"The day after tomorrow, I'm so anxious, can you make arrangements?" Zhao Hao was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then realized that he had already made arrangements. He just couldn't take action first and then report to him.

"Why would you dare to report to the young master if you are not prepared?" Qi Jingyun was so good at speaking.

"Oh, how many female historians are willing to come?" Zhao Hao asked with interest.

"There are nearly a thousand people who signed up." Qi Jingyun said proudly.

"Wow, so many people?" Zhao Hao opened his mouth wide.

"The Jiaofangsi has been around for two hundred years, and the musicians have already exceeded 10,000," Qi Jingyun explained: "What's more, the old courtyard of the Jinling Female History has been a long time ago. They always only praise the popular ones. No matter how outstanding you are, you won't be a courtesan, you won't have the chance to make a comeback. This time we can set up a new situation, so they naturally cannot get it, and there are many people who respond."

"Then you have done a lot of effort." Zhao Hao couldn't help but exclaim: "Thousands of female historians, tsk, this situation is big enough."

"The main reason is that the fellow fans of the Red Mansion Poetry Society work together. This time, the Liantai Immortal Society was co-organized by us and the Red Mansion Poetry Society, especially President Xuelang has made great efforts, and more than half of the female history was found by him."

"Lotus Immortal Society? Xuelang?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but be stunned. Last month, the slut monk resigned from the position of host of Huazang Temple and said that he would go to Danluo Island when he returned to Nanjing to handle some important matters.

I didn’t expect that this is what Monk Lang calls the “must matter”?

But there seems to be nothing wrong. He is a friend of Qinhuai female history...

"Yes, this is the name given by Master Xuelang. Jinling is known as the Immortal Capital. At that time, we will slap a water platform in Furong Pool and savor the female history on the stage. Isn't it the Lotus Immortal Society?" Qi Jingyun smiled and said, "Master Xuelang will also personally serve as the host of the Lotus Immortal Society. He also invited famous scholars from Jiangnan, officials from the capital, and new students from the new subjects to a total of 99 flower list examiners. Everything is difficult at the beginning. If the master does not provide his efforts, I can't afford such a grand event just by relying on my family."

Mr. Zhao touched his nose, and the monk hosted a prostitute beauty pageant, and scholars rushed to judge. Daming really took jujube pills.

Moreover, he had an ominous premonition that as long as he had a relationship with this monk, there would be no good things.

But when he said this, he couldn't give up, so he asked: "Can a thousand participating beauties beauties beauties the day after tomorrow?"

"It's definitely not possible. As a last resort, the flower list examiners will first conduct the primary election tomorrow. Only by passing the 9981 female historians who passed the primary election can they appear at the Lotus Immortal Meeting in the future." Qi Jingyun introduced the rules to him and said:

"At the Later Ri Liantai Immortal Conference, it is not just the flower list examiners who have decided. Any participant can buy golden flowers to the female history they support, and evaluate the seats based on the amount of money they have to pay, and the old man will be fine."

"Good guy." Mr. Zhao took a breath. Sure enough, he was really the same Chinese and the same virtue. He was bound to fight the Rockets anywhere...

However, it has to be admitted that this set of rules is still basically reasonable. First, an expert jury selected 81 outstanding people with good color from a thousand registered beauties, ensuring the basic quality of the beauty pageant; entering the final selection stage, then introducing public reviews, increasing the credibility of the ranking, and the organizer can make a lot of money, perfect.

~~

At midnight, the flower boats docked on the banks of the Yulin River.

Gu Xianchengcai got out of the prostitute's house with weak legs, and Shutong hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

His younger brother Gu Yun was almost crazy in Chengdu and complained from the side: "Brother, why did it take so long?"

"There's no way, who made it take too long... I'm talking about clothes." Gu Xiancheng patted his seventeen-year-old brother's shoulder and said in endless reminiscing: "If you weren't hanging you, I could get off the boat tomorrow morning."

"Just blow, I saw that the boat swayed for a few times and stopped moving." Gu Yuncheng said without giving him face: "They all said that you are the most famous boat in our hometown - Wuxi Quick!"

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you know at a young age? I save time to work hard." Gu Xiancheng glared at him and walked towards the inn with Shutong's shoulder.

"By the way, I'm talking about hard work." Gu Yuncheng took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Gu Xiancheng and said: "Today the one who asked everyone to go downstairs is the famous Mr. Zhao. He also sent someone a post to invite us to study at Yufeng Academy next year."

Now Yufeng Academy is definitely the No. 1 academy in Jiangnan. Gu Yuncheng was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night if he could receive an invitation from Mr. Zhao himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been waiting for his brother to finish the matter in the middle of the night.

"Oh, there is such a good thing?" Gu Xiancheng couldn't help but be overjoyed. Although he was called a child prodigy since childhood, there were too many scholars in Nanzhili, so he was too fierce and too surrendered. This time he failed the exam and lost all his confidence. The name of Yufeng Academy is now well-known, and he also wanted to go further and fight in the imperial examination.

But there must be a lot of people who will register next year, and I may not be able to squeeze in. I was worried that there was no way, but I didn’t expect the opportunity to come.

He quickly took the letter and opened it with the lantern in the hand of the book boy. It turned out to be an invitation letter to admission, with his and his brother's name written on it.

