly.

That's why I didn't want to stay in Xingyuan just now.

The young Confucian scholar thought to himself... It is said that beautiful women can act, I am sincerely not deceiving me, but I am not interested in mutual drama.

He glanced at the curious little Qian'er, and continued:

"In the past, the right to write these official histories was in the hands of those secular dynasties, and they could write whatever they wanted, but now, a more authoritative and powerful force has not taken back the right, and personally compiled the history. More convincing?"

Zhao Rong smiled, asked himself and answered:

"Obviously. So as long as the royal family is a little bit ambitious and wants to stabilize the country, of course they want to build the history of the academy and the library, which can benefit them. At least it can't have a bad bias."

"Stupid girl, have you heard of the Chunqiu brushwork?"

"What Chunqiu brushwork? Who is Chunqiu?"

"..."

Zhao Rong could not help but shake his head.

"It's okay. Anyway, as long as you know, for scholars, they are very good at playing word games. Whether they are intentional or unintentional, a few words can make tricks."

"The matter of compiling history is also the same..."

Xiao Qian'er nodded thoughtfully.

She suddenly said: "So, this Empress Dowager Dali cares so much about these things... In fact, she has a lot of ambitions?"

Zhao Rong was silent.

……

Chapter 487 Letter from the Su family, Li Bai resigns

"Brother Rong, why does the queen mother keep crying about her family, what does it mean to be sad about her family?"

On the way back, little Qian'er turned into a curious baby.

Zhao Rong took the trouble, turned his head and said patiently:

"It is the self-proclaimed name of the widowed queen mother or empress. Their emperor's husband died, and they called themselves Aijia in order to express their extremely sad condolences."

"So it's so... sad and mourning..."

Little Qian'er suddenly realized, and thought: "Brother Rong'er, if you accidentally disappear when you turn around, and leave Miss and me behind, then do we have to call ourselves Aijia?"

Zhao Rong: "...???"

Good guy, I miss you even if I can send this young master away with just one sentence.

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Yes, but not necessary."

A certain young Confucian scholar nodded, and the next second he jumped on it, as if he was a rabbit.

The little girl twisted her waist and dodged like a loach.

She blinked her big innocent eyes, "Brother Wu Ronger, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" The young Confucian scholar smiled and nodded solemnly, "Of course... you."

"Hate it! Don't... don't come here, someone... ah!"

Zhao Rong smiled and grabbed her.

Little Qian'er whining away~

……

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er fought for a while.

A certain little girl no longer dared to call herself Aijia.

The two childhood sweethearts soon held hands with you and me.

when they rode back.

Li Bai was holding his sword, leaning against the door of the carriage, trimming his nails with the file in his hand.

"Uncle Bai."

The two greeted each other, passed by him, rolled back the curtain, and entered the carriage.

The curtains were tied up, not lowered, letting in the wind.

In the car, Su Qingdai in a black dress with long hair like a waterfall is sitting on the seat, her delicate little finger is slightly raised, holding a yellow envelope.

She spread out a piece of letter paper with her slender hands, and was looking down carefully.

The corners of the lips are slightly curved.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er entered.

"Tzuyu."

Hearing the former coming in, Su Qingdai kept her eyes on the letter paper, and called out with a smile.

"Whose letter is so happy? From home?"

Zhao Rong smiled and sat on her left.

Xiaoqian'er glanced at Su Qingdai, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, clasped his five fingers with her snow-white hands habitually.

The little girl sat on Zhao Rong's left.

"Well, it's a letter from my father."

Su Qingdai happily took Zhao Rong's arm, held the letter in both hands, and presented it in front of her husband-to-be, looking at him with bright eyes, her beautiful eyes bent into crescent moons.

Zhao Rong smiled, stretched out his hand to take it, and started to look at it carefully.

The two girls sat next to the young Confucian scholar.

While he was looking at each other, the two girls glanced at each other quickly, as if they had glanced at each other unintentionally, and after passing their eyes, they stopped looking at each other.

Zhao Rong didn't see the secret battle between the two women in the family, even if he saw it, he just pretended he didn't see it.

His mind was on the letter.

This is a family letter sent to Su Qingdai by the Su family of Nanxing County. Judging from the style of writing, it should be written by that old man Su.

Well, it should be regarded as Zhao Rong's cheap father-in-law.

But right now, he hasn't given the title to Fairy Su who followed him wholeheartedly.

Although Zhao Rong didn't mention the name for a while.

But he did not forget.

And Su Qingdai also seems very sensible, she has never urged Zhao Rong, and even these days, she has never mentioned a word about these things.

Zhao Rong couldn't help feeling pity and love when he thought of it.

He likes girls who are well-behaved and smart.

Well, it’s okay to be stupid, but you must be obedient and sensible...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at the letter paper.

At the beginning of Su's family letter, the old man greeted Su Qingdai, the most outstanding daughter of the Su family, and then mentioned Zhao Rong at length.

This cheap father-in-law seems to be very clear about his affairs, and the letter also exaggerates Zhao Rong, and is very satisfied with this son-in-law, telling Su Qingdai not to forget Su's family traditions and ethics, abide by the women's commandments and women's virtues, and serve her husband well .

Zhao Rong read half a page of praise for him, and smiled embarrassedly.

It can be seen that this old father-in-law should be loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Between the lines, he praised Zhao Rong for being close to the little emperor, and for helping the little emperor and the queen mother to enshrine Zen.

An old bone seems to be eager to rush over from Nanxing County immediately, and have a hearty drink with the satisfied son-in-law...

That's right, if this old man hadn't had such a temper, he probably wouldn't have taken the huge Su family to take such a big risk, went to the three counties in the west to investigate behind enemy lines, and was all arrested and detained by Zhou Dufu... Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart and said.

However, the letter also vaguely mentioned the matter of identity, so that Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai can make a decision as soon as possible, get married as soon as possible and then... ahem, bring a few more fat grandchildren to the Su family.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Also, human nature.

On both sides of him, the two daughters, who were always paying attention to Zhao Rong's sight and expression, also noticed this.

Inside the car, the black-haired stunning woman in a black dress lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed like a sunset glow.

Little Qian'er narrowed her peachy eyes, and muttered, "This old man Su is really dishonest, and so is the daughter he raised."

Zhao Rong continued to look down.

The rest of the letter probably said that Mr. Su really wanted to come to Jiyue Mountain to observe his son-in-law's Zen ceremony, and to witness that the little emperor was recognized and blessed by the heroic souls of the Lidi ancestors...

However, the old man had a tendency to relapse recently, so the members of the Su clan tried to persuade him.

The old man's letters and words are regretful...

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The young Confucian scholar looked focused and finished reading the letter silently.

He raised his head and said softly:

"If I remember correctly, Qing Dai seems to have said that father-in-law has already lived to be seventy years old, and he has old illnesses at such a rare age, so it's really not easy to run around too much."

The word "Yue Zhang" made Su Qingdai feel elated, and nodded with a smile on her face.

"Yeah! I think so too."

Xiao Qian'er snorted softly, narrowed her eyes and thought about Miss's words, she glanced at a certain beautiful fairy who was delighted.

He hugged Brother Rong'er's arm obediently, clasped his fingers tightly, and did not speak.

The young Confucian scholar carefully folded the letter paper in his hand, stuffed it back into the envelope, and said: "Qing Dai, let's write a letter to Yue Zhang, let him stay at home to recuperate, and when the grand ceremony is over, well, I will take you back to visit when I have time. "

"Okay, Tzuyu, I'll listen to you."