The village school is by the water, there is a branch of plum blossom in the ancient stream, people are beside the tree at the foot of the rain clouds, the sound of the water is the sound of the mountains, and the plum blossoms are blooming, vying to see you.

There are thousands of green bamboo poles in the mountains. When night falls, the scenery will be different again, with flowing water and bright moonlight melting into a stream of snow.

Under the eaves of the school, Yu Mian gave him a blessing. Yu Yu didn't show any signs of getting out of his way. He obediently clasped fists with the young official and saluted him. His voice was as loud as a mosquito or a fly, and he followed His Majesty the Emperor and called him Mr. Cheng.

Chen Pingan nodded to them, then clasped his hands with his two colleagues and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Feng, you have made these two seniors laugh. I, a junior, teach in the Meng College. I, a junior, have something inappropriate, so I hope you will give me some advice."

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There were outsiders present, and they stretched out their hands to avoid hitting the smiling person. The two masters nodded with a straight face. After listening to the lecture for half an hour, the traces were indeed the same as before. They were young but had a loud tone. Ha, a

Teachers who have never studied in the county dare to boast about their achievements and show off their articles? In order to attract Meng children to earn more money, they are full of cunning and deceitful, and they also deserve to be upright and upright? It seems that in order to be able to be among this group of outsiders

I really go all out to try to make a good impression in front of me, and I don’t even have any shame.

Pei Tong, the governor of Yunzhou, and Chu Liang, the general of Yunzhou, each bowed silently and neither of them hurriedly announced their identities. The two feudal officials had their own thoughts. What Pei Tong thought in his mind was that the man in front of him was the close disciple of the Wen Sheng.

, the junior disciple of the national teacher Cui Han and Mr. Qi of Shanya Academy? But the military commander Chu Liang was thinking that the gentle and elegant teacher in front of him, wearing a blue shirt and long coat and cloth shoes, was really the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall. The latest engraved "Ping"

"The writer?"

Zhao Yao found that the guy glanced sideways at him, half-smiling but not smiling. Zhao Yao was a little helpless. You can talk to everyone easily, but you have nothing to do with me. Are you so vindictive? In the capital city of Dali, didn't he just make a harmless joke?

Really? Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him go, Zhao Shilang had no choice but to bite the bullet and call out "junior uncle" softly. Seeing that Chen Ping'an had a look of relief on his face that said "the elders in the family have seen a promising young man", Zhao Yao sighed.

Your tone is that you are senior, so please bear with me.

During the quarter-hour break after class, the Meng children felt a little restrained because such a large group of outsiders came and they all seemed to have money. The children were not as noisy as usual. They were timid and did not dare to leave the school and sit down.

There, they pretended to flip through the books while looking at the fresh scenery outside the window. The boys paid more attention to the scar between Chu Liang's neck, while the girls secretly observed the clothes of the two women.

Chen Pingan led everyone to sit down in the lobby of his residence. An old Eight Immortals table was bought with money from the villagers, and asked Zhao to cook tea under the tree to entertain guests. After Chen Pingan introduced the identity of this disciple to Song He,

He said slightly apologetically: "You guys came a little early, and it's not yet time to pick the Mingqian tea. These are last year's Grain Rain tea, so we can make do with it."

Both his wife Han Wei and his son Feng Yuanting were reluctant to leave too early. When they heard Chen Ji's initiative, they agreed and entered the simple hall together. The side room with the closed door at hand was probably Chen Ji's living room and study room.

Ning Ji didn't dare to disturb his husband's hospitality, and just stood by the stone sundial in the sunbathing field.

Of the two disciples, Zhao Shuxia was a bit like the kind of disciple who would do his job and accompany him when he had something to do. Ning Ji, on the other hand, was a serious and diligent student who had recently joined a village school and was no different from a Mengtong.

Chen Pingan waved to Ning Ji, and Ning Ji trotted into the room. Chen Pingan said with a smile, he is the student I just accepted, Ning Ning, Jixiang Jixiang, it is a good name.

Ning Ji frowned and bowed to everyone.

Everyone in the room paid more attention to the dark-skinned young man named Ningji.

Only Zhao Yao took a few more glances at Zhao Shuxia, who was taciturn but did not give off the impression of being lonely.

Because there were two teachers from the neighboring village, the host and guest did not talk much about business. After Chen Pingan drank a bowl of tea, he apologized and had to continue going to class. He took Ning Ji out of the house and asked Zhao Shuxia to stay.

Chat with the guests next time.

After Chen Pingan left, Song He took the initiative to ask the two old masters about the school situation in Wuxi Village.

