Zhaoyi Palace.

"Qing'er, which piece of clothing do you think I will look better on?"

Wu Meiniang picked up a sky blue fringed dress and a jade white dress and looked at Qing'er.

Qing'er held her cheeks, tilted her little head, and said seriously: "Which one does your Majesty wear, will she look good?"

"When did your mouth become sweet?" Wu Meiniang scolded with a smile: "You must have learned it from Xiao Zhaozi."

"Mother, what do you think Qing'er will look good on?"

Qing'er took out a cyan long skirt and a cyan long skirt from her closet.

"They all look good. Xiao Zhaozi will definitely like them."

Wu Meiniang teased her deliberately, which made Qing'er blush.

Seeing this, Wu Meiniang knew that her guess was right. These two people usually like to fight, and their relationship is not simple.

"Qing'er, do you want to have sex with Xiao Zhaozi?"

Qing'er's face turned even redder, "Madam, Madam, you are talking nonsense, I don't have any!"

"No, how about I arrange for other palace maids to have dinner with Xiao Zhaozi?"

"No!" Qing'er said subconsciously, but immediately realized that she had made a mistake, "I'm sorry, my dear, I don't disagree with your order..."

Wu Meiniang laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, "I won't blame you, I'm just thinking about a question. If Xiao Zhaozi is a real man, he must be very popular with women."

Only then did Qing'er regain her composure, "Your Majesty is right, that guy has a smooth tone and is good-looking. My Majesty has never mentioned any eunuchs, but she loves Xiao Zhaozi very much, and she mentions it every day...

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Qing'er was still talking carelessly, but Wu Meiniang had already turned away.

Qing'er didn't know that a blush flashed across Wu Meiniang's beautiful face at this moment. It seemed that Qing'er's words also spoke to her heart...

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at the same time.

Zhaoyi Palace is ten feet away.

Zhao Wujiang kept walking, he was on his way to the Secretary's Department.

Today, he is going to receive his official uniform.

The whole box of fireworks has been placed in his residence, waiting to be used at night.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the Secretariat.

As one of the book collection institutions of the Tang Dynasty, the Secretariat Department stored a vast number of books.

As soon as he stepped into the attic where the secretarial department was located, he smelled the faint smell of ink and paper.

There are not many people in the Secretary's Province, but there are guards patrolling around the entire Secretary's Province.

Zhao Wujiang stepped up the stairs and found that there was no one there.

"It shouldn't be, where are the people?"

Suddenly, he heard a roar, some distance away from him.

Zhao Wujiang ran following the sound, turning around and slowly approaching the source of the sound.

Turning another corner, he saw a crowd of people surrounding the door of a library, and some people were talking constantly.

The roars and quarrels came from the library.

Zhao Wujiang squeezed into the crowd and saw the object of the quarrel.

The most eye-catching thing is a middle-aged scholar-looking man with mixed black and white hair, sitting on a chair, with a man dressed as an old servant standing behind him.

This middle-aged scholar, with gray eyebrows slanting into his temples and a stern face, was arguing with six men.

One man's tongue is at war with the Confucians.

When the argument reached a critical point, the middle-aged scholar roared loudly, and his whole body was filled with aura of awe.

"Even if he is the emperor, he must follow this rule!"

Zhao Wujiang felt a little surprised when he looked at the people who were so noisy that they were spitting.

In his impression, as the secretary of the national library organization, the years should be long and the life should be peaceful.

It is equivalent to the library in the previous life.

Is there any point in shouting loudly in the library?

"Brother, who is that scholar?"

Zhao Wujiang pointed to the scholar who was chatting with many people, and asked the school secretary who was watching a play on the side.

"He is Wang Yifang."

"Who is Wang Yifang?"

"You don't even know Wang Yifang?"

The school secretary felt a little incredible that there were still people in the secretarial department who didn't know Wang Yifang. He looked at Zhao Wujiang and realized that Zhao Wujiang was unfamiliar.

"You know Supervisor Wei, right?"

Supervisor Wei was Wei Zheng. He had worked as a secretary superintendent in the Secretariat Department before. Zhao Wujiang nodded.

"This Wang Yifang is the niece-in-law of Wei Jian. He was demoted for admonishing him before. He just returned to Chang'an not long ago."

"I've been wandering around here in the Secretary's Office all day long, and now I've gotten into a quarrel with the secretary."

The school secretary had a playful expression on his face and pursed his lips towards the people who were still arguing.

"Brother, do you know what they were arguing about?"

"Hey, it's just a little thing.

Wang Yifang believed that Qi Julang's records of the emperor's daily life were biased, and he could not write all good things just because he was the emperor.

Qi Julang thought that Wang Yifang was not from the Ministry of Secretaries and was simply meddling in other people's business, so the two quarreled.

But how could Mr. Li be more noisy than Wang Yifang? Wang Yifang was, after all, a person that the Wei prisoner valued at that time.

The living man can't figure out what to do, just call someone.

No, he called all the secretaries and another assistant to help out!"

After listening to the school secretary's explanation, Zhao Wujiang roughly understood the cause of the incident.

The result soon appeared in front of him, and the two living men and four secretaries were defeated one after another.

I saw scholar Wang Yifang sitting upright on his chair, sweating profusely and with disdain on his face, looking at everyone and saying:

"We scholars should have integrity!"

He stood up, patted his long shirt that had turned white from starch, held his head high and walked away with a victor's attitude, and continued to dive into the sea of ​​books.

He was an interesting old scholar, with a bit of a scholar's sour Confucianism and aloofness. Zhao Wujiang admired Wang Yifang a little.

Everyone dispersed, those who should go home went home, those who should work went to work.

Zhao Wujiang stopped the secretary who had just answered the question for him and asked, "Brother, do you know where the secretary can get his official uniform?"

"Huh? Why do you, a little eunuch, ask this?"

The school secretary looked at Zhao Wujiang in eunuch uniform and felt confused.
Chapter completed!