"This kind of words are pure nonsense."

The February sunlight shines through the willow-leaf garland window indoors, and Chu Minghui leans on a chair and basks sunlight.

"Are you not as good as him? You are just showing off your power and power based on your identity."

"Yes, if he was not the Prince of Xiliang, I don't know how many people had kicked them stupid." A young man said behind the desk.

"It's different now." A book boy smirked while wiping a white porcelain pen holder, "There are several Cuju hands going to give Xiliang people a war letter these days, and they are asked to wait for them to get hurt."

"Also, the Qiao family, who lost the last time skiing, has recovered from his injuries, and has gone to Xiliang again, saying that he is willing to compare again." Another book boy walked out of the bookshelf with a stack of books and said happily, "The Qiao family's young master hid at home and did not go out. Now he has started wandering around the streets again. He also took the initiative to talk about skiing that day, and he doesn't feel embarrassed. He is even more proud than before. Guess what he said?"

Zhang Shuangtong walked in from outside and continued after hearing this, "I didn't lose to you, and you didn't beat me either. Why do I feel ashamed in front of you?"

Everyone in the room laughed.

It has been ten days since the Cuju competition that day, and the city is still full of talks. There must be a daily conversation in the restaurant and tea shops telling the Cuju competition in Beiwana.

Zhang Shuangtong sat down without laughing, and threw a letter to a young man next to him: "Brother Liantang has come to me, please take a look and write a reply to him."

The young man took it and took it apart, and said, "Brother Liantang didn't say much, but before he came, he told him to be stable, be able to do it, and follow it if he can't do it, and be stable immediately after the reputation is established. The so-called "defying enemy should not be chased and stopped at the right time."

Zhang Shuangtong yawned and waved his hand: "I know, I know, I'm so long-winded. Isn't he so worried?"

Chu Minghui nodded and said, "Yes, even if you are not worried about Shuangtong, aren't you still me?"

The indoor teenagers burst into laughter again.

"I replied to Brother Liantang, we are lucky. When we came, we met Xiliang people and came to us and won a Cuju match." Chu Minghui smiled and said to the young man holding the letter.

The boy responded.

Chu Minghui glanced across the room and said, "Have you all done it?"

The teenagers in the room stood up from their desks in unison, and the book children arranged the pen holders and scrolls in their hands. This was a spacious study room with ten tables. The tables were full of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. On one side were tall bookshelf. The books were all high, and the teenagers were all wearing green robes and headscarves. They were clean and weak, without the ferocity of the Cuju venue that day.

"Hang a plaque." Chu Minghui said.

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"Yeah, the door over there is open."

"These teenagers from Chang'an Mansion have come out."

"What are you going to do? They have not gone out for many days after recuperating from their injuries."

In the late winter, people huddled in the streets to bask in the sun and looked at this side. There was a house rented out on this secluded street, which was the group of Chang'an Mansion teenagers.

But since the Cuju competition, these teenagers have been staying at home and not going out to recuperate, and only the doctor Shutong has entered and exited. Today, the door has opened, not only Shutong has come out, but the teenagers are dressed neatly and talk and laugh. Are they going to go out?

The idle people gathered around and did not see the young men walking away, but looked up at the door. Then two book children set up ladders and carried a plaque inside.

"Do you open a store?" More and more curious people on the street, and they all looked at the door.

The door plaque was hung up, and the black plaque was written in gold, and the literate people read it out loud.

"Zhizhitang."

What does it mean?

"It's our school where we study." A young man said with a smile when he heard the question, "A few of us have no aisle to take the exam. At this time, we came to Beijing to study and study. We have already hired a gentleman from the capital."

"I passed, I passed the gentleman test, and I still got full marks in the art subject." Zhang Shuangtong added, hugging his arms and nodding, with a serious expression, "I want to take the imperial examination, so I also have to study."

