Mr. Wei pushed open the door of the room and found the bed in a touch of Hei. After taking off his clothes, taking off his shoes and socks, Mr. Wei lay on the bed and preparing to rest.

Mr. Wei usually only wears clothes to bed and rest after he gets drunk.

As the snoring sounded in the house, Mr. Wei fell asleep.

After a light sound, the darkness in the room was cut by a ray of fire.

I saw a figure facing away from Mr. Wei’s bed, sitting upright on a small stool beside the wine table, with a black oil lamp placed in the middle of the wine table.

The flames on the oil lamp were pounding because they were just lit. The flickering candle flames made the people in front of the table, shaking one after another.

Mr. Wei seemed to be awakened by the sudden light, and looked at the man with a tilted body, the visitor was a scholar.

It turned out that when Han Qiufen sent Mr. Wei back, the scholar stood in a hidden place on the roof of the house and was watching.

As soon as Han Qiuequin left, he got into the house. Seeing that Mr. Wei had rested after returning to the house, Han Qiuequin was unlikely to return, so he came out to fire and took out the light.

Mr. Wei did not expect the scholar to appear here, which made Mr. Wei's brows beat.

After discovering that the visitor was a scholar, Mr. Wei raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes twice. He said sleepyly, "What are you doing?"

The scholar turned around with a smile, raised a thick eyebrows and looked at Mr. Wei up and down, as if he had watched an interesting performance.

Mr. Wei was a little embarrassed by the scholar, so he lay down his body that had just been stretched out. In order not to see the candlelight, he turned his body and turned his back to the scholar, looking like he continued to sleep.

"The Master said: I didn't teach you to flatter the powerful." The scholar was not in a hurry, but just said to himself.

"I have only been reading for two days and have not yet realized the superficiality of the divine wisdom of the scholars. I am a common teacher." Mr. Wei said without turning around, covering the quilt and facing the wall.

"You are not a common person to teach for poor families, but for ordinary people, the purpose of reading is to be rich. After all, they will not really change, and the Confucian sages cannot suppress their ugliness when facing desires."

The scholar continued without waiting for Mr. Wei to speak, "From the day I studied, I realized that the saints and sages have no lasting existence, and they still have to rely on themselves to practice."

"If they read, it means they have the opportunity to become sages, and then I will not be wronged. I will guide the future philosophers, and I am even lucky. Hehe... I'm talking about you, you are so talented, don't you take the exam for the achievements?" Mr. Wei still didn't turn around, but his mouth didn't calm down.

"Forget it, I'm already innocent, I don't want to be tempered again. Also, who said I can't give myself an official position?" The scholar kept his words, and he looked calmly and waited for Mr. Wei to come and ask him.

Mr. Wei's body shook, fortunately he quickly stabilized, but his voice revealed helplessness: "Why would you dare to ask the Lord, where is the official position?"

"I am going to be the censor secretly!" The scholar slapped the table, stood up suddenly, and shouted in a low voice.

"Your voice is not small. The Censor is much better than the magistrate. Please say boldly! Don't be afraid!" After hearing this, Mr. Wei suddenly raised his body, turned his direction again, faced the scholar, and said with a smile.

"Do you think I don't want to... you taught Han Qiuequn's martial arts?" The scholar changed his topic.

Mr. Wei seemed to have known that scholars would ask this question for a long time, and said calmly: "Most of his martial arts are taught by the Jianghu Heroes who have been to the Land Temple for a rest these years. Some people took him to the ground, but before they even got started, they left when they had something to do, some came back, and some never saw him again."

"He has good martial arts skills." The scholar looked at Mr. Wei's reaction while speaking, and kept touching his wrist, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

Mr. Wei seemed to see the thoughts in the scholar's mind, and then said, "He is an orphan, so when he was young, he spent most of his time practicing martial arts except for studying and studying with me. He never rested except eating and sleeping. Looking at the reactions of those tourists, it seemed that his talent and roots were good, so after these few years, he practiced martial arts a lot. Until now, I don't know how high his martial arts are, let alone what martial arts he knows."

The scholar seemed a little disappointed, and muttered and walked towards Mr. Wei's bed: "Okay, rest! Let's!"

Mr. Wei looked at the scholar walking towards him, and said in confusion and anxiously, "You want to sleep here? This is my home. Alas! Alas! Alas! Alas! Alas! Don't go to my bed! No, where did you sleep a few days ago?"

The scholar pushed away Mr. Wei's hands that blocked him, sat on the bed, started taking off his shoes and socks, and then took off his side and replied to Mr. Wei: The street where he slept for the first night, and the next night he sat at your house for a night, and went to the lake outside the county during the day."

"Have you found a boat?" Mr. Wei couldn't help but interrupt.

The scholar nodded and continued, "I slept last night. Unfortunately, there was only one bed in the autumn equinox of Han, and there were many idle people waiting at night, which made me feel uncomfortable. And tonight, there were cold winds outside and there were also service patrols. You wouldn't want to drive me away, right?"

"There is a wooden box under my bed, and there is a quilt inside. It is from the autumnal equinox. You can use it first and go to the table to sleep." Mr. Wei found that the scholar seemed to be determined to live with him, and he could not stop him, so he quickly changed his voice.

After hearing this, the scholar curled his lips and seemed to regretfully take out the quilt and lay it on the wooden square table. However, his two shaking eyebrows seemed to reveal his true feelings.

"By the way, remember to tell the autumnal equinox tomorrow that during this period, people who come to the Land Temple should be careful and beware of others." Mr. Wei reached his neck and said to the scholar, looking like he wanted to lower his voice and wanted to make sure that the scholar could hear clearly.

The scholar placed the oil lamp on the table on the ground, turned his back to Mr. Wei and began to take care of the bedding. The quilt on the scholar's hand felt dry and warm, and he knew that the quilt was washed and sunny at a glance.

After listening to Mr. Wei's words, the scholar looked at the quilt in his hand, tilted his head, smiled, and was about to turn around and joke with Mr. Wei.

When the scholar turned around, he happened to see Mr. Wei's slightly embarrassed look at this moment.

The scholar turned his head and swallowed the jokes again, while speeding up the bedding in his hands.

"Okay, I'll go to get the bookcase tomorrow. I'm leaving in a hurry and don't even bring my belongings." The scholar put the bedding in, got into the bedding and then blew out the candle he placed on the ground. After a while, he started to snore.

""Mr. Wei didn't say anything more.

"This is to stay forever!" After thinking about the scholar's preface, Mr. Wei found that he had a trap... But he couldn't express this hindsight.

"The secret censor? Interesting." Thinking of this, Mr. Wei also dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.
Chapter completed!