Zhang Yuan had already put away the letter and said, "You can't read other people's private messages."

Xiao Jinghui said: "Then I won't show you the letter I wrote to my little aunt."

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "I don't want to watch."

Xiao Jinghui felt that the letter he had written to his aunt was very good, and he wanted to let Zhang Yuan read it, so he said: "I have seen it a long time ago. Dan Ran loves his wife as much as she meets him, hehe - okay, I'd better give the letter to

You see."

Zhang Yuan knew it wouldn't work without looking at it, so he took it over, took a look, and praised: "Xiao Hui's handwriting is very good. Did he learn Tang Dynasty's small regular script?"

Xiao Jinghui responded happily: "Yes, Mr. Zhang has a good eye, and I post posts every day."

Zhang Yuandao: "Okay, keep at it." Xiao Jinghui wrote in the letter: "Aunt Danran Fangjian——"

Zhang Yuan read the letter with a smile and said: "It's very well written. Your little aunt will definitely smile from ear to ear after receiving the letter. Okay, go back to your room and rest quickly." He asked Mu Zhenzhen to send her back.

West wing bedroom.

Early the next morning, when Zhang Yuan went out to take a look, there was a foot of snow accumulated in the courtyard. He went to the front yard to get a shovel to shovel the snow, and piled it aside. Wu Ling and Wang Dachui shoveled the snow in front of the gate. After breakfast, Zhang Yuan

Yuan ordered Wu Ling and Wang Dachui to buy 500 kilograms of charcoal and deliver it to the boat outside Chaoyang Gate. Laifu and the boatman and his wife also had to light a fire to keep out the cold. The severe cold in Beijing was not comparable to the winter in Shanyin.

At the end of the Chen Dynasty, Zhang Yuan and his brother-in-law Shang Zhouzuo came to Dalongfu Temple. The strange thing about Dalongfu Temple was that lamas and Zen monks lived in the same temple. Lamas lived in the east temple and Zen monks lived in the west temple. Each had its own Buddhist temple.

In the temple dojo, Monk Xufan, whom Zhou Zuo of Shang Dynasty met, was a Zen monk. I heard that dozens of disciples wanted to use a side hall to teach. Since there are not many rules in Zen Buddhism, Monk Xufan readily agreed.

After leaving the Dalongfu Temple, Shang Zhouzuo got into his car and drove through the ice and snow to the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Today is the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is the last official sitting of the capital officials in the 43rd year of Wanli. Tomorrow, except for the officials on duty,

It's time for annual vacation.

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Chapter completed!