When Zhan Zhao and his friends returned to Kaifeng Prefecture from the palace, Tianzun and Yin Hou had already returned.

The few people obviously just arrived and were probably hungry. Chen Xing'er and Yueya'er were cooking noodles for them to make midnight snacks.

Bai Yutang glanced at the Tianzun sitting at the table yawning.

Zhan Zhao also glanced at Yin Hou who was about to wash and sleep.

Everyone looked at each other - why did they tell the elderly to teach at the Imperial College...

At this time, Hong Jiuniang saw her walking out of the room and asked Cui'er who was passing by, "Cui'er, are there any thicker quilts?"

"Some." Cui'er nodded, "But the quilts in winter have not been sunburned yet..."

"It's okay, just hang it up." Hong Jiuniang pointed to the airs beside her.

Cui'er went to carry a thick quilt. As soon as she hung it on the shelf, she saw Hong Jiuniang lit a fire to roast the quilt. Cui'er was so shocked that she screamed, "The silk quilt is about to catch fire!"

As he spoke, the quilt really "bang".

Everyone was shocked and saw Jiu Niang waving her hand... The fire went out instantly.

Look at the quilt again, it was fluffy.

Jiu Niang picked it up and patted it, and ran into the room with her hands.

Everyone looked at each other and looked into the room curiously.

I saw Jiu Niang covering the quilt on the bed. There was someone on the bed and was sleeping. Jiu Niang pressed two quilts on the bed.

Everyone looked back at Zhan Zhao who was eating noodles with Yin Hou, and the people in the Demon Palace who were not curious at all - who was on the bed?

After clicking the number of people, everyone found out that it must be the sick scholar Wu Yifu.

Sure enough, when Jiu Niang covered her quilt and stood up and walked out, everyone took a look at the bed. The sick scholar seemed to be asleep, and her forehead was exposed outside.

Gongsun blinked and asked, "Are you sick? It's not cold this day, it doesn't matter if you cover so much?"

"It's okay, this ill bag is a little sick recently. His hands and feet are cold, and he sleeps better on the hot spots." While saying that, Jiu Niang reminded everyone, "Also, don't bother him to sleep. This ill bag is usually rubbed and flat like a sick cat, but it's so angry that he gets up. If he doesn't sleep well, he will be awakened halfway by someone, the consequences will be serious."

Everyone raised their eyebrows - how serious?

"Hoho..." Grandma Hei Shui seemed to remember something and shook her head, "It's quite serious."

Everyone gasped, feeling dangerous...

“Speaking of it…”

Long Qiaoguang, who was sharing a grapefruit with Xiao Sizi, suddenly asked, "Does Wu Yifu shoot arrows?"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Guangye looked at everyone in confusion while chewing the grapefruit, "What are you doing?"

Everyone stared at him for a while, and they all tacitly went to do something else.

Zhao Pu kicked him, "Why are you here to come? Go back to your own house."

Long Qiaoguang's mouth twitched straight, pointing at Zhao Pu, "It seems that you are not from Kaifeng Mansion, okay..."

Zhao Pu pointed at Gongsun, "Family!"

Gongsun gave Zhao Pu a blank look, and everyone also touched their chins. It seemed that something was wrong...

Zhao Pu blinked, moved his arm aside, pointing at Xiao Sizi, that's what - family members!

The little Sizi blinked and nodded, indicating that - right! Family members!

Everyone thought about it and subconsciously went to see Bai Yutang again.

Bai Yutang was watching Bai Tiao'er who was silently passing by the Heavenly Lord. The above was the number he lost to Hong Jiuniang and the others today.

Bai Yutang handed the note to Chen Xing'er and said, "Let Bai Fu deliver the money tomorrow."

Chen Xing'er nodded and ran away with a stick.

All the aunts in the Demon Palace nodded - family members!

Zhan Zhao and Yin Hou both supported the forehead.

At this time, Lord Bao walked in and said, "Are you discussing teaching in the Taixue School?"

Everyone was stunned. Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao scratched their heads, and several old men asked curiously, "Teach?"

Lord Bao touched his beard, "Haha, Lin Xiao is just about to arrange the courses for the new school season these days, and the emperor seems to have asked him to arrange them together."

After saying that, Lord Bao left happily.

Yin Hou Tianzun and the others looked at a few small ones curiously - what does it mean?

Zhan Zhao and others twitched their mouths - Zhao Zhen's hands and feet were too fast! Damn it! There is no room for change now!

...

And at this moment, there are also Master Lin Xiao, the one with the top two.

The old master scratched his head and looked at the list of personnel who were given to him by Zhao Zhen, who was going to teach with the order. He was so amazed and laughed. The old man always felt that the new Taixue was in danger of collapse again.

At this time, a family member ran in and said, "Master, someone is looking for you."

Lin Xiao wondered...Who was looking for him so late? He asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know you, it seems that I just arrived from another place. He asked me to give you a letter." The family handed the letter to Lin Xiao.

