Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

Tai'an City.

Hanlin Academy.

A young man in his twenties was packing away the items on the desk.

People around him were either loudly discussing where to go to relax after spending time, or saying hello and farewell to close colleagues.

Only he seemed to be a transparent person, everyone was avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally, and even their eyes were too lazy to stay on him for a moment.

The young man seemed to be used to all this. He packed up his things slowly and walked slowly outside the house.

The moment he walked out of the house, a young Hanlin who was bragging to his colleagues spat and said angrily: "You are a northern barbarian, how can you be so arrogant!"

"Don't say that." Another person said angrily: "They are very talented, but of course they don't want to be with us.

He will definitely achieve success in the future, how can he look down on the small Hanlin Academy! "

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore, it's bad luck!" Another person said to smooth things over: "Let's think about where to wait.

I heard that there are a few new people coming to Liuxiang Pavilion. Why don’t you give them a try? "

"We go together, brother Yu understands me best..."

The young man did not hear the slander in the room, and even if he heard it he would not say anything.

He had heard such words countless times since he arrived in Tai'an City.

After passing through the courtyard full of stone monuments, the young man was just about to walk out of the courtyard when he suddenly heard an old voice.

"Xiao Wangzi, where are you going?"

Chen Wang turned around and saw an old man, also wearing Hanlin robes, smiling and waving to him.

"Mr. Wen, it's early for you to leave your duty today." Chen Wang bowed and saluted.

"As I get older, my back hurts from sitting in that cramped little place." The old man smiled and said, "Let's go for a walk and have a drink with me."

"Mr. Wen, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it today." Chen Wang looked embarrassed and said softly: "There are a few blessings that have not yet been printed. The Shangguan will need them tomorrow and they must be completed tonight."

"Okay, then go and get busy." The old man was not disappointed and patted Chen Wang on the shoulder with a smile, "Don't delay your success."

"Mr. Wen, you are making fun of me again." Chen Wang smiled bitterly, saluted the old man again, turned and left.

The old man smiled, and after watching Chen Wang leave, he slowly walked out of the gate and walked towards the depths of Tai'an City.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the sky was getting dark. The old man patted his waist, looked at the courtyard in front of him that was gradually lit up with lights, and walked in slowly.

The imperial guards on duty at the door looked intently, as if they had not seen the old man at all.

Entering the courtyard, the old man took a familiar path and walked through the quiet woods. He soon came to a small house and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." The person in the room said solemnly.

The old man pushed the door open and saw a tall man in casual clothes with blue eyes and purple beard, looking at the light and carefully reading the memorial in front of him, his brows furrowed.

On the desk in front of him, memorials had piled up into a mountain, and there was no room left.

"Put it here." The man pointed to the ground on his right without raising his head.

"I was negligent." The old man smiled and said, "When I see you, Mr. Zhang, I should bring a generous gift."

The man raised his head suddenly and said helplessly, "Mr. Huan, why are you here?"

After two dynasties, Huan Wen, a kind-hearted person who was nicknamed "Tantan Weng" by others, casually found a place to sit down, smiled at Zhang Julu and said, "Why, I can't come to your house?"

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Julu moved his body and stood up to pour tea for Huan Wen, but Huan Wen stopped him, "No need to be polite, I just came here to take a look."

Zhang Julu didn't insist when he heard this. He rubbed his sore eyes and said a little tiredly: "Isn't the Imperial College busy?"

"The Spring Examination has passed. If I have any important matters, I can just leave them to the little guys under my command." While he was talking, another person knocked on the door and came in. He placed a stack of memorials in the place designated by Zhang Julu. After bowing, he walked backwards out of the house.

Huan Wen sighed when he saw this, and said helplessly: "Liyang is so big, do you have to do it yourself?

Be careful not to tire yourself to death at a young age. "

"These are relatively important. I don't trust leaving them to others." Zhang Julu said softly.

"You're a very dedicated poster artist." Huan Wen said briefly, then changed the subject and said, "I'm going to the Hanlin Academy today."

Zhang Julu put down his hand, sat upright and said, "Chen Wang? He hasn't recognized you yet?"

"It doesn't matter whether you recognize it or not. It's rare to be confused." Huan Wen smiled and said: "This is a good seedling. After being suppressed in the Hanlin Academy for so long, I think it is almost ready."

"Do you want to take him to the Imperial College?" Zhang Julu asked.

"What are you doing in a place like that?" Huan Wen shook his head, "He is from the north after all. If he really gets to the Imperial College, he will never be able to get ahead in his life.

A great talent who can manage the world and benefit the people, but teaching is too wasteful. "

Zhang Julu pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Where is your majesty?"

"Don't worry, His Majesty will definitely notice him much earlier than I do." Huan Wen said with a smile: "I'm just worried that he is the death king sent by Beiliang.

If it were those people from Jiangnan, they would have been released to serve as officials. "

"Could he be?"

"What can be done if it is true? What can be done if it is not true?" Huan Wen sighed: "Calculating all day long, what kind of thing is this?"

"It still depends on His Majesty's wishes." Zhang Julu put the memorial in front of him on the pile he had read and said calmly: "After all, he wants to eat Li Yang's salary."

"Then let Your Majesty make a decision as soon as possible." Huan Wen said softly. "If you cover a good seedling for too long, it will die."

Zhang Julu's hand holding the memorial paused, and then he looked at Huan Wen with a more solemn look in his eyes.

Huan Wen seemed not to notice, thinking to himself: "After the six kings entered the capital, everyone's buttocks will have to move.

You should know this better than me. "

"So you already know." Zhang Julu retracted his hand and said in a deep voice.

"You didn't want to hide it from me, how could I not know." Huan Wen said with a smile: "My subordinate Zuo Pushe is a bachelor of Wenting Pavilion. Your Majesty has already begun to pave the way."

Zhang Julu nodded slightly and did not continue.

After all, it concerns the Crown Prince, and even he must treat it with caution.

"Then it's settled." Huan Wen seemed to be talking to himself and said softly: "We can rely on a few old logs of ours for a while, but not for a lifetime.

It’s time for young people to take the spotlight. "

Seeing that Huan Wen had made up his mind, Zhang Julu did not persuade him, but said softly: "What's your position?

Do you need my help? "

"You're not a member of the Sixth Department, so I don't need you as the first assistant to show off your face." Huan Wen gently tapped his right hand on the palm of his left hand and said with a smile, "How about Mr. Qi?"

Zhang Julu pondered for a moment and said softly: "Wonderful."

Living Lang, a provincial official under his family, a close minister of the emperor.

As long as Chen Wang is outstanding enough, with today's emperor's character, he will never let go of such a talented person who is worthy of being the pillar of the new dynasty!

"My ability is only so great. If I push him there, the rest is up to him." Huan Wen sighed.

"There is one more thing." Zhang Julu looked at Huan Wen and said seriously: "What should I do with Chen Zhibao?"

"He is a talented person." Huan Wen said with some regret: "It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time.

If Beiliang is here, he will be better. If Beiliang is not there, he will be miserable. "

Zhang Julu nodded, took another memorial, and said softly: "Yes, that's what I thought."

"Hey, you blue eyes..."

At this time, Chen Wang didn't know that his fate was about to change.

He did not complete his official duties as he had said to Huan Wen. Instead, he sat at the table, closed his eyes and recalled the events of the day. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he took out a piece of paper.

When he put pen to paper, a sweet smile immediately appeared on his face.

After a stick of incense, the paper was filled with writing.

He stared at the piece of paper for a long time, then put it on the candlelight, watched it burn to ashes, his eyes were a little blurry, and he murmured to himself.

"Anko, are you okay?"