On the side of their colleague Chen Ji, the two old men would still put on airs, but on the side of this group of strangers who couldn't figure out the details, the two ladies were not so casual, especially the man named Song who was vaguely leader.

, he seemed to have a few kilograms of official air on him, so the questions and answers were as if he was being asked about his homework by his teacher. Yu Mian tugged at the corner of His Majesty's clothes under the table, and Song He stopped talking and turned to ask questions.

Gossip about the farming season and local customs.

After the village school ended today, the two old masters had resigned and were far away from the school. Feng Yuanting pulled the collar of his Confucian shirt, exhaled, and tentatively said, "That man named Song is not a man who works in the county government."

Is he a high-ranking official? Han Wei pretended to be calm and smiled, then looked back in the direction of the school. It was difficult to say how big an official he would be, but one thing was certain. This person must be a son of a noble family from the north. Feng Yuanting couldn't bear it.

I was curious as to how these descendants of a wealthy family knew Chen Ji. Han Mei thought for a moment and said that maybe that person was a nobleman from Chen Ji. Feng Yuanting said dullly, "What a good boy, you are really lucky."

Chen Pingan was the host, so he naturally sat at the main seat facing the door. Song and Yu Mian sat on a bench, opposite Pei Tong, Chu Liang and Yu Yu.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji sat opposite their respective masters. Zhao Shilang, who was of the same generation as them, sat next to Zhao Shuxia and relatively close to Yu Yu on the other side of the table.

After exchanging a few words, when it was time to eat, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Are you used to home-cooked food? In the mountains and wilds, hard work all year round, it is inevitably spicy and salty. I also have similar tastes, so it doesn't matter.

Wherever you go, do as the Romans do.”

If you can't get used to it, there's nothing you can do. Chen Ping'an, who is just an ordinary man here, has no intention of making an exception for this group of people and moving to Luopo Mountain to entertain guests.

When Song He heard this, he immediately looked at the queen on the side. She nodded with a smile, and then Song He said: "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with us."

Chen Ping'an stood up and said, "Then I will cook myself and cook a few side dishes. I may not be good at cooking, so please forgive me."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yao felt relieved.

Chu Liang was a rough guy and didn't think anything was wrong. But Pei Tong was a very attentive person and noticed that Chen Ping'an seemed to have changed his aura. There was no such cold air as if the two parties were doing business in a business-like manner and seeing off the guests after speaking.

Without waiting long, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji, who were helping out, brought the dishes to the table. It was difficult to say that they were all delicious and tasty. Some of the dishes of seasonal vegetables looked bland.

Chen Ping'an took off his apron in the kitchen, and Ning Ji brought two kinds of wine, local roasted wine and glutinous rice wine. Yu Yu carefully looked at the face of the young official, and she said against her conscience that she would just drink some glutinous rice wine.

Chen Pingan picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "It's all up to you. I'll do one first."

Song He also drank a bowl of clay pot, but he choked and his face turned red. He quickly turned his head and covered his mouth. Pei Tong and Chu Liang wanted to say something, but they held back.

For some reason, when they arrived at the school and met the teacher, they seemed to...have left the land and officialdom of Dali.

Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He took the lead in picking up chopsticks and urged everyone to eat.

Song He first explained why he came here, so that the river god Gao Niang and Yu Huiting could "choose vegetables" out, so that Chen Pingan would not misunderstand them.

Chen Ping'an smiled, listened patiently, and nodded occasionally.

Song He hesitated for a moment, then got straight to the point and said: "Mr. Chen, I took the liberty to come here this time, and I still want to give you some advice. I hope that Mr. Chen can reconsider what happened at the wedding banquet in the capital last time."

Chen Ping'an picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, chewed it carefully, nodded and said, "I will think about it carefully from today on."

Song He was full of surprise. He was prepared to be rejected today. He never thought that he could have a meal of Mr. Chen's home-cooked food and drink at the same table. He didn't even reject his proposal directly. You know that last time Chen Ping'an brought

When a "stranger" entered the palace, strange phenomena occurred, and the Dali Qin Tianjian was very frightened. Both Song and He mistakenly thought that Chen Ping'an and the Dali Song family had completely broken up, so that during this period,

Queen Mother Nanhan, who seems to be a little guilty, is too polite to herself or her daughter-in-law Yu Mian... to be the mother-in-law who is still the head of the family.

After a pause, Chen Pingan continued: "The reason why I hesitated before is that I have to put aside some personal grudges and old accounts and have to settle them first. In addition, it is mainly because Senior Brother Cui once said some harsh words to me in person, and he said them very directly.

, these are just a few words that are offensive, to the effect that I am not suitable to be the national preceptor of Dali at all, because he thinks that I am a self-contained layman who cares about the temples of the two countries and is fighting on the battlefield.