The old man took the letter and opened it and saw that the letter was written by an old friend, Chen Zigui, a bachelor of Hanlin Academy, and recommended him a scholar to study in the Imperial Academy.

The letter said that this student was the son of a friend of Chen Zigui. His family died early, but this son was definitely not an extraordinary person and a rare talent. His grades in the local examination reached the standard for enrolling in the Imperial Academy. Although he was not a descendant of a famous family, he could also accept common people's children if he was recommended. So he recommended this person to Lin Xiao. Moreover, Chen Zigui's letter said that this person was very interesting and had a fate with Lin Xiao, and hoped that Lin Xiao could take care of his life in Kaifeng.

After reading the letter, Lin Xiao hurriedly said to his family, "Please invite him in."

The old man was quite surprised when he put down the letter. Chen Zigui was a noble man and had worked in Hanlin. His status was extraordinary. He rarely recommended anyone. Among so many people, he praised him as a "rare talent". As far as Lin Xiao knew, only Bao Zheng was able to recommend him personally, which shows that this son has real talent and knowledge. Lin Xiao was eager to seek talent and wanted to meet this scholar. At the same time, he was also a little confused, what does this scholar have a destiny with him?

After a while, the housekeeper walked in with a tall and thin young man.

To Lin Xiao's expectations, he originally thought that this young man would be a quiet and wise scholar like Bao Yan, or a gentle and kind person like Wang Qi.

But the young man who walked in made Lin Xiao unable to associate it with the words "Mr. Wensheng".

He was very tall, about the same height as Ge Qing, and his figure was tall. He was wearing a slim black suit, with a white cloak on the outside, and was dressed in vain. He had short chestnut hair, one with this luggage in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and walked in slowly. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin, outstanding appearance, a pair of phoenix eyes, a high nose and narrow cheeks, and a careless look. What should I say... like a beautiful homeless man...

Lin Xiao must have had a very shocked expression on his face at this time, and the man was obviously also looking at the old man in front of him.

Lin Xiao has a kind look and looks like a learned old man at first glance, but he should look quite old-fashioned.

The young man raised his eyebrows at the old man, reached out and put the jar of wine on the table in front of Lin Xiao, and smiled, "Meeting gift."

Lin Xiao twitched his lips and asked uncertainly, "You are..."

The boy was looking at Lin Xiao’s study at this time and said, “My name is Lin Xiao.”

Master Lin Xiao's mouth twitched, "Lin..."

The boy spread his hands and said, "The sky of the clouds."

Master Lin Xiao finally understood what Chen Zigui said in his letter, "I am destined to be with him" means, and his name is homophone, which is funny.

Lin Xiao nodded, and felt that his expression might be a bit rude, so he said, "Oh, please sit down."

The boy put down his bags and sat on the chair. The housekeeper brought him tea.

Lin Xiao glanced at the boy's luggage and saw a very simple small bag, an umbrella, and a long cloth bag. It seemed to be a knife or a sword.

He looked at the young man again. For some reason, this young man always gave Lin Xiao a sense of a worldly aura that was close to Zhan Zhao Baiyutang, and asked, "Young Master Lin, can you fight?"

Lin Xiao blinked and saw Lin Xiao looking at the cloth strip, he reached out and twitched the cloth cover. It was not a sword inside, but a long bamboo flute.

Lin Xiao suddenly realized that he might have thought too much, but he was curious, "This flute seems to be longer than an ordinary flute."

Lin Xiao nodded, "Well, it's easy to use."

Lin Xiao was a little amused and crying. His tone didn't look like a scholar. Is Chen Zigui happy with him?

"That... Mr. Lin, where is his home? Do you have any relatives at home?" Lin Xiao inquired.

The boy shrugged, "I am from Hangzhou, my parents are umbrellas and passed away ten years ago."

Lin Xiao nodded, and at the same time, he also noticed a paper umbrella that Lin Xiao placed under the bag.

After taking a look, Lin Xiao frowned slightly. It was a white paper umbrella with a simple snow bamboo on it and the word "bamboo" was written next to it.

Master Lin Xiao stood up, stared at the umbrella, walked over unconsciously, and reached out to pick it up.

Lin Xiao was looking around now, whether he was sitting or not.

However, Master Lin didn't care at all, but opened the umbrella and looked at the snow bamboo picture on the umbrella surface and the word "bamboo".

After a long time, the old man looked up and asked Lin Xiao, "Who made this umbrella?"

Lin Xiao glanced at it and said, "I made it."

The Master blinked, looked down at the umbrella again, and sighed in his heart - both calligraphy and painting are outstanding! The word "bamboo" is simply perfect! It also has a crazy aura.

"You like it, I'll give it to you." Lin Xiao said, rubbing his stomach, "I'm so hungry. Is there a kitchen? I'll put a bowl of noodles to eat..."

The old man held an umbrella, "Is it okay to give it to me?"
To be continued...