"I didn't expect that it was the famous Mr. Zhao. No wonder everyone would go downstairs to greet him." Gu Xiancheng couldn't help but sigh and boasted: "I didn't expect that Brother Wei is really famous. Even Mr. Zhao knew that I also knew that I have a younger brother like you..."

Lu Di's distress was swept away immediately, and he felt that he was back on the right track.

If he knew, Mr. Zhao just wanted to observe nearby, whether his brothers could save it. If it was hopeless, he would send them to the West Mountain to dig coal. I wonder if they would be so cheering...

~~

The next day, the foot of Xiaocang Mountain was indeed very lively. Mr. Zhao stood in the glass balcony of Liuyun Mountain, watching the scene of beauties gathering by the hibiscus pool, and the beauties gathered by the beauties, and the belles in his arms, while asking Qiaoqiao in his arms:

"Does your company have any red lines?"

"I don't know." The poor Qiaoqiao was confused by his caress and he couldn't speak. "I know, but I can't say..."

"Do you don't know or can't you say it?" Mr. Zhao picked up soft persimmons and said, "Good sister, just tell me, otherwise I will be worried all day long, and I may make mistakes and cause trouble..."

"As long as you are not outside... you are flirting with flowers and plants... the company will be like it doesn't exist." Qiao Qiao said with a bright red face and bit her red lips lightly.

"Then what punishment would I have if I commit a foul?" Mr. Zhao lowered his eyebrows and continued to flick, slowly zipping it up and picking it up again.

"No, we won't cry, make trouble... Oh...ah..." Qiaoqiao said in the middle of the song, the flowers were slippery, and the spring was flowing under the ice.

"At most, we will only be sad together, but we will be sad together..." As she said that, she held his hand with a flushed face, collapsed in his arms and stood unsteadily.

'That's all...' Mr. Zhao was secretly depressed, most afraid that this invisible iron curtain would make people unable to use it. The steelmaking industry turned into soft fingers. He said, "I will go to the Lotus Tai Immortal Club tomorrow, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"What are you doing... who dares not control it?" Qiaoqiao finally softened her heart and revealed some information to Zhao Hao and said: "We... don't care about our hearts..."

"Oh, that's how it is." Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he could participate with confidence.

Then he stopped talking and focused on enjoying this rare autumn relationship with Qiaoqiao.

Seeing that the silver bottle was about to break and the water slurry burst out, the iron cavalry burst out with swords and guns, suddenly there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door.

Qiao Qiao's soul returned to her position in an instant, and she remembered that it was still in broad daylight. She hurriedly moaned, broke free from Zhao Hao's arms, and hid in the inner room.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhao asked unhappily.

"Young Master, Section Chief Chang has something to ask for an interview." Ma Xianglan's voice sounded.

"Come in." Zhao Hao sat on the sofa in anger.

Ma Xianglan led Chang Kaiche, the general affairs chief of the Security Department, to come in. Seeing Zhao Hao's dissatisfaction with desire, Ma Xianglan couldn't help but realize that Qiaoqiao, an honest man, dared to steal food during the day.

Secretary Ma poured a bowl of chrysanthemum tea for Mr. Zhao, and explained softly in his ear that according to the discipline and regulations, the general affairs section chief responsible for intelligence transmission could not stop him even if he asked for a meeting with Mr. Zhao.

The implication is that I didn’t deliberately destroy your good deeds. If I am still angry, I can’t compensate you for one night…

Zhao Hao's expression cleared a little, and he glanced at Chang Kaiche and said, "What happened? I'm so anxious?"

Chang Kaiche is fat and has an ordinary appearance, but his pair of small and slithering eyes are very vivid. He is a native of Xiuning, trained by the old man. He is politically reliable, has extraordinary ability, and has too high blood lipids... It is the male style that Mr. Zhao likes.

He hurriedly took out a secret letter from the folder under his armpit and presented it to Secretary Ma with both hands:

"After receiving a letter from Fei Ge in the capital, Mr. Zhang asked his son to come to Beijing within half a month."

The two capitals in the north and south are two thousand miles apart, and even half a month of boat ride is very tight, so he has to notify Zhao Hao as soon as possible to avoid delays due to his own reasons.

Of course, I also had the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to show my face in front of the young master. But I didn't expect that it would ruin the young master's interest...

Zhao Hao was shocked when he heard the news and said that he would not get pregnant if he kissed and hugged, right? He quickly followed the days and nights with Xiao Zhuzi, and confirmed that there was no possibility of death. Then he asked relievedly: "What happened?"

Chang Kaiche hurriedly presented another secret report and said, "The capital is in chaos."

Zhao Hao took it and saw that the wheel of history had turned to Altan's tribute.

This time Gao Gong threw a stone into the pit, which aroused public anger. The Wangwang team, who had been in vain for many years, barked at him again. Even his students, Jinshi in the 44th year of Jiajing and the censor Ye Mengxiong, wrote a memorial to oppose the surrender and tribute on the grounds that Altan Khan had been disturbing the frontier for many years and killed countless people.

In the Ming Dynasty officialdom, it is very rare for students to openly oppose the master. Although students are despised, it is also difficult for the master to live.
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