At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Butler Ding replied: "Xu is being held in Dali Temple."

Chi Guanxu narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Contact our people at Dali Temple and find a way to silence Fang Fengxu..."

Butler Ding must have raised his feet to leave.

Then I heard Chi Guanxu calling: "Wait a moment."

Butler Ding turned around, bowed his waist and said, "What else do you have to say, sir?"

"Send someone to Jiangling to find out the origin of the man who caused trouble in Dongshi earlier."

"Yes."

Hearing the footsteps of Butler Ding, he left quickly.

A stream of turbid air spurted out from Chi Guanxu's nose.

He glanced at the trembling maid next to him.

He scolded sternly: "Why don't you come over here and dress me? I don't have the eyesight to see anything."

The maid trembled and stepped forward, picked up the belt and tied it around Chi Guanxu's waist.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to meet Chi Guanxu, he was pushed hard by him again.

The weak body fell backwards uncontrollably, but this time, he was not so lucky.

The little maid's head hit a large copper flower pot on the ground, and blood continued to pour out from the back of her head.

Chi Guanxu didn't even glance at it.

He took out the belt directly from her hand and tied it himself.

After getting dressed, Chi Guanxu walked out of the room.

Standing on the corridor, he ordered in a deep voice: "Take care of everything in the house."

After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked down the steps.

The crimson official robe on his body was stained by the drizzle, making it look even darker red, as if stained with blood.

After he left, someone got up from the flowers and entered the house.

Seeing that the woman's body was still twisting, her almond-shaped eyes were full of fear of death.

The secret guard sighed quietly: "Who told you to enter Chi Mansion and hear things you shouldn't have heard?"

"No, I don't want to..."

She didn't come to Chi Mansion voluntarily...

Before she finished speaking, the secret guard reached out and strangled her neck...

The little maid struggled with her legs and feet several times, then became slower and slower.

In the end, his hands dropped to the ground helplessly.

The rain outside the window has become heavier at some point.

The patter hit the floor tiles, as if wailing for someone.

......

In the Hanlin Academy, Yang Bingwen stood by the window, listening to the rain hitting the branches.

Elegance is rare, but tiredness is hard to resist.

He yawned, raised his hand and placed it on the window sill. A cup of extremely strong tea soup was slowly brought to his lips.

At this moment, Lu Sheng came in with an umbrella.

I smelled the strong fragrance of tea in the room and saw the purple eyes of Yang Bingwen.

Lu Sheng asked softly: "Sir, could it be that you didn't sleep well last night?"

Yang Bingwen gurgled and drank the tea completely in a few gulps.

He sighed heavily and said, "So be it."

Last night, after listening to Yu Heng playing the flute.

He went back to the guest room to go to bed. As a result, he had all kinds of weird dreams all night.

As if he had not slept, he was exhausted.

First he was chased and nibbled by Taotie. He ran away desperately while Taotie chased him desperately.

He runs away, he chases him, he has no wings to fly...

Then, the dream changed again, Wusun united with the Xiongnu army to attack Daliang.

They massacred the city along the way, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.

Until the Uzbek-Hungarian coalition troops came to the capital, he and his grandfather also died under the butcher's knife.

Daliang was destroyed.

Yang Bingwen rubbed his head and shook the mess out of his mind.

Only the Xiongnu themselves were divided into two factions, the east and the west, each ruling the country and disliking each other.

How could Ukraine and Hungary unite together?

Yang Bingwen cleared his thoughts and couldn't help but feel that the dream was too ridiculous.

He turned to look at Lu Sheng and asked, "But what don't you understand?"

Lu Sheng shook his head.

Yesterday, he reported to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and was ranked second in the list. He will have to work for another year to compile.

Only then can you take the dismantling examination, and be officially awarded an officer based on your performance at the grassroots level.

And Yang Bingwen, the immediate superior of the Hanlin Academy, is a fifth-grade Hanlin bachelor.

Lu Sheng heard that Yang Bingwen had been studying in the Hanlin Academy for five years.

I think after a few more years of training, when the official position in front of the Sixth Department becomes vacant, I will be transferred directly.

Thinking of this, Lu Sheng took out a book wrapped in oil paper from his arms.

He spread out a page, pointed to a place, and said to Yang Bingwen: "Sir, look at it."

"Ninety-nine percent of the time here, it was an error recorded by the civil servants, or it was done intentionally."

Yang Bingwen took a closer look and said, 'At the end of the previous dynasty, the eunuch... lost the Western Region Protectorate...'

Lu Sheng added: "I heard that Sir, I even made friends with the Marquis of Jiangling."

"I'm not going to hide it from your lord. Sheng has studied the history books of the previous two dynasties in detail."

"Your Excellency also knows that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit..."

"History books have always been written by civilian officials."

Yang Bingwen raised his hand, "I know there is something wrong here."

"but......"

Yang Bingwen frowned slightly and continued: "It's not yet time."

"Not yet?"

Lu Sheng was puzzled.

Just to revise a history book, do you still need to find Qin Tianjian to calculate a good time and auspicious day?

Yang Bingwen said "hmm" and then yawned.

He turned around and poured himself tea again.

Lu Sheng looked confused, and his fingertips holding the book tightened slightly.

This is only the history of the previous dynasties, which is so difficult to modify, so what about the Qi Dynasty...

No matter what, the ancestral precepts of the Lu family cannot be violated, no matter how many years pass.

Unable to find any descendants of Xie's family in Qiantang, he spent his entire life trying to clear Xie Qian's name.

Lu Sheng lowered his eyes and prepared to go back to the National History Museum to find another way.

Then I heard Yang Bingwen say: "Maybe it can be changed this year. You can prepare the historical materials first."

Lu Sheng was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Yes, thank you sir."

Yang Bingwen raised his lips and smiled, "On the twentieth of this month, there will be a banquet at the Jiangling Marquis Mansion."

"Although only the Jinshi who took the imperial examination in the sixth year of Yongping are invited, each person can also bring one servant."

"When the time comes, why don't you go with me?"

“Even if you don’t make a few close friends, you can still watch other people’s words and deeds, and you will earn something if you learn a thing or two.”

Naturally, Lu Sheng had heard of the cultural banquet held at Jiangling Marquis Mansion.

At this time, after hearing what Yang Bingwen said, Lu Sheng bowed deeply again.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!"

Yang Bingwen yawned again, waved his hands and said, "Go ahead and ask me if you don't understand anything."

Jiangling Marquis Mansion, cultural banquet.

It was the first time that Marquis Jiangling had been in office for many years that he posted to the public and held a banquet.

Unfortunately, only those who were Jinshi in the sixth year of Yongping received the post.

For a time, there were a lot of sarcastic words in the court.

Why are the Gangling Houlas forming cliques and not treating everyone equally?

Someone immediately responded, "Even Chi Song received the post, doesn't this mean everyone is treated equally?"

"Are you blind?"

"You are also very funny by forming cliques and hostile people!"

The 'sour plums' were stunned into silence.

I can only look at the Jinshi who was in Beijing in the sixth year of Yongping with envy and was highly sought after by everyone.

Of course, those who want to go to the Wenhui Banquet include not only Sour Plum but also Prince Rui Chuchen.

It's a pity that Fang Fengxu was arrested.

On the surface, he was imprisoned in the cell of Dali Temple.