The onlookers suddenly realized that the young men in Chang'an Mansion were scholars. When they pointed at each other, a Confucian scholar came over in a carriage. This was the gentleman invited by the young men. Some people on the street recognized this gentleman. He was a famous scholar who was proficient in the Five Classics and had many disciples under the high school Jinshi.

This Confucian scholar also opened a library to teach the scholar himself, but he didn't expect to invite him to teach the young man from Chang'an Mansion. What background can he do to invite him?

"It's not difficult, just spend more money."

Listening to the surprised comments and speculations outside the door, Zhang Shuangtong yawned and muttered. As for how much money it costs, it was not enough to be told to outsiders.

He looked at the letters hanging in the house, studied hard and looked up every day, and was inferior to the top of his studies, etc., which was similar to the Zhizhi Caotang in Chang'an Prefecture.

Not bad, Zhang Shuangtong nodded and said, "Everyone study hard, I'm going to bed."

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There was a loud sound of reading on the street, and the people around the door couldn't help but lowered their voices.

This is a school that was renovated by shops. The students' desks are placed in the hall. Standing by the door and window, you can see and hear the teaching inside clearly, and a woman is moved.

"Can I ask my kid to come outside to attend the class?" she asked.

The book boy standing outside the door nodded: "Yes, as long as there is no noise and quarrel, everyone will do whatever they want." He smiled again, "We bought the house, but we didn't buy the street in front of the door."

In this way, the woman is very happy and it doesn't matter if she can't come in to be a student. It's enough to be enlightened to listen to this famous scholar's lesson. The people around him also thought of this. Everyone has children. Even if they fail the imperial examination, studying is very useful and they have scattered for a while.

"Hurry up, this is a big deal."

“Come early to occupy the best position by the window.”

"My three children are all sent."

"Your child is just enlightened, don't join in the fun, people are teaching the scriptures."

"If you don't understand, you can get the fragrance of books."

Listening to the people around him talking and walking by, Xue Qing, who was standing at the intersection of the street, looked at the door plaque in front of him, with a complicated expression, Zhizhitang.

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Xue Qing finished a class outside the door and walked in after the husband left.

"Why do you have to?" she said, "Why do you have to have a name after studying?"

Chu Minghui said: "Of course you have to have a name when studying, and everyone is thinking about it." He laughed.

It was not just thoughts, but it was clearly an association. It was a real association, and it began to leave Chang'an Prefecture and became famous all over the world. Xue Qing didn't know what to say.

"What do you say? If you have anything to say, just study hard." Zhang Shuangtong said, leaning on the chair and knocking on the table, "Don't you say this, you're starving to death, starving to death. Didn't the Jiang family say you want to treat you? Is that true? We haven't had a banquet yet when we come to Beijing."

Zhang Liantang always has a proper attitude in his work, and it is not surprising to have associations. There were many scholars who formed associations in ancient times, and the most famous one was the Donglin Party.

Donglin Party, Xue Qing looked at the boys sitting indoors and smiled and said, "Really, I'm entrusted to invite you, let's go quickly."

Which boy didn't like drinking and having fun, and he immediately cheered.

"Don't go home if you don't get drunk."

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In the dusk, the teenagers walked towards the lively street market with their arms around each other and laughed. Duanshan stood at the intersection and stopped and watched.

"Sir, won't this Xue Qing be arrested?" The guard beside him whispered, "It's confirmed that he is the murderer who hurts Mr. Qin."

Duan Shan said: "This is not the reason to arrest him, and we don't need to confirm who hurt Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin himself knows the best."

The guards were puzzled, so why did they check the clues that they had forgotten to eat and sleep these days?

Duan Shan looked at the thin figure who was not eye-catching among the boy and said, "What I want to be sure is that he can kill people." Those who can kill people are not only Mr. Qin, but also others, such as Zong Zhou, such as right-hand man... and more importantly, they must be sure...

He raised his foot and slowly followed the young men who had gone away.
Chapter completed!