The next day, Concubine Zhao asked Biqing to send many books to Zhao Junhan.
When Concubine Zhao was still a scholar, she was Xu Caieren.
Later, when Emperor Yuan's love for her reached its peak, she was given the surname Zhao, so she no longer had to avoid the taboo of royal names.
Concubine Zhao has always been restless.
In terms of mental skills, no one in the harem can match her.
She has been in the palace for several years and has experienced ups and downs but has never failed.
Even a suspicious old fox like Emperor Yuan has no regard for her.
Had doubts.
She likes Zhao Junhan, but she just likes his peerless face and young body.
It's okay to think about it occasionally, so she specially stuffed some erotic pictures in those books.
Zhao Junhan took the book from the cold palace.
It was impossible for him to let Concubine Zhao discover his relationship with He Ling.
Once his weakness was discovered, he would have no choice but to let others manipulate it.
Zhao Junhan received the book, thanked him politely, and then went back.
Bi Qing was not surprised when she saw the injury on his forehead.
She thought that what happened yesterday had spread throughout the palace, and the only one who didn't know about it now was the emperor sitting in a high position.
When Zhao Junhan came out just now, the person sleeping on the bed was not awake yet.
He couldn't help but speed up his pace back, holding a bag of books in his arms.
He was careful along the way and did not let anyone notice him.
He Ling had already gotten up.
She sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her face motionlessly.
She was not as sad as yesterday, and seemed to have recovered.
She looked up and asked, "Back."
Zhao Junhan put the books on the table, his thin body stood behind her, his brows gradually furrowed, "You" he was not good at comforting people, he hesitated for a while, and then said dryly: "Have you eaten yet?"
He Ling was stunned and nodded, "Is it possible that you are hungry?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
He Ling turned around and started to look at herself in the mirror again.
The wounds were scabbed and the scars were twisted like insects.
Zhao Junhan stepped forward and moved the bronze mirror away, saying in a low voice, "Don't look at it."
He Ling lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, then I won't read it."
Zhao Junhan had studied before the death of his mother-in-law, but that was a long time ago.
He knew a lot of words, even when he was still living a mediocre life, he also learned a lot of words.
He was reviewing books and practicing calligraphy.
He also has a photographic memory in this area.
Zhao Junhan stood in front of the simple desk.
There was still a small breeze leaking from the window, which made him feel a little cold.
He flipped through the books at random.
They were probably just a few books by saints and sages.
He picked out a few books at random.
Instead, he found some rolled scrolls and slowly opened them.
After seeing clearly what was on them, he coughed lightly and immediately put the scrolls away.
Subconsciously, he wanted to throw the scroll away, but he retracted his half-stretched hand and hid the scroll at the bottom.
Putting down the pen and paper, he suppressed the blood rushing in his heart, quietly calmed down, and began to practice calligraphy without changing his expression.
Zhao Junhan had never paid attention to the high-sounding arguments in the credential, and would never agree with them.
However, he has long memorized the methods of governing a country and a family in ancient books.
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After all, he will still use them in the future.
Zhao Junhan's handwriting was ugly, crooked and unsightly.
From the time he started writing until he finished writing, he kept frowning and never relaxed.
This word is really not pretty to write.
Not to mention the brush strokes, there is not even a formal shape.
Zhao Junhan had not held a pen for many years.
During that time when he had problems with food and clothing, how could he have the energy to practice calligraphy.
He sighed and was about to crumple the paper into a ball and throw it away.
At this moment, He Ling appeared behind him with a smile, his tone was cheerful, but there was no mockery in his smile.
She asked: "This is what you wrote."
Zhao Junhan blocked it with his body, inexplicably because he didn't want her to see what he was writing.
He turned his face away without saying a word, and his ears slowly turned red.
He Ling's laughter became louder and she patted him on the shoulder, "Your handwriting is not very good."
He covered his mouth and pretended to cough twice, then muttered: "I know."
He Ling's small hands covered his big palms, she stopped laughing, and her soft voice fell in his ears, "Your posture when holding the pen is wrong, I'll teach you."
What she said was clear and logical.
Zhao Junhan glanced sideways, "You know how to read?"
He Ling En said, "My father taught me when I was a child.
When I grew up, my uncle also invited my husband to come to the house to teach my cousin how to read, so I followed him and studied for two years."
Zhao Junhan looked at her chattering little mouth, and was momentarily absent-minded.
He thought that before entering the palace, she must have been living a good life.
She taught him stroke by stroke how to write and how to seal the end.
It must be said that He Ling could write very well.
Zhao Junhan's nose was filled with the unique smell of her body.
He was in a trance for a while.
