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    Song Zhen was startled when he heard this. When he saw He Lanqin still looking at the other side of the screen, he felt even more uneasy, fearing that the next moment He Lanqin would get up and go around behind the screen to catch Zong Ting.

    Song Zhen¡¯s reaction was completely different. Zong Ting sat still behind the screen, with no intention of responding.

    He Lanqin was able to reveal his existence without warning. Was it because he was as serious as the rumors said, or because he got the information secretly and then exposed it in a serious manner?  Or is it just a test?  Although his heart is unpredictable, Zongting doesn't care too much. He has played similar tricks before, so it's not unusual.  It was nothing more than a way to scare people. He was not an unexperienced young man, so how could he not be able to sit still just by saying this.

    There was no sound behind the screen, as if there was no one there.  He Lanqin was speechless. He should have been embarrassed, but his face was very calm, as if what he just said was just for Qiu Feng to hear.  He lowered his head and continued drinking tea. Song Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject.

    "Mr. Helan is coming to Chang'an this time, but do you plan to stay for a long time?", "It has not been decided yet.", "Where does Mr. Helan live now? Can you leave a place to live, so I can tell it to His Highness.", "She will  knew."

    This appearance of having everything under control and knowing everything made Song Zhen feel some admiration for no reason, but he was loyal after all, so he immediately calmed down and respectfully sent He Lanqin off.  As a prince and deacon, he may not have to be so humble when facing the white Helanqin, but Helanqin is the teacher of King Wu, so he must be polite.  He put He Lanqin into the car, watched the car drive away, turned around, lifted his robe and hurriedly returned to the west hall.

    Before Zongting left, he was sitting alone in the hall drinking tea.  The small stove was burning and the boiling water was rolling. He drank leisurely and calmly, but Song Zhen was thinking about it for a while.  At the end, he finally spoke: "Mr. Helan just revealed that my husband was sitting behind the screen. The villain was really frightened. According to my opinion, how did he learn about this?"

    "So what if he knows?" Zong Ting lowered his head and took another sip of tea, seemingly not paying attention to He Lanqin at all.  He doesn't believe in religion or God, and He Lanqin's ability to bluff people is not worth mentioning in his eyes; is there an spy in the government?  It doesn't matter to him, he can always find out if he wants to, not to mention that even if he finds out, it will be useless. It just forces the other party to change people, and it is actually impossible to prevent it; test?  Even more boring.

    The only thing that made him uncomfortable was He Lanqin's voice that seemed to be accompanied by laughter when he said "she is a good student".  He was her teacher for seven years. He was really tireless in teaching and nosy. He even tampered with her handwriting in an attempt to erase all traces of her past.

    The handwriting on the greeting card that He Lanqin handed over today is almost exactly the same as Li Chun's handwriting at a glance. Don't you feel that learning his handwriting is not enough, do you have to change it again and learn from He Lanqin's?  It makes no sense and is unheard of.  Zong Ting raised his hand and drank all the tea in one breath. A trace of irritability and anger flashed in his eyes under the gold foil mask.

    Song Zhen saw that something was wrong, so she kept silent about the matter and stood nearby, carefully reminding: "My husband, it is better not to stay in the hall for too long. After all, there are many people in the house and they talk a lot."

    Zong Ting put down the cup gently, looking calm on the outside. Even Song Zhen, who was always keen, could not detect the gnashing of teeth in his heart.  Although he felt extremely uncomfortable, he didn't gain anything.  He Lanqin looked flawless, but today he still exposed some weaknesses.  Although he was not entirely sure, he still guessed eight or nine points.

    Zongting calmed down a little and went to the bedroom alone.  Song Zhen, on the other hand, stood in the verandah with her hands folded and her sleeves folded, and couldn't help but wander around for a while.  Suddenly a servant called him and said, "Deacon Song has been standing here for a long time, but do you have anything to tell me?"

    Song Zhen came back to her senses and replied inexplicably: "Oh, I just suddenly remembered a story. It was about two wolves fighting to capture another wolf when the other wolf was not around. In the end, they broke up unhappy.  It makes both sides lose."

    After hearing what he said with great interest, the boy innocently showed him a confused face, lamenting in his heart that the story of the scholar was really not interesting at all, boring, really boring.

