Chapter 72 Nine

Coming out of Qianqing Palace, Lao Jiu pondered slightly, and then asked: "Brother, Huang Ama ordered us to assist third brother in compiling the book, where do you think we should start?" Before I could answer, the old ten had already interjected: "What did you say to help compile the book, but let us help find people, just pick from the juren." "Old Ten, if it's really that simple, why do we need to do it?" Lao Jiu interrupted him, "Third Brother already has a lot of Hanlin Bachelors, if they can't do something, we must find more. Learned men of letters. The question is where do we start."

I smiled slightly, "If you talk about literati, there is one ready in my house." Lao Jiu's eyes lit up, "Brother is talking about He Zhuo? I didn't expect it just now. He is a talent, not knowledgeable, and he should not be underestimated just because of his status among Jiangnan literati." He pondered for a while, " But with him alone, no matter how powerful he is, he probably won't be able to meet our needs." "Did Brother Nine forget that there is another person in the court?" Old Ten smiled triumphantly, "Speaking of influence, he is definitely no less than He Zhuo."

Lao Jiu glanced at me, and said in his mouth, "Master Zhang..." I naturally understand the meaning of his look. I have already offended Zhang Zhibi by responding to Lao Jiu’s proposal to take concubines. At this moment, even if he is acting under the emperor’s order, whether he will assist with all his heart is beyond our control. I lowered my eyes to hide my fluctuating emotions, and my voice was still calm: "I have always admired Mr. Zhang's talents and learning, so let's choose a day to pay a visit to the house." "Brother?" Lao Jiu was surprised.

I smiled lightly, "There are three ways to be unfilial, the greatest thing is to have no offspring. I have no children so far, and I feel ashamed of Huang Ama and Erniang. Thinking about it, it's time to take a concubine." The silvery white moonlight poured into the room through the open windows, and sprinkled on the paintings on the tabletop. I stand upright at the desk.From the surprised eyes of Lao Jiu and Lao Shi during the day, I can guess their thoughts. They never thought that I would agree to take a concubine, but what they didn't expect was that I agreed, not for the convenience of business, but for this painting.

"Hmph, if you miss her, you should come here a long time ago. Don't wait for someone else's Fujin to take a portrait to see things and think about others." In the painting, the girl is smiling while picking up plum blossoms. Her face is delicate and her smile is graceful. Apart from the childishness remaining between her brows, she is somewhat similar to another person.It is precisely because of this similarity that she is mercilessly attacking her. The girl's face in the portrait gradually blurred, while the other pale face and painful eyes became more and more clear.

Xiaowei... When the name came out of my mouth without hesitation for the first time a few nights ago, I was also surprised. The image of Shisan still calling Mingwei’s name when he was seriously injured and unconscious during winter hunting flashed again. , and then replaced by loss and self-deprecation. So what if he has the same name as Thirteen?I'm not thirteen, no one would give up their lives to protect me. At that moment, Mingwei lost the flexibility and strength I used to see in her bones, only the fragility that seemed to break at the touch of a touch remained.However, is this fragility due to her pain, or the person who was holding her at that time?

At that moment, the behavior of the fourth child had already exceeded the rules, but he didn't care. At that time, he probably didn't care about anything.What he cared about was only Mingwei's injury, and only the turbulent undercurrent when Mingwei was entangled with his eyes. At that moment, Lao Jiu moved, I knew he was going to do something to Lao Si and Mingwei, but I interrupted him with a question to Mingwei.Naturally, I have reasons for not wanting to do anything at this moment, but the sarcastic eyes of Lao Jiu behind me still make me feel a little guilty. That moment passed quickly.The mist dissipated from Mingwei's eyes, and she regained her senses.

I watched Mingwei put on a mask-like smile lightly, and my heart sank. I am not the fourth child, no one will treat me with my true colors. I watched indifferently as the fourth son's wife Fujin was covering up for him. The fourth child is lucky to marry a good wife. And me? Looking up at the person on the steps, he was familiar yet unfamiliar. The guests were gone, and before I could speak, she had already thrown the painting in front of me, as well as the sarcasm. But she didn't know that this was not Mingwei, but the concubine Lao Jiu and the others persuaded me to take. The picture scroll unfolded slowly, and there was a line of small characters in the lower left corner - Zhang Zhibi's daughter.