Luo Zhaoyun flowed to Daxing City by printing tens of thousands of volumes of poetry and essays, from wealthy nobles, old men of the previous dynasty, ladies of the nobles, to poor scholars, teahouses and restaurants, and geisha. They were all talking about Luo Cheng's collection of essays, which was expensive for a while!

If it weren't for the powerful operational ability of Jinyi Club, day and night, rush to print, and fuel the fire, it would not have spread so quickly.

The Imperial College, the Taixue, the prefectures and county schools were abolished during the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, but after Emperor Yang Guang ascended the throne, they were all restored, and the imperial examination system was promoted, the Mingjing and Jinshi were established, and the "test strategy" was used to select scholars. Although the number of admissions was limited, it also caused certain achievements to the aristocratic system at that time, breaking the monopoly, and giving some hope to the declining nobles and poor families.

Xue Zhiqing worked as a sacrificial sacrificial wine in the Imperial Academy. In the past few days, her mood has been ups and downs because she is moved and fascinated by many poems in Luo Cheng's collection. In the end, humanities and cultural relations are the most spiritual exchanges. Even if she is in a relationship with Cheng, she has no contact with her privately or even doesn't know much about it, but these poems are the best spiritual communication.

She suddenly felt that she understood Luo Cheng, such a strange man, living in the frontier, defending his country, determined to be passionate, not for hard work, and at the same time, she was also a knowledgeable man who read a lot of books and loves to read history, and was free and easy, passionate, and sincere. Whether it was the finishing touch of "no colorful phoenix flying wings, and a touch of understanding in the heart", or the unruly "I was born to be useful, and my wealth would be gone and I would come back again after all."

These comprehensive factors and the exuding of various true temperaments made Xue Zhiqing's heart a man's mark, making her admire and sad.

After all, Luo Cheng was in danger, and she felt sorry for him and hoped that he could turn bad luck into good luck.

No man has ever been engraved in her heart like this. He is tall, talented, and full of courage. It can be said that Xue Zhiqing fell in love with this perfect man a little.

Of course, this perfect man was not Luo Zhaoyun, but she imagined it in her heart. With her sentimental and talented aura, these poems and essays and Luo Zhaoyun's past deeds, combined together, giving her a vague impression and fantasize about becoming her own perfect hero.

This is like later generations, who fell in love with the person who made up his mind through some warm online care before meeting netizens, and in the end, they were often shocked.

In the capital, many talented men admire Xue Zhiqing, such as Yu Shinan, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Wen Yanbo, Hou Junsu, Sun Fujia, Zhang Lunzhi, Yang Zuan and other talented men in Xijing all expressed their love and admiration for their families on different occasions, but none of them could really impress her.

Now that Xue Zhiqing is in her twenties, she is moved by this collection of poems. She recalls the appearance of General Luo that day, and associates the heroic deeds of his battle battlefield. When they gather together, they finally break Xue Zhiqing's closed heart window.

However, she also understood that this was just a love for her literary and martial arts. To truly develop feelings, she needed to get along with her further, which was not wishful thinking.

In the Imperial Academy, I have recently started to talk about Luo Cheng's poems. If he really dies, these are the works that are the last ones and are even more precious.

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The heavy snow drifted, and soon covered the entire Daxing City with a layer of white snow, like silver.

The north wind was howling outside, and the cold was extremely cold, but the inside of the house was as warm as a walk, and the charcoal fire was intoxicated.

Luo Zhaoyun stood in front of the window frame, watching the snow outside, gradually pressing onto the branches, like blooming white crabapple flowers.

Xiao Yiyi, Ning Muhe and Shi Dana have not arrived from the northwest of Zhuo County yet. It is estimated that the snow road is difficult and it will take some time to hide.

"Qingshuang, go see a friend with me today."

"What friend?"

"Tuyuhun's friend!" Luo Zhaoyun thought of Murong Ziyan. When Daye was seven years old, he made an agreement with Ziyan to imprison their siblings for three years. Now it is nine years old and there is still one year left. In other words, before the winter begins next year, Suo Zhe will be sent away.

However, now Tuyuhun is in name only, Fu Yun is dead, and the Tuyuhun tribe is swallowed up and it is difficult to gather again. At this time, if Tuyuhun wants to rise again, a legitimate successor is needed. There is no doubt that Suozhe is in line with this identity.

Luo Zhaoyun has been thinking about the house for two years and decided to meet the sisters.

"You don't plan to go to Luogong Mansion and see your grandfather?"

"I have sent someone to send letters early to tell him not to worry about my safety. Now that Xijing is mixed, I should not come to the door, so the news will not leak."

"I understand." Qingshuang nodded, no longer persuaded her, and turned around and went back to find the straw raincoat, sable fur and oil paper umbrella that she wore.

After a while, Luo Zhaoyun and Qingshuang went out, walked out of Baoningfang, and went to Yong'anfang. They were three yards apart and several miles away.

Because the sky is snowy, the streets are deserted and desolate, lacking vitality.

Although it was just past noon, the sun was shrouded in dark clouds, and no sunlight was shining, and the vision was a little dim.

The two sat in the carriage, with wheels crushing the snow, creaking and arriving outside the house in Yong'anfang, before they got off the car.

Luo Zhaoyun was wearing a thick green robe and a straw hat, while Qingshuang was wearing a snow-white sable fur, walking in the wind and snow. Her graceful body was wrapped in the snow-white sable fur, revealing only a bright and beautiful face, and she held an oily umbrella in her hand.

A guard went to knock on the door, and when the door opened, a servant was exposed and asked how many people were doing.

"Our own!" The guard took out his waist sign and showed it to the servants. They all knew each other's marks, and they directly released them and entered.

"We meet Miss A Zi here."

"This, without the instructions from the superior, no one can visit her. This is an order strictly assigned by the organization."

Luo Zhaoyun took out his token and asked, "You can have it!"

After reading it, the clerk was shocked and naturally knew that this was a waist-high-level brand that only high-level players in the organization had, so he immediately agreed.

He led Luo Zhaoyun and Qingshuang into the second yard, where some sword guards appeared here to guard the place, with strict defense and no mistakes were allowed.

When Luo Zhaoyun walked to the second entrance to the yard, he heard a loud reading sound from the house.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the water, the mirror and the hall are sad and white, the morning is like blue hair and the evening is like snow, life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty..."

The person who is studying is a child with a little delicate voice. Suo Zhe is already eight years old. After two years of living under the Central Plains, his mind has grown rapidly. Under Murong Ziyan's careful teaching, he learned a lot of the Analects of Confucius, poetry, songs, and essays in two years, and understood some literary and historical allusions of the Central Plains. His knowledge has increased a lot compared to when he was six years old.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, today came, he actually heard Suo Zhe reciting his newly-run collection of poems and essays.

At this time, Suo Zhe was halfway through, and suddenly asked a question: "Sister, do you think that Luo Cheng bad guy is really dead?"

Another beautiful voice said: "It is said that there is so much danger. Unfortunately, a generation of young generals will inevitably wrap their bodies in the horse's hair."

"Oh, it's great. Our revenge is avenged, so he won't bully us again, this big bad guy!" Suo Zhe clapped happily.
Chapter completed!