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    When He Lanqin came in and out of the prince's residence, the prince himself was supervising the review of the letter in the Ministry of Personnel.  Applicants for the system examination can be former officials or white people, and the selection method can be self-selection or other examination. Compared with the Jinshi examination, it is much looser and more conducive to recruiting talents of all kinds.

    There are thousands of applicants, but the number of successful candidates who pass the examination is still decreasing.  Judging from their origins, these candidates include children from aristocratic families, as well as talented people from poor families; geographically, they are concentrated in Guanlong, Shandong and Jiangzuo. However, the first two have always been the top priority, while Jiangzuo is relatively weak.  , it¡¯s only this year that there are so many.

    The late emperor was from Guanlong and had many connections with the nobles of Guanlong. However, in recent years, there were many conflicts between the queen and the forces of Guanlong, and Guanlong became more powerful in the court.Zongting.  He turned sideways and faced inward, with the quilt only covering his chest, his arms exposed, the sleeves of his robe shrunk upwards, and his wrists and half of his forearms were exposed to the air.

    Li Chun immediately wanted to pull up his wide sleeves, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught a glimpse of the black ribbon he used to blindfold his eyes.  The long black strips covered the white skin, cold and unsolvable. Just as she didn't know how he spent these years, she also didn't know when he developed such a habit.

    He slept deeply and painfully, and his skin was actually cold. Li Chunyi even clearly felt his shoulders trembling, and his exposed hands subconsciously held his hands, as if he was trying desperately to hold back crying.  She suddenly remembered what she had heard outside the political hall during the day. Her chest was slightly stagnant. She sighed with difficulty and reached out her hand to explore the ribbon that covered his eyes.

    It was unexpectedly humid, with a little bit of inconspicuous temperature, and I was really crying.

    She was a little startled, but she didn't find it strange. It was just that her heart was beating a little too hard and very erratically. The fatigue of the past few days had no place to bloom, and it spread to cover people.

    At this moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand covering the ribbon, and at the same time curled up in pain.  At this moment, Li Chunyi even thought in a trance that he was the young boy who could cry, laugh, get angry, and feel lost before. He was completely unwary of her and had no purpose or design.

    "Mr. sir." She lowered her eyes and called him in a low voice, wanting to bring him back from the nightmare, but instead he grabbed her heart and sank with him.  She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear: "Mr., have you had a nightmare?" Her voice was rare and gentle and heartfelt, bringing Zong Ting back from the nightmare bit by bit, and at the same time she also noticed  His hand was held tighter.

    Zong Ting obviously hadn't woken up completely, so she continued next to him: "Didn't you bring the talisman you gave your husband last time?" Her voice was as soft as a whisper, like a caring and comforting girl: "With that talisman, you won't be able to  I'll have nightmares again." Even so, Zong Ting still couldn't relax his tight shoulders, and his hands held her tighter, as if she would disappear completely in the next moment.

    He was so afraid of losing in his heart that the nightmares came over and over again with no end.  Li Chunyi almost leaned over and hugged him, trying to lend him some strength and warmth, but with little success. His body was still stiff, and even though he was awake, he was still fighting against the illusory dream.  She was also very tired. She closed her eyes and leaned on the side of his neck. She suddenly sighed and said: "Mr. sir, can you hear me?" Her breath lingered on his neck, lingering, showing stubborn persistence. She used her own  His personal experience comforted him: "Nightmares are no big deal, they are all fake."

    It wasn't until she said "I won't leave" that Zong Ting woke up suddenly, pushed her away, and walked out barefoot.  He almost never showed weakness in front of her, and he was very disgusted and resistant to the fact that he woke up crying. In the autumn night, the floor of the verandah seemed to be covered with frost, which was wet and cold. It ran up along the soles of his feet. He walked for a while unconsciously.  , suddenly stopped to untie the ribbon, and the dim corridor light shone down, but it made him feel dazzling.

    Li Chunyi stood ten steps away, with a porch light swaying slightly above his head.  She leaned over and picked up a piece of broken porcelain on the ground, and her sight stretched out to see blood stains all along the way.  She had never known that he was such a late-minded person, not knowing when he stepped on a sharp object, so she straightened up, looked at his back from a distance and said, "Don't go any further."

    The evening fog quietly spread.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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