Zhang Shao was still immersed in that wonderful memory. When Deng Jian yelled, he lost all the atmosphere and said angrily: "Read it quickly, read it quickly."

Deng Jian angrily danced: "There is no good thing in Ningbo people, but there is no good thing. Adults, there is only the first half of them. He said that he should study hard, and reading is serious. The second half will be released in the third edition next month. Is this person a thing? It's not a thing? I want to impeach him, and I have to impeach him."

He was so angry that he stamped his feet. He had just started to feel excited, which reminded him of some past events and was immersed in some memories. He was thinking about how to end the poem. Although the first half was wonderful, he had a strong sense of substitution. He even pointed to the whole poem and sighed. Damn, it was gone, it was gone.

Zhang Shao was stunned when he heard that the ground was gone, but...

Impeach him? What are you impeaching someone? You just write half of a poem? I said that people should study hard. This is just a free time. The scriptures are the right way. Is there anything wrong?

Deng Jian was angry and had no place to get angry, so he wanted to scold him a few more times, and then he turned around and fell in love with Jue. After all, it cost money, and I was so poor that I couldn't bear to let it go. I watched it a few more times and I barely deserved the price.

It was noisy outside, and the Censor of the Nanzhili Road Inspection Bureau next door also ran over and said, "Brother Huang Xian, your little fellow villager only wrote half of the poems, and there was nothing below."

Well……

Huang Xin was speechless. He suddenly felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have been clamoring that he and Ye Chunqiu were very familiar with each other.

Just as he wanted to run away on an excuse, a disciple quickly came to report: "Chief Huang, Wang Butang is invited, please go quickly."

The people in the hall looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes. They usually heard in private that Huang Jingshi had a duty, and occasionally went to Wangbutang's private house to visit him. Today, I found the Censorate directly. Wangbutang and Huang Jingshi really have a big relationship.

Deng Jian dared not speak out now. He dared to threaten others, but Wang Hua, the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Personnel, dared not provoke him.

Zhang Shao's eyes rolled, he immediately changed his smile, and said to Huang Xin earnestly: "Ah, Ziyi, since Wang Butang has invited him, you don't have to worry about the matter here. I am here to take care of you. Go quickly, don't let the Butang wait for a long time."

My heart was so sad that I had lived for most of my life, but I had never held such a thick leg. It was so annoying that I compared myself to others.

Huang Xin didn't dare to neglect it anymore, so he quickly put on his clothes and said goodbye.

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Wang Hua has been sick these days, so he has not been on duty in the office of the Ministry of Personnel. He has repeatedly asked the emperor to allow himself to retire and return home, but the emperor always refuses. Wang Hua has no intention of his career now, but the emperor is not allowed for one day, but he can do nothing.

This imperial teacher who praised Jiangnan and Jiangbei may be because he is strong without desire, and always looks very free and easy.

After taking the medicine, the old god sat in the study. The beam on his head had been taken off and placed on his head. His hair was tied with a green scarf and his hands were placed on the desk. He heard the outside say, "Master, Huang Jingshi is here."

"Ask," Wang Hua said slowly.

Huang Xin hurried in. He and Wang Hua were becoming more and more familiar with each other. Wang Hua seemed to favor the steadiness of this fellow villager. When he saw him coming, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Ziyi, I shouldn't have asked you to come. I heard that you are still on duty. Oh, it shouldn't have delayed your business because of my private affairs."

Huang Xin said this and thought to himself, everything about you is something that I, Mr. Huang, is so serious that he shows up on his face and dare not even say it.

Then he leaned down, leaned forward, and said, "I don't know what the prince asked me to come?"

Wang Hua said casually: "Taibaiji, have you heard of it?"

Huang Xin's heart skipped a beat. This is really a ghost. It's really a success. Xiao He is a defeat. Xiao He is a failure. At that time, his career was prosperous because of his relationship with Ye Chunqiu. Now, he is better. He says that he has a good relationship with Ye Chunqiu, but he is almost like the Huang family in Hedong and the Ye family in Hexi. As a result...

He said carefully: "Uh, I heard that it is just... Chunqiu is still young and has a little bit of a mess. He is actually quite steady in normal times. I didn't expect that he was confused for a while. Most of the time, he knew the Yuan Dynasty. Those booksellers encouraged him, but he didn't know how to refuse. Alas... This is a common thing. As long as you have some fame in high school, you will be harassed by some vulgar people. The so-called poverty is in the downtown area, no one asks about it, and do you have distant relatives in the deep mountains? Spring and Autumn is the same. I must study books and teach him a lesson."

In his opinion, Ye Chunqiu's move was indeed too much. The poetry club was nothing, but this Taibai Ji insisted on creating such a gimmick, which caused a lot of controversy and endless disputes. Who is Wang Butang? The emperor's teacher, how can he not be angry after hearing such a thing?

But he couldn't help but start thinking, how to make things happen and shirk Ye Chunqiu? Now he and Ye Chunqiu broke the bones and connected the tendons, so it was impossible to clear them. As the censor Qingliu, now he seems to be a full-time person to wash the floor for Ye Chunqiu.

Who knew that Wang Hua said, "Oh, it turns out that there is this allusion. It is common to be entangled by booksellers. How could I not know? However, I asked you, why was his life just like the first meeting? Why did the autumn wind make the fan sad and only the upper part, but not the lower part? Is this poem over the end, but he just refuses to print it? Has he written a letter to you recently? Have you mentioned this? Do you have any lower part?

Huang Xin's face froze. I was so unfair. How could I have misunderstanding? Although I had a good relationship with him, how could I even say this when I wrote a book? Yes, that's right. Although I told people every day that I was wearing a pair of pants with Chunqiu, since he learned about Yuan, I was vain and did brag. I claimed that I had carefully supervised his homework, but I don't know about love poetry.

If someone else asked, Huang Xin would just say nothing.

But when Wang Hua asked, Huang Xin was unsure and didn't know there were two possibilities. One was that he really didn't know, and the other possibility was that he knew but didn't say it. The former could be forgiven, while the latter should be punished.

But the question is how to let the prince know that this is the former, not the latter.

Seeing Huang Xin’s face was silenced, Wang Hua also laughed silently and did not press on step by step: “Oh, seeing you are cramped, I must be ignorant, it’s okay, it’s okay. In fact, I just listened to the officials in the ministry and ordered people to buy a copy and wanted to read it casually. This poem is excellent.”

Students, poetry is a bit overflowing, which is also a helpless thing. Tiger can only carry out micro-innovation. Well, why don’t you send it to me and give me some subscriptions, monthly tickets, and rewards. Tiger asks for it.
Chapter completed!