Lan Jue paused for a while and smiled: "You want to know his friendship with Liu Zhihui, so you should ask Liu Zhihui, how could the headquarters know?"

Zhang Ping paused for a moment and cleared his throat: "Student found out..."

Lan Jue cut off his words: "I know, you must have found a lot. But no matter how many you found, I don't know about Gu Qingzhang and Liu Zhihui." He walked to the door and opened the door, "If you should ask, just find a way to ask."

Zhang Ping looked up at Lan Jue, took two steps, reached the door, and turned around again: "Gu Qingzhang... At that time, he might have had no choice but to get along with Liu Zhihui."

Lan Jue kept his hands behind his back and said, "Students always feel that he has any handle on Liu Zhihui."

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and for a moment, then half-tugged up the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you can do everything you can to get out of the headquarters. You should know that Lord Liu's official rank is above me. Every time you are promoted, you must check the old files. I can recite his resume, be honest and flawless. If you want to talk about something false on him, even Tao Zhoufeng can't protect you."

Zhang Ping looked at him, drooped his eyelids again, said nothing, turned around slowly, and walked out of the study.

Lan Jue fell on the door behind him.

Zhang Ping walked through the courtyard, walked back to the guest room, and stayed in the room for a long time. When it was dark, the servant came to deliver him supper and glanced at him with a flashing look. This man was favored by the master, everyone knew that this man actually caused the master to slam the door in the afternoon, and everyone knew that the kitchen had to prepare a meal for him, and he had to prepare a good or bad one. Why is this man so capable?

Zhang Ping was full of food, but he didn't wait for anyone to collect the bowls. He wanted to send the bowls back to the kitchen. He met a servant in the corridor, and the servant quickly took the dishes. Zhang Ping went down the corridor and walked around the yard. Because Lan Jue didn't say anything, no one stopped him no matter how he turned.

Lan Jue's mansion was very big. When Zhang Ping was teaching Lan Hui here that day, he didn't visit it. He picked up the path and walked through the layers of courtyards. The night wind was blowing, but he saw two or three charming maids holding food boxes into a room. The room should have a thick curtain, and a warm light flashed when he opened the door.

Zhang Ping lifted his collar upwards and walked closer to the room. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around again. The door of the house was opened behind him. The maids with a warm and fragrant wind exited the room. Lan Jue's voice inside the door said, "Is Zhang Ping standing under the corridor? Come in."

Several maids retreated from the steps with a smile. Zhang Ping flashed into the door of the house. A warm feeling that was pounced on him suddenly soaked in his pores. Lan Jue sat at the table in the house and said lightly: "Close the door."

Zhang Ping closed the door and sat down at the table according to Lan Jue's sign. He felt that his clothes were heavy and he looked at Lan Jue. His robe with lilac brown pattern and silver silk was actually not thinner than his outer robe.

Lan Jue poured a glass of warm wine: "Please prepare a pair of chopsticks for you?"

Zhang Ping looked at the stacked bowls and plates on the table: "No, I'm full tonight."

Lan Jue said oh, and said again: "If you feel hot, you will take off your robe."

Zhang Ping grabbed his clothes: "I haven't taken a shower for several days, I'm afraid the smell..."

Lan Jue frowned and compared to the side: "Go to the other end of the house and come over."

Zhang Ping walked to the corner of the room as he spoke, took off his robe, put it on the chair, and then walked back to the table and sat down. He looked at Lan Jue who was drinking: "Are you not hot?"

Lan Jue said: "It's not hot. I suffered from cold in my early years. I was a little afraid of chills, but I'm more resistant to heat than others."

Zhang Ping said: "Is it before the adults won the fame?"

Lan Jue turned the wine cup and looked at him with a smile: "Have you checked the family's assets of the headquarters?"

Zhang Ping said solemnly: "The students only checked Gu Qingzhang's related information."

Lan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at the wine in the cup and said slowly: "That's almost done. When I met him, it was the time when I was the most miserable."

Zhang Ping didn't say anything. Lan Jue drank two glasses of wine before looking at Zhang Ping again: "Why do you want to check him?"

Zhang Ping said: "The students actually want to check Gujiazhuang."

Lan Jue narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you think there is something wrong with Gu Qingzhang's background?"

Zhang Ping did not answer, but took out a silk parcel from his sleeve, Lan Jue took it, and saw the apricot leaves and apricot fruit embroidered on the silk parcel, and he couldn't help but feel a little upset.

He folded the silk palette and said, "Why do you want to check his relationship with Liu Zhihui?"

Zhang Ping said: "At the beginning, the students just thought it was strange. Gu Qingzhang and Gu Jiazhuang were all vaguely erased when Lord Liu presided over the compilation of county annals. The local annals compiled by Lord Liu were detailed everywhere, but here they were omitted. The students were very puzzled. Later, they found that Lord Liu and Gu Qingzhang were in the same subject, and Lord Lan and Gu Qingzhang were also. I asked someone who had met Gu Qingzhang in the county. This person is definitely not an ordinary person. Lord Lan and Lord Liu should know him..."

Lan Jue said: "Then you think there is something hidden in Lord Liu's approach, so you write a letter to ask the department. The reply letter makes you feel that the department is deliberately avoiding it, but you become suspicious."

Zhang Screen defaults.

The room was silent for a moment, and they were stalemate for about half a quarter of an hour before Lan Jue spoke again: "Gu Qingzhang and Liu Zhihui got to know each other after they met me. Why did they meet me not know me, but they shouldn't know each other before. After they met... they just talked about learning poetry day and night, and there was nothing unusual. Of course, even if there was an abnormality, I didn't know." He raised the wine cup to his lips and said lightly, "Because Gu Qingzhang and Liu Zhihui had a strong relationship, he stopped interacting with me."

Zhang Ping moved on the chair: "Student wanted to ask... how good was Gu Qingzhang's relationship with the adults before?"

Lan Jue raised his eyes from the wine glass, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Go in and out, eat and bed together."

Zhang Ping coughed lightly: "So... did Gu Qingzhang suddenly alienate himself from the adults... or..."

Lan Jue put the wine cup on the table: "It is reasonable for Gu Qingzhang to be alienated from me at that time. I was devoted to seeking fame and fame at that time. I was devoted to writing books as a dogma, and talking about articles as a test-taking standard. Lord Liu was not old-fashioned at that time. He talked about poetry and piano paintings, and was truly elegant. Gu Qingzhang and his interests were more in line with him. He was reluctant to interact with me that day, and I had many achievements, but he did not agree with it."

He said so indifferently, but the man's words were lingering in his ears.

"Pezhi Peizhi, you are going to throw the beautiful jade into the oil pan and cut the beautiful wood into a coffin board!"

Gu Qingzhang walked back and forth by the table, and the lights were swaying. He just pretended that he couldn't hear it and buried his head in practicing calligraphy.

Yesterday, in front of the temple, I met Mr. Sun, who was dressed in plain clothes to burn incense in the temple. Mr. Sun commented on his calligraphy page - Fu.

Mr. Sun is the main examination of this year's examination. He likes square little official script or small regular script, with simple brushwork and straight characters.

So he carried a stack of papers to practice hard, like a child who had just started practicing calligraphy.

Changing the character shape is more difficult than learning to write. He couldn't help but buckle his hand, so he smashed his wrist, and his wrist swollen into steamed buns, and his words were almost turned into two shadows when he saw them.

Gu Qingzhang finally took the pen from his hand, knocked over the oil lamp, and almost caught fire, and his sleeves were lit. Fortunately, he put a basin of cold water on his hand for the sake of ice, and extinguished the fire in time. Gu Qingzhang was not burned.

The fire was extinguished, and he stood in the dark room, with the paper on the table stuttering. He wanted to apologize, but heard Gu Qingzhang sigh softly.

He said: "Peach, you will definitely be on the list. There are thousands of people in the world. No one can cover everything and cater to it everywhere, but it will be more than worth the loss."

He couldn't see Gu Qingzhang's expression, but he could think of his eyes at this time.

Gu Qingzhang's eyes must have compassion. To be honest, Lan Jue doesn't like such eyes.

He uses any means to be on the list, because he knows that he can't afford to lose, and if he loses this time, he may not be able to survive until three years later.

So he was always unable to listen to Gu Qingzhang's advice, and Liu Zhihui was different from him.

Liu Zhihui was also poor, but he was so poor that he was innocent and upright, unlike when he was a criminal, he was born with blood flowing out of his own blood.

After getting to know Liu Zhihui, Gu Qingzhang talked less and less to him, and more to sigh.

Later, I didn't live in the same room, and sometimes I met once every two or three days.

Without Gu Qingzhang, no one of the examinees in the same subject had to deal with him. Looking back now, he was stubborn at that time, but he felt very uncomfortable. He had to gather people, and coming and going by himself proved his failure.

Lan Jue said slowly: "If you talk about something strange, it may be Shu Lin... Gu Qingzhang was about to take the imperial examination a month before his death. He suddenly told me that he might be in a lifetime soon."

Zhang Ping's eyes immediately became excited: "Oh?"

Lan Jue frowned slightly: "I had a while ago why I talked to him and met him on the street by chance."

It was not a coincidence. He was really short of money in those days, so he wrote a few more words and sent them to the calligraphy and painting shop for consignment. He happened to meet Gu Qingzhang and Liu Zhihui in the tea shed on the roadside. He had to say hello when they met, but who knew he met Wang Yan again.

When Lan Jue thinks of Wang Yan back then, he is a little amused and crying.

At that time, Prince Wang was a domineering man in the capital. Grandmaster Wang was still a general at that time, but he already held heavy troops and served as the Minister of War. Prince Wang rode a white famous Huzhong horse across the capital, with his sleeves passing by, and was full of domineering spirit.

One day, Mr. Wang led several followers to whistle by the temple gate where Lanjue set up a stall. Because the wind was a little too strong that day, Mr. Wang hung his big sleeves in the wind on Lanjue's stall, and flipped over the stall. Mr. Wang grabbed the reins, glanced at Lanjue and Gu Qingzhang from a high point, waved his head to the servant beside him, and the servant immediately threw out a large silver ingot: "My eldest son is rewarding you."

If Lan Jue encounters this today, he will definitely pick up the silver, blow up the soot, put on his sleeves, and act like a lucky fortune, making a fortune in his spare time, and go to have a good meal at night.

But at that time he was still young and stunned. He immediately picked up the silver and held it in his palm, added a copper plate, and said to the servant who had turned his horse's head with Wang Yan: "Stop, this is the money I will make up for your young master's clothes."

The servant turned his head, his eyes straightened, and his voice also went straight: "Where is the poverty and so ignorant!"
Chapter completed!