"Xinxin", I have no right to talk about opening up the situation or creating a new atmosphere. I also said that the reason why I was lucky enough to achieve a small success on the Great Wall of Sword Qi was because I took advantage of the situation with the boss Jianxian and attributed it to the arrangement of troops in the entire summer palace.

Setting up the formation, so my role in the Great Wall of Sword Qi is just the icing on the cake, not a timely help. If he were to do the same thing in the same position, then my position in the summer palace, that is, the role of so-and-so, would indeed be there.

It’s better, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, in short it has nothing to do with the overall situation.”

As soon as these words were thrown out by Chen Pingan, maybe Chen Pingan was paraphrasing Cui Chan's words, or maybe it was because the weight of the words "Great Wall of Sword Qi" and "Summer Palace" weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Therefore, whether it was Emperor Song He, Pei Tong, or Chu Liang, a feudal official with the title of hunting envoy who aspired to the Shangzhu Kingdom, they all subconsciously held their breath and concentrated, straightening their backs.

Chen Ping'an smiled to himself and said: "That's the truth, but I think it's okay to keep my business. It's not too bad to be entrusted by others and honor the promise."

There are no stupid people here today, except for the young man Ning Ji who is inexperienced in worldly affairs. They all know very well that Chen Pingan's words are actually referring to the words behind his senior brother Cui Chan's words.

As a senior brother, if you say that you are not helpful, then it is not helpful. Don't make some achievements and be stubborn with me. It's just that this is private talk between senior brothers behind closed doors. It's just a matter of fact, but you are me after all.

My little junior brother, if anything happens in the future, you still have to take the lead.

Saying that you are not good is still worth a few words from me, Cui Han, and others are not good either. Those in the Great Li Dynasty who think they are good, and those who think they are not good, are actually not good.

Therefore, the last time Chen Ping'an went to Dali Capital, in addition to solving the problem of the fragments of the natal porcelain, he also wanted to see with his own eyes whether Senior Brother Cui had arranged for a candidate to be the next National Preceptor, such as Zhao Yao.

During a meal of wine and dinner, it was the Queen Yu Mian who took the initiative to clear away the dishes, and Yu Yu who felt that she had to show off to the young hermit official.

After getting down from the dinner table, Chen Pingan invited the emperor, the two local ministers in charge of the military and political affairs of the state, and of course Zhao Yao, his nephew, to sit together in his study to drink tea and chat.

After a chat, I found out that the grandfather and father of the governor, Pei Tong, originally came from the old Cliff Academy in the capital where Qi Jingchun served as the mountain chief. Of course, it has now been changed to the Chunshan Academy sponsored by the government.

Seeing his colleague Governor Pei chatting and laughing with the young hidden official, Chu Liang became a little anxious. After thinking about it, he found that there was really nothing that could be compared to Chen Ping'an.

Yu Mian stood at the door of the side room, bent his fingers, and knocked gently.

Chen Pingan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, turned his head and shouted with a smile: "Yu Yu, bring in a bench."

Chen Pingan crossed his legs and hugged his knees with his hands. As he spoke, his feet had already landed on the ground.

There were only two seats in the room for officials aged in their early 40s, so Chen Pingan and His Majesty the Emperor simply gave them to Pei Tong and Chu Liang, who sat on the edge of the bed.

Chu Liang wanted to give up his seat to the Empress and Yu Yu, but Pei Tongong looked at him and stopped him. He said, "Who should sit on the chair that warms your butt? How unbecoming!"

Yu Yu moved a bench next to the Eight Immortals table into the house and sat side by side with the Queen.

Song He, who guessed what he was thinking, shook his head and signaled to Yu Mian that the matter could be postponed.

It was rare for the Queen to insist on her own opinion so firmly, with firm eyes. Song He sighed softly and had no choice but to nod.

Yu Mian said: "I have something to do. I have to apologize to Mr. Chen and ask him for help."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter."

Yu Mian took out the bracelet made of spiritual beads from his sleeve. Yu Yu quickly took it into his hand, stood up and handed it to Lord Yin Guan.

Chen Ping'an took the bracelet and said: "Several of them were indeed restricted by Xiao Mo's sword skills. I will ask him to remove the restrictions later, and then let Mr. Wei Shan help return the objects to their owners."

Yu Mian breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Mr. Chen.

Song He was even more relieved.

That confused account, Mr. Chen's so-called old account, can it be cleared up? Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. There are many things that it is really difficult for an upright official to resolve family affairs. Even if he is a nine-five-year-old man, it is difficult for him to do so.
To be continued...