C190 Great Zhou Was Destroyed(2)

"I'll write a letter to Xuanzhi. Hurry up and send it to the river." He wrote as soon as he said it. Then, he unfolded the paper and started writing again. "Let's not talk about anything else. I can still hire these two people." Shao Shi had already finished writing the letter. "The official who will pick them up will go as well. We'll give them a proper welcome along the way. We must bring them to the Middle Capital."

"I plan to ask Hu Lai to send people to pick up Xuan Zhi." Ji Cheng folded the letter and wrote it. "I'm afraid Xuan Zhi will not believe the person beside him."

"That's good too. Hu Lai's martial master Xuan Zhi and Hong Qing (Zhou Sun Zhong) know each other." Fu Ting Zhi, who had settled a big matter, stretched his waist. "I'm tired. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Can we just stay here?" Ji Cheng begged, "Anyway, the people outside think that I kidnapped you. Just pretend that you were kidnapped by me. No one will say anything about you if you don't go back."

"Then you better behave yourself." Fu Ting knew that once he entered the thief's nest, he wouldn't be able to get out easily. "My whole body is aching. I really can't torture you anymore."

"I'll do as you say." Ji Cheng gently placed his arms and legs on the blanket and said, "I estimate that Father's imperial order will arrive in the next few days. When Emperor Zhou Wen gives us the Imperial Jade Seal, we will go to Zhongdu first. How about it? " Emperor Zhou was still trapped in Zhongdu, but Ji Cheng had already sent someone back to ask for his order. This was the reason why the King's Order came so quickly. Along with the King's Order came the Empress and the Empress Dowager's coffin.

"That's of course, all of them must go. Old You is still locked up by you." Fu Zhizhi was truly tired. "I won't say anymore..."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. You go to sleep first. I will think about it later." After carefully pinching the bill and putting it down, he sat back down in front of the table, earnestly writing down the name of the official that Fu Ting Zhi had yet to write down. He really did not know, but once he calculated, he was shocked. A country really needed a lot of scholars, and now he could count them all with one hand. Ji Cheng was in a bad mood.

Three days later, the flying rider from the imperial capital sent Ji Jiang Wang Ling over and made Emperor Zhou Wen the king of the opposite sex. He was given the surname "Duan" and lived in Dali, enjoying thousands of households. His descendants were not substituted. Don't mind the officials. For the development of the story, they had no choice but to borrow the Dali Duan clan. In any case, it was an empty title. If they did not dig deeper, they would be grateful. )

Emperor Wen was in the summer of 21 years, and Great Zhou was dead.

"Milord, I saw it. It really did come." Chang De pushed open the door of the sedan and said to the person inside, "The scholar you mentioned really came to see you off."

"Stop the car." Fu Ting shouted for him to stop the car and change his clothes. He picked up the bottle beside him and said, "Let's go and meet the Dali Sirens."

The person Fu Ting wanted to meet was the Dali scholar who led the crowd to kneel at the entrance of the government office to demonstrate his power. This person was Zhan Kuo, a stranger in the first year of Emperor Wen's reign. He was 21 years old this year.

Zhan Kuo had brought a group of scholars here today to send off their worries. He thought about the rumors that Fu Guanzhi had not come out after entering the military camp. He must have lost his freedom. As they looked at each other, thinking about how the carriage would ride over, they probably could only bow with clasped hands and express their full intentions. Most likely, they would not be able to see him.

Just as they were thinking, they saw the middle section of the army suddenly stop. An inconspicuous carriage carriage opened, and a handsome figure in white robes, white crown, and holding a sapphire blue jade bottle walked out from within.

"It's Fu Si, it's him." The scholars were stirred. "He's holding... He's actually hugging Mancha Luo?" A jade bottle like that should have been inserted with a peerless and independent flower. A flower like that should have been held in that person's arms.

The young scholar led by Zhan Kuo was stupefied when he saw this. He only saw a person who looked like a direct descendant immortal float before his eyes." Brother Zhan, greetings. " The head of the Talisman Pavilion. Smiling, he handed over the jade bottle in his hand. "I'm afraid the side items will be a disgrace to Brother Zhan, so I, Fu Ting, am free to do whatever I want. For you to enjoy."

"A gift, a gift for me?" Zhan Kuo entered his arms in confusion: "This, how can I accept this"

"It's just a common thing, it's a blessing that you like it." Fu Zhizhi took the jade fan from Chang De's hand and said, "Greetings, everyone." A thousand words.

Seeing that Zhan Kuo was still in a dream, the scholar beside him hurriedly pulled him. "Zhan Kuo, what are you doing?"

Only then did Zhan Kuo wake up. After repeatedly being impolite, he hugged the jade bottle tightly in his arms, not even willing to give it to the boy beside him. "Prepare some tea, talismans..."

"You can call me Pavilion Master. Now that you have no official or official, there is nothing to be afraid of." Fu Ting Zhizhi lightly waved his folding fan. "I'm thirsty, so I have good tea. In that case, I won't be polite anymore."

"Since that is the case, I will call you Ji Yue." Zhan Kuo was even more delighted in his heart. To be able to address her with a word meant that Fu Sizhi was intentionally getting close to her. "Please come in, Fu Qingzhi."

"Please, Brother Ji Yue." Fu Ting very appropriately turned his body slightly to the side and walked up to the Ten Mile Pavilion with Zhan Kuo.

When the scholars sent him off, it naturally wasn't to truly taste tea, so he naturally understood how to make Fu Zhizhi. He also had a draft in advance. Walking up to the Ten Mile Pavilion, he unfolded his folding fan and revealed a smile. "The Cang Mountains are not painted with ink, and the Erhai is without strings, the Guqin of Wangu. Such a beautiful figure like Brother Ji Yue should be nurtured by such a mountain and river. "

The table in the pavilion had been set up long ago. Naturally, there would be people who would record all the poems that they had written today and pass them on to the world.

"Pavilion's Miu likes it. I don't deserve it." Zhan Kuo had naturally made preparations as well. He opened his mouth and said, "Flying over here with a thousand year snow; breaking through the Cang Mountains with a cold moon."