He suddenly remembered the lingering scene in the erotic painting that he had just hurriedly scanned.
Two touches of red appeared on his pale face.
He looked away and refused to let go.
Think more by yourself and concentrate on holding the pen and practicing calligraphy.
He Ling tilted her head and watched him practice calligraphy without saying a word.
She was very surprised by his understanding.
Not to mention how beautiful the handwriting he wrote now was, but it was not a bit better than before.
Zhao Junhan kept her surprise in his eyes and smiled secretly.
It was written out of unfamiliarity before, so naturally it wouldn't be much better, but this time it was different.
The two stayed in the house all day.
Zhao Junhan read and practiced calligraphy, while He Ling watched him, occasionally sewing a few pairs of socks with needle and thread.
He and Ling Conghui had long felt that Zhao Junhan was different.
He had been appearing and disappearing in the past two days, as if he was always scheming something.
No matter how unbearable the man in front of him is, no matter how downcast he is now, the blood of the royal family is flowing in his body.
"Why were you there yesterday?"
She finally asked.
Zhao Junhan put down the pen in his hand and thought for a moment before saying, "I have taken refuge in Concubine Zhao."
He Ling lowered his eyes and said with a long "Oh" after a long pause, "Then when will you leave."
This place is too small to accommodate him.
"Waiting for the spring hunting, it will take about a month."
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His voice was light, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
He Ling thought that he should be happy.
Concubine Zhao was a great supporter.
She was the only one favored by the saint and had no children.
If Concubine Zhao puts everything on Zhao Junhan, then he will definitely get the best that Concubine Zhao can give him.
It turns out that flying up the branches happened overnight.
Spring hunting means that spring is coming, and the examination will be held in early spring in March.
With her brother's talent, it is not a problem to become a Jinshi.
After passing the examination, there will be the palace examination, and she can finally see her brother.
She only hopes that her brother will get a good ranking, but she is also worried that her brother will feel distressed again when he sees her face like this.
When she entered the palace, her brother originally disagreed, but now he was even more annoyed.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
At worst, she could just wear a veil or apply makeup to cover it up.
Wang Quan's release made the officials dissatisfied, and there was no stopping the collection of excerpts about him.
Of course, Song Duan deliberately indulged in this.
Memorials usually passed through his hands, and he did not stop some of them and allowed them to appear in front of Emperor Yuan.
Emperor Yuan was so annoyed by these ministers that he was punished and scolded.
However, these old stubborns refused to give in this time.
Emperor Yuan felt strange.
Why didn't he find these officials to be so tough on weekdays?
Song Duan won two yuan in a row at a young age, and his intelligence was outstanding.
If he planned on someone, he would have planned it from beginning to end.
Those babies at the beginning were not found randomly.
All of them were male babies from aristocratic families.
Some of them were actually the legitimate sons of the first grandson.
Can you not make people angry?
They will not give up easily, not to mention that it is time to take revenge after being angry with Wang Quan all these years.
Such a good opportunity cannot be let go.
Moreover, they are really sad in their hearts.
They should be held in high esteem by the family.
The character died tragically at the hands of the eunuch in the inner palace.
Emperor Yuan was so worried that he had to send Wang Quan out of the palace in a hurry.
His position as supervisor of the army was also removed, and he was directly allowed to join the army.
If he lost the battle, he was not allowed to come back.
On the surface, Emperor Yuan punished Wang Quan, but in fact he was still reluctant to let him die. , after all, it takes time and effort to train the next Wang Quan.
The most important thing in power is balance.
Emperor Yuan still didn't trust Song Duan enough.
If not, he would have given him the position of Admiral of Dongchang.
Emperor Yuan was dissolute and immoral, but he still had a firm grip on power.
He personally promoted Jinyiwei and the East and West factories.
If he really saw signs of rebellion, he would immediately take back his power.
The chamberlains have no military power.
They can exert power over the government, but they cannot overthrow the country.
There is no need for Jin Yiwei to be on guard.
A group of people who can only stay in the dark should have nothing to fear.
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Emperor Yuan only worried about the feudal kings and generals.
In the early morning of the day, Emperor Yuan announced to Song Duan that he would not be able to clarify some of his words, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand.
Emperor Yuan looked at Song Duan, and it was undeniable that he was re-employed not only because of his ruthlessness, but also because of his good-looking appearance, which was pleasing to the eye.
Song Duan doesn't seem to have changed much after more than ten years, but he is already old.
Song Duan knelt on the ground and said nothing, just waiting for the person on the high seat to speak.
The incense that measured the time was almost burned out, and Emperor Yuan said calmly: "Song Duan, I know you want Wang Quan to die." gd1806102: