"Take the back door!"

When Jiang Yinxi first heard her mother say that the bloody battlefield could also open a back door to enter and exit freely, she didn't feel anything special.

If your family is big, your business is big, your official position is big, and you can't even get through the back door, then why bother working hard?

But after promising his mother that he would go to the bloody battlefield immediately, he felt a little regretful when he stepped into the Governor's Mansion. It was not because he didn't want to pick up Zhang Xuan and the others, but because he could open the back door, why not just let Zhang Xuan and the others slip away?

come out.

If you let them come out to get together, drink wine and listen to some songs, you won't be rejected at all. Why bother going to the bloody battlefield?

Facing Ai Xinghong's look, Jiang Yinxi twitched the corner of his mouth, always feeling that Ai Xinghong's eyes were filled with contempt.

Didn't he just copy a famous saying from time to time? What's more, he himself received retribution. He was called a dog and just copied it for fun. Why is Lao Ai so stubborn? I don't know that people who are stubborn will not end up.

Will it be okay?

Ai Xinghong specially took a shower and changed clothes because of tonight's lantern festival. As the governor of Tanzhou, he also has to attend this grand event. He will not be like the previous governor, who never left the door without taking a step out, and was immediately finished if something happened.

It was a bit unexpected to meet Jiang Yinxi at his house. He hadn't seen Mr. Jiang for a while. The dean in Chang'an was stimulated by some unknown source and asked him to give up monitoring Jiang Yinxi and find the Saint Master.

He was quite happy with this. Jiang Yinxi was not something he could handle with his small body. What's more, after coming to Tanzhou for so long, he also had a rough understanding of the Jiang family. I can't say that the Jiang family is exactly the same as the rumors. I can only say that

Nothing relevant.

Then he let out a long breath. Who cut this new clothes? Why are they still irritating? He held back his discomfort and looked at Jiang Yinxi: "Mr. Jiang, long time no see!"

"Why do you come to my house today?"

"If you invite me to participate in the lantern festival, I will be very happy. Today is a festival to celebrate with the people, and I can also drink some wine from Jiang Mansion. You must know that Xiaoda wrote to the dean as soon as I drank, without saying a word.

I know a few of them, and the reporting process is very strict, which is not easy."

"During this period of time, I don't even know what wine tastes like. Even if it's the breeze in my sleeves, I can still have a few drinks."

Having said this in one breath, Ai Xinghong didn't feel tired at all. As long as he pours out the bitter water quickly enough, no one can refuse his request at this time, let alone trouble him to do things. He is so miserable, so why bother him?

Not a human being.

"..."

Jiang Yinxi nodded calmly and said, "Drinking is indeed not good. You should quit."

Ai Xinghong raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yinxi. He wanted to curse, but he held it back.

"Master Jiang, Taibai has written hundreds of poems about drinking wine. I, the scholar, can do it without drinking."

Jiang Yinxi's eyes became strange. Do they know each other as scholars? Can you introduce a few more people like Du Fu to him? After writing dozens of words, Jiang Yinxi thought, "Old Ai, you guys

Scholars often say that there is a house of gold in a book, and there is a beauty like jade in the book. From this, it can be inferred that there is everything in the book, and if you have nothing to do with reading, you may have a steady stream of fine wine."

"Where in the book..."

Ai Xinghong suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Yinxi, with an expression of surprise and excitement on his face.

But in this excitement, there is also a strange sense of depression: "Master Jiang, can you write this poem to encourage students to learn in full..."

Poems to encourage people to learn, this is not something that scholars have invented since ancient times. However, in this world, there may be books with faces like jade, such as book demons, painted skins, etc. Ai Xinghong would not know this common sense.

?

"This is not a verse that everyone knows. Lao Ai, you are joking with me again. Do you still have to throw your hands and kneel on the ground, shouting that the Holy Master is above, please accept the bow of the students."

Seeing that Jiang Yinxi was pretending to be confused again, Ai Xinghong had to say seriously: "Master Jiang, nowadays the Tang Dynasty is very martial, and they study more and more and neglect their studies, just to pursue strength, to seek for that beauty to lie on their knees, and gold and silver to make their beds. Over time,

, our literary fortune in the Tang Dynasty is in danger."

Jiang Yinxi expressed his appreciation: "This is a scholar."

"Mr. Jiang, your poem to encourage learning cannot be said to be famous throughout the ages, but can only be said to be famous throughout the ages. Just tell me so that the students of the Tang Dynasty can have new motivation and goals."

Ai Xinghong's excitement began to slowly fade away, leaving only a longing look in his eyes: "As long as Mr. Jiang tells me, I promise not to call you Holy Master, not to disturb you, and I will owe you another favor. Even if you

You have three wives and four concubines in your harem, so I will write you a congratulatory message and be a witness myself."

"Actually, I also know Mr. Jiang's concerns. If you are as good as Lin Feng, he will be destroyed. If you are not talented, I can just speak for Mr. Jiang..."

"So, Mr. Jiang, just tell me, you are not trying to destroy the righteous people in Tanzhou. Anyway, these righteous people have not done anything good. When the time comes, Master Jiang and I will jointly sign a letter, and then we can legitimately send out troops.

"

Jiang Yinxi looked at Ai Xinghong. Are all scholars so cruel? He directly sent troops to suppress him.

In fact, although Ai Xinghong is a scholar and only wants to serve you, the righteous way is not counted among the people in his eyes. If not for the strong power of the Tang Dynasty, these monks would have been like before, stealing the people's fat and anointing and becoming parasites.

From ancient times to the present, there have been too many examples of monks doing things in reverse, which led to Ai Xinghong not having a good impression of monks. In his eyes, both the righteous path and the demonic path were all the same.

He has also heard about the idea of ​​recruiting demons, and although he doesn't support it, he doesn't oppose it either.

"To be honest, Mr. Jiang, you see, I have been here in Tanzhou for so long and my political achievements have been given to your Jiang family. You must give me something to comfort me."

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Jiang, it's your fault if you don't tell me."

"Even if I gain fame for something like this, it will only be in the literary and official circles, and it will not have any impact on the Jiang family."

Good guy, listening to Ai Xinghong chattering, Jiang Yinxi finally became eloquent tomorrow. In order to fool himself into telling the poem he accidentally let slip, Ai Xinghong lost his face. He is an upright official, how could he?

So shameless.

Ai Xinghong said, as if he was already a little embarrassed to speak. After being silent for a while, he sighed: "Actually, there is another purpose. Every year, the Lantern Festival is not only a lantern festival, but also large and small poems."

We will collect poems from every place and send them to Chang'an."

"In the past, literary talents gathered together, but now there are fewer and fewer. I think this poem by Mr. Jiang can restore the literary world to its former glory."

"..."

Ai Xinghong kept talking non-stop, his face was flushed with emotion, and his eyes were full of the idea that if you don't say anything today, I will ramble until you do.

Jiang Yinxi listened to him quietly, and then distracted himself and asked Spider Zi to send a message to Zhang Xuan and the others, saying that Zhang Xuan, your mother told you to go home for dinner, and you will die if you don't come back.

If Zhang Xuan refuses to go home and continues to immerse himself in the gentle land of the beast-eared mother, then don't blame him for stealing the flower with ruthless hands.

As for Ai Xinghong asking him to tell this poem, it was really difficult for him. Under compulsory education, he also knew that "the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own two lines of Yan Ruyu."

How many people know about it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yinxi couldn't help but feel that his own system was rubbish. Other people's systems had malls and everything they could find to solve problems. His own rubbish system was just a scam, and there was nothing else left. Not to mention redeeming it in the mall, even the mission rewards were useless.

No.

If someone else's system is a top-of-the-line aircraft carrier, then his should be a small three-wheeler that collects junk from the village entrance.

What kind of sin did he commit in his previous life to get such a useless system?

However, being pestered by Ai Xinghong was indeed quite troublesome. I thought that the Holy Master who was astonished to the heavens and humans at the time almost killed him.

If you cheat, it seems you can't cheat.

Jiang Yinxi thought about it and remembered the classic operation method, which is to graft flowers and graft trees.

What poem should he use to bridge the gap?

"..."

"Mr. Jiang... How are you thinking about it, Mr. Jiang? Is it a good deal? It's like killing three birds with one stone."

Ai Xinghong talked for a while, but Jiang Yinxi didn't interrupt for a long time.

When he looked up, he saw Jiang Yinxi frowning, looking thoughtful, and hurriedly said: "Have you not thought about it yet? Or is this a sudden inspiration?"

"Um?"

Jiang Yinxi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I'm thinking about how to beat you up so you don't bother me."

Ai Xinghong shrank his neck, then stood up, establishing a destiny for the world and paving the way for students. This poem to encourage students must be obtained. It is a political achievement. If it is because of this poem, more students will take the imperial examination next year.

.Not only did the literary fortune of the Tang Dynasty increase, but also those who studied this poem had to call him a teacher.

It’s exciting just thinking about it!

Jiang Yinxi thought for a while and said, "Just wait, I have something to tell Zhang Xuan and the others."

After saying that, Jiang Yinxi turned around and began to borrow Spider Zi's ability to communicate with Zhang Xuan.

"Click."

Xiaoda bit into pieces of candied haws and saw his young master and Mr. Jiang. After thinking for a long time, he decided to take a detour.

…

…

Jiang Yinxi sometimes really wants to cultivate immortality, not that he wants to live forever, but mainly because monks can have such a thing as sound transmission. To be a martial artist, the level required is too high.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Xuan's voice sounded in my mind. He sounded a little tired, maybe because he was too weak.

"Yinxi, why is this so urgent? Do you want you to rush us back?"

Zhang Xuan said, taking advantage of the sound transmission time to treat the wound.

"It's no big deal, it's just that you didn't come back for the New Year, so we have to go back for the Lantern Festival."

Jiang Yinxi said with a smile, but didn't know what to say anymore. After thinking for a while, he held back a sentence: "The top spot of Chunfeng Tower seems to have changed. Come and have a drink together."
To be continued...