Chapter 46: Playboy

Chapter 46 Playboy

buzz—

The sachet kept vibrating, beating the jade pendant next to it,

Cheng Juxiu's expression changed slightly, he took off the sachet, and took out a rectangular hollow copper piece from it.

"What's wrong?"

Ding Jingshan's expression finally became serious, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Professor Gongyang is calling me. Although I don't know what happened, but judging by the frequency, the situation is probably urgent."

Cheng Juxiu took a deep breath, "I want to go there."

"I am coming too"

Ding Jingshan was interrupted by Cheng Juxiu as soon as he opened his mouth, "Forget it, you still have to work in the secretary department. I don't know how long you will be this time."

"I'll go with you."

Han Qingyun stood up from the slump, and said lightly to Cheng Juxiu: "Your flying sword is too slow."

After finishing speaking, she pulled out two iron bars from between her hair, and flicked on the iron bars twice with her nails.

The iron bars immediately spread out and turned into two broad iron swords in an instant, suspended one meter above the river surface.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister."

Cheng Juxiu cupped his hands gratefully, turned around and said to Li Ang: "Risheng, I want to go out for a while, you follow the team and live in the post house first, someone will come to pick you up tomorrow.

If there is anything, you can go find it.”

"Find me."

Ding Jingshan said: "I do some clerical work in the Secretary's Department during the day and go home at night. Go to the Secretary's Department or Ding's Mansion in Yiningfang, find the porter, and just report my name."

"Trouble Jingshan."

Cheng Juxiu breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Han Qingyun, and the two of them mounted two iron swords and flew towards the east.

Hoo—

The strong airflow rolled up by the rapid flight of the iron sword caused the bamboo forest on the other side of the water pavilion to shake violently, and countless bamboo leaves shattered and flew.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two disappeared from sight.

"Hey, what's the matter. What about the promised fellow tour Zuifanglou?"

Ding Jingshan sighed heavily, slapped his thigh, turned around to look at Li Ang, and said with a hearty smile, "Is the sun rising?

You are Junior Brother Juxiu, and you will be my friend from now on. If you have anything to say, just talk.

I, Ding Jingshan, can't do anything else. I'm good at sensuality, eating, drinking and having fun. "

Dude why are you so proud of being a dude?

Are you just saying "I want to get this woman's contact information within ten minutes" while pointing at the statue of Guanyin?

Li Ang's eyes twitched, but he still sincerely cupped his hands in thanks, "Then thank you, Senior Brother Ding."

Although I don't know where the Ding Mansion in Yiningfang is, but the person who can stay in the position of Secretary and Provincial Secretary Lang will definitely not be a **** without any ability, otherwise Cheng Juxiu would not associate with him.

"It's easy to talk about."

Ding Jingshan liked the title "Senior Brother Ding" very well, and rubbed his palms happily, "Hey, that means Risheng is a little younger, otherwise I can take you to 'Fengyuehualiuchang, paper drunk' tonight." Pingkang Fang of the Gold-selling Cave has long knowledge.

Do you know where Pingkangfang is? Just west of East City.

The entire Pingkangfang is divided into three areas according to the area, North, Middle and South.

Zuifang Building is located in the most upscale Zhongqu, and the seventh house to the east of Baotang Temple.

Newcomers are not allowed to enter indiscriminately, because according to the rules, the face-to-face bridegroom has to charge double the money, so you have to ask an old hand to lead the way so as not to be slaughtered."

Just as Ding Jingshan was elatedly giving Li Ang a popular science about the Fengyue place in Chang'an City, a young servant in green clothes ran along the corridor in a panic and shouted in a suppressed voice: "Today the imperial court retreated early, the master is going to the secretary Let's see how your compilation of the historical records of the Zhou Kingdom is going, and you are heading there."

"What? My dad is coming?"

Ding Jingshan was so startled that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly cupped his hands at Li Ang, "I'm sorry, brother Risheng, I have to go ahead because I have something important to do, and we can talk about it another day."

"Ah, it's okay, Senior Brother Ding, go get busy."

Li Ang still maintains the posture of crossing his hands. Ding Jingshan has already dragged the boy and ran towards the exit of the post house in a panic. The sword rushed over"

"Sanlang can't ride a flying sword. Everyone has seen riding a flying sword. You should ride a horse. I'll lead the horse for you."

"Yes, yes, Ding Xiaoqi, you are more thoughtful. Riding a horse is good, but you can't do without a horse."

Ding Jingshan and the boy disappeared at the end of the corridor,

Li Ang stood there and scratched his head,

Why do you feel that Brother Ding is so unreliable?

The painting style is a bit far from Cheng Juxiu?

Could it be that the second generations of Chang'an all have this virtue?

Li Ang smacked his lips, turned and walked towards the wing, still thinking about what Han Qingyun said just now in his mind.

"The hexagram of my spirit vein is 'Hanjuan Duijue', and you may find a detailed description of this hexagram in the two books of "Taixu Miaolin Jing" and "Lingbao Wisdom Contemplation of the Body" in Xuegong Bookstore .

I don’t know if ordinary people can enter the Academy Library to read

Tsk, I should have troubled Ding Jingshan just now.

Let’s bring this up the next time we meet. "

Li Ang thought about things casually, and returned to the corridor, only to see Song Shaoyuan and Zhai Yiming standing at the door of his room, knocking on the door anxiously, and Ji Linglang frowning standing behind them.

"Brother Song?"

Li Ang stepped forward with a little surprise, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Risheng, where have you been?"

Song Shaoyuan said: "Do you remember Yong Hongzhong who came with us? He has been dizzy and nauseated for the past few days. He just fainted and vomited suddenly in the lobby. I don't know what happened."

"Yong Hongzhong? Is that the thin, sickly Xiangzhou prefect's son?"

Li Ang recalled a moment,

Yong Hongzhong was the same age as him, the son of the prefect of Xiangzhou. Although he was born with a stutter, he was able to compose poems and fu at the age of six. He wrote many good articles and was quite famous among the local scholars.

Because the convoys from Xiangzhou and Weizhou are on the same road, the students from the two states have stayed together these few days, and they are more familiar with each other.

But usually Song Shaoyuan, Zhai Yiming, Ji Linglang and others talk to him, discuss poetry and so on, Li Ang doesn't know him well.

Song Shaoyuan nodded, "Yes, can you treat Risheng?"

"There are too many diseases that can cause dizziness and vomiting, and you have to read it to know.

Wait for me for a while, I'll get a medicine box. "

Li Ang scratched his head, walked into the room, woke up Chai Cuiqiao who was sleeping on the table, took out the medicine box, and asked Song Shaoyuan to lead the way to the hall.

The post house outside Chang'an City covers a vast area and has a complex structure. Several people ran quickly to the hall,

I found that many candidates of similar age had gathered in the hall, and they were all looking into the middle of the hall.

"The doctor is here, please excuse me."

Song Shaoyuan and Zhai Yiming took advantage of their height to open the way ahead,

Li Ang squeezed out of the crowd, but saw Yong Hongzhong sitting on a stool with a pale face, and beside him sat a girl in a skirt with bright eyes and bright teeth, who was holding a metal needle and stabbing the top of Yong Hongzhong's head seriously and earnestly.

Already have a physician?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stopped his forward steps, stood still, and observed the acupuncture method that the girl was performing with great interest.

(end of this chapter)

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