Jiang Fan glared at him angrily and leaned over to look at the town at the foot of the mountain.

Yaoguang stared at the young master's back with burning eyes.

His plan was very big, and this time he came to Zhang Zaifu to explain the problem, but what excited him the most was that since Jiang Fan was confident in persuading Zhang Zaifu, it was even more proof of that.

And Jiang Fan, who was observing Qingjiang Town, felt that something was wrong in his heart. Somehow, he suddenly remembered what the empress suddenly said when she was leaving that day - there were other people in the green valley.

After all, the Battle of Cuigu is related to Zhang Zaifu. Is there any side story to this matter?

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Qingjiang Town is an ordinary and somewhat poor town, and it is located at the junction of Shanxi and Chu, so neither family is too lazy to take care of it, so it has always lacked basic facilities, such as private schools and the like.

Fortunately, a reclusive old scholar in the mountains finally came out and founded a school, which provided a place for children from thousands of families to study.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Qing Jiangsou was somewhat famous in the local area, but he had lived alone in seclusion for decades, and few people had seen him. But this time, the old Confucian sold his classics, set up a school, and exempted poor families from paying fees, which made the townspeople applaud and praise him.

As time went by, his reputation grew.

However, due to the small size of Qingjiang Town itself and the limited energy of the old man, he only accepted children under the age of ten, so there were only about a hundred people of the right age.

These hundreds of boys got this good opportunity and naturally became the envy of everyone.

All day long, under the big locust tree in the eastern suburbs, the sound of Lang Lang reading could be heard in the pine and cypress hall with white walls and blue tiles. Many townspeople sat quietly outside not far away and listened. Quietly, for fear of disturbing the teacher's teaching.

, disturbing children from reading sages’ books.

On this day, dozens of townspeople sat quietly and listened as usual.

Unexpectedly, a team of thousands of cavalrymen walked neatly from the bluestone road leading to the outside of the town. The leader was a golden-armored general wearing a sun helmet. There was also a luxurious gilded chariot in the center of the team, led by a

An old man with a haggard name drove the carriage.

The white robe, bright yellow armor, tall horse, and clear flag made the townspeople who had never seen the market panic. Obviously, this was something they couldn't afford to offend. The townspeople did not dare to make any noise. They retreated to a distance uneasily, but they also

He never left. After all, he still had his own baby in Songbai Hall, so he couldn't rest assured.

Thousands of soldiers stood in perfect order in front of the Pine and Cypress Hall. They did not make any noise, as if they were waiting for something in silence.

It wasn't until the sun was setting in the west and the tired birds were about to return that the sound of reading in the school suddenly stopped. Soon, the courtyard door opened wide, and the children were chatting and laughing, and filed out. Seeing the battle outside, the children were all excited

Somewhat scared.

The last person to come out was a tall, white-haired and bearded old Confucian scholar in civilian clothes.

He smiled and told the children to go home early and stop playing.

At this time, the parents who were waiting far away stretched out their hands and called their children over to them. They gave a quick salute to the old gentleman, did not dare to stay, and hurriedly led them away.

But there were also some brave people who were not here to pick up the baby, who found it novel and watched from a distance without leaving.

But they were just watching a scene. The people in small places were inherently afraid of the officers and soldiers, and they were too far away to hear clearly what they would say.

Only a young fisherman carrying a bamboo basket on his back and a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand seemed to be listening attentively.

The old gentleman sent away the last child, then brushed his beard and smiled, turned around and walked back, but he didn't seem to see the thousands of officers and soldiers shining brightly.

At this time, an old voice came from the carriage: "Master Xiang, it's been a long time."

The old gentleman stopped slowly and did not look back: "I, Mr. Qingjiangsou, there is no one you are looking for here. Please go back."

The old voice said slowly: "Sou Qingjiang has passed away. Mr. Xiang was famous all over the world in his life, so why bother borrowing the name of that old friend."

The old gentleman seemed to shake his head: "In my heart, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, so life and death don't matter."

The old voice said: "The Prime Minister's mind is beyond the reach of old age."

The old gentleman slowly turned around and looked at the chariot. He was silent for a moment and smiled lightly: "You are just an old man, how can you be considered a grand master in person? Please return the court."

The man in the chariot let out a long sigh: "Master Zaifu was the Dazai in the past, and his official position is above that of the old, so he deserves it."

The old man said: "The old man has already hung up his seal and left. It's okay not to mention what happened back then."

The person in the chariot said: "But in this world, can the Prime Minister really let go?"

The old gentleman smiled leisurely: "The world is like floating clouds. I have already seen through it in Fuyunting, and I have no intention of lingering."

The person in the chariot said: "Zaifu has already put up the seal, but my emperor has not issued an edict. I can't sleep at night because of my deep thoughts. Why don't you return to court and meet my emperor to relieve his pain of missing you?"

The old gentleman brushed his beard and said: "I am grateful for the memory of my emperor. However, I am only a teacher at the moment. Teaching and educating people is enough. The temple is high and far away, so I don't care about it. Please tell your majesty that there is no need to worry about it."

The people in the carriage sighed, and the curtain slowly opened. An old man was helped out of the carriage by the driver.

This old man is dressed in rich brocade clothes, wearing a high crown on his head and a jade belt around his waist. Although he is old, he has a handsome face.

"Finally, my old friend is here. Can I have a cup of tea?"

The old gentleman smiled calmly: "Since you are here, just have a drink."

While talking, an old man with a hunchback walked out of the school, holding a tray with a pot and four cups on it.

The old man's eyes moved slightly: "The Great Sage Camel Lion, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

The hunchbacked old man just said: "I'm an old servant."

After saying that, he walked to the big locust tree, placed the tea tray gently on a piece of bluestone, and then slowly stepped aside.

The old gentleman made an invitation gesture: "This is where I usually drink tea and chat. It's a bit simple. How about sitting on the floor?"

The old man in rich clothes suddenly said: "I was born on the earth, buried in the thick soil, and sat on the ground with great etiquette."

"So...please."

"please."

The two of them actually took the bluestone as their base and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The old man in rich clothes glanced at the tea tray, smiled slightly and said: "There are quite a few guests today."

The old gentleman poured tea with a smile: "There have been a lot of guests these days, but they all don't come in. But as a host, you always have to prepare some."

The old man in rich clothes picked up the tea cup with two fingers, blew it gently, and took a sip: "Oh? Deep mountain wild tea?"

"Isn't it like this for people in the mountains and wild areas to collect and use it for themselves?"

The old man in rich clothes said: "Zaifu is indifferent, but... is Zaifu really willing to give up?"

The old man said: "If you give up, you will gain. If you give up all the mundane things and work hard, you will be able to do whatever you want. It's very good."

The old man in rich clothes stared at the other person: "It would be great if you really feel at ease... I'm afraid that Zaifu didn't follow his heart."

The old gentleman chuckled: "Are you worried about me?"

The old man in rich clothes said: "My emperor and all the gentlemen are just thinking about you."

"I'm just worried about why I'm gone now that I'm gone."

"Why don't you, Zaifu, let us feel at ease?"

"My heart is uneasy, so why should external forces do it?"
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