On Anxi Street, Chen Ji took off his bamboo hat and ran wildly. He passed by the Taiping Medical Center but did not go in. Instead, he kept his head down and continued on his way.

He stood in front of a small library and looked up at the plaque of "Zhixing Academy". The sound of reading came from the room, ""Poetry" says: The country is thousands of miles away, but only the people can stop it..."

Chen Ji straightened his clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped across the threshold.

When I walked to the backyard, I saw a middle-aged man in a blue Confucian shirt holding a scripture and making loud noises as he walked.

He must be a royal sage without a doubt.

In the courtyard, Chen Wenzong, Chen Wenxiao, Zhang Xia, the Crown Prince, and Princess Baili were kneeling on the straw mat. Princess Baili turned around and saw Chen Ji coming, her expression immediately changed and she winked at him.

At this time, Wang Daosheng raised his eyes to look at Chen Ji, put down the scripture in his hand, and asked calmly: "Are you Chen Ji?"

Chen Ji hummed: "I'm sorry, sir, I have something important to deal with, so I'm late."

"How important is it?"

"Sorry sir, I can't say."

Wang Daosheng waved the scroll calmly: "Go and stand facing the wall in the front hall."

"good."

Chen Ji walked back to the front hall, faced the wall, smelled the bookish atmosphere in the room, and felt tiredness creeping into his mind.

After two days and two nights, even the body of an official could not bear it anymore.

At some point, he listened to the sound of reading in the yard, pressed his head against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!