"You want to go to Daxia Academy?"
The decoration is simple yet grand, and incense is curled up in the study room.
Jiang Heng put down his memorial and looked at the girl in red with a smile on his face.
"Yes, some isolated copies handed down from ancient times are rare in this world, not even the Sutra Pavilion in the imperial palace. The Daxia Academy Palace is a holy place of civilization, and there may be books I need in it."
Jiang Zirou said seriously.
"Yeah?"
Jiang Heng nodded, without much doubt.
"The Daxia Academy has always prohibited outsiders from entering or leaving... I can mention it to their dean. As for whether it can be done, it depends on Zhao Gou."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Zirou was playing with the dragon's blood glazed cup in his hand. The status of the Daxia Academy was aloof, so it was not outrageous to have such treatment.
"However... you don't have to worry too much about this matter. Firstly, he won't show me face in these trivial matters. Secondly, many people in Daxia Academy want to see you..."
Gently put down the dragon blood glass cup in your finger.
Looking at the half-smile expression on Jiang Heng's face, Jiang Zirou suddenly felt that he had made an unwise decision...
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the next day.
Sure enough, as Jiang Heng said, this matter was settled quickly, and the people of Daxia Academy cooperated very well, and sent people to the palace to help.
This afternoon.
Get on the nanmu carriage and gallop to Daxia Academy amidst the sound of ticking hooves.
Close your eyes and rest.
The speed of the carriage was not fast, but the distance from the imperial palace to the Daxia Academy was not too far. After about half an hour passed, amidst the vigorous yelling of the groom, the heavy carriage slowly stopped beside the main entrance of the Daxia Academy.
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Daxia Xuegong is located on a raised hill, with water swamps in patches, fresh air soaring into the sky, and the scenery is excellent.
In the academy, tall towers are scattered here and there.
There is the sound of reading aloud, and there is also the sound of fists and feet grinding.
In a courtyard in the central hill, Zhao Gou, the dean with gray temples, was walking back and forth holding rice paper.
"Okay! That's great!
Master, his old man loves poetry and songs the most. When he was young, he was suave and suave, and made countless beauties in the entire imperial capital fall in love with him. It would be great if he could see this poem... "
Thinking of this, Zhao Gou couldn't help but sigh.
In the past few days, Master's situation has become more and more difficult, and there is not much time to be awake.
His old man's cultivation level as a great master is unprecedented, but he doesn't like fame, and has been silently protecting the people of Daxia and the country... But this time, he may no longer be able to protect his disciples.
A footstep came from outside.
With grizzled hair on his temples and disheveled hair, Qi Xiang, a senior brother dressed in a bohemian and cynical look, came from outside.
I couldn't help but excitedly said: "The eldest princess is here!"
"Really?" Putting down the scroll in his hand, the worry in his eyes faded a little, and a smile appeared on his face, "Then follow me to meet her."
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Enter the Daxia Academy, and walk forward along the wide road under the leadership of a Tsing Yi bachelor.
Along the way, the students stopped one after another, and there were subtle voices of discussion.
"Look quickly... that is Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess who wrote the poems about spring, river, tide, and sea level during the Lantern Festival!"
"It's really beautiful and fragrant!"
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Soon, in a spacious school, Jiang Zirou met Zhao Gou, the dean of the Daxia Academy.
He is a well-known scholar in the imperial capital.
He is also one of the most powerful martial arts masters in the world.
detached status.
He has long been waiting here, dressed in green clothes, with cool sleeves, he can be regarded as a model scholar.
After seeing Jiang Zirou, the frowns that were knotted together loosened, and praised: "There is no beauty in the past, and a beautiful woman is beautiful. You are indeed a talented eyebrow-sweeping talent who can make masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!"
Nodding reservedly.
He didn't have much interest in communicating with the old scholar, so he said lightly, "I want to take a look at the Sutra Pavilion in your place."
Some students and teachers around frowned slightly.
I felt that this woman was a little too arrogant, but no one said anything more.
Firstly, Jiang Zirou's identity is here... Secondly, she also has the capital to be lonely.
The expression on his face remained unchanged. Zhao Gou, as an elder, was open-minded, so naturally he would not care about these common etiquette. If it had been a few days earlier, he would definitely have taken Jiang Zirou to have a good talk about poetry, calligraphy and painting.
but now.
The master's infatuation is like a sharp sword hanging above his head, and it may bring disaster to himself or even the entire Daxia Academy at any time, but he is not in the mood.
"Eternal Emperor has already told me about these things, and I have already arranged it. Your Highness is free to read the books in the Sutra Pavilion, just be careful not to damage them!"
"It's natural!"
Turning around to leave, brows were unconsciously frowned.
When chatting with himself, although he concealed it very well, Zhao Gou still gave himself a feeling of absent-mindedness.
Like hiding something.
Naturally, Jiang Zirou didn't care about this, but there was a faint demonic energy escaping from the Daxia Academy, and it was extremely pure, stronger than the demon lord he met last time.
When two abnormal things come together, it is inevitable to make people suspicious.
What the hell is this Daxia Academy doing... He secretly raised his vigilance and checked the surrounding environment, but found nothing.
In this way, under the leadership of a teacher.
The majestic pagoda-shaped Sutra Library appeared in front of him, so he could only temporarily suppress his doubts and enter it alone.
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The Chemical Palace is a sacred place for human civilization.
The place dedicated to teaching and educating people has a rich collection of books and comprehensive directions, which is even worse than the Sutra Pavilion in the Daxia Palace.
"Hoo..."
With a sigh of relief, I found what I needed in a corner of the bookshelf.
"Anecdote of Taizu"
"It is not an official book, and its authenticity is doubtful, but it can still be used as a reference."
Gently pat the dust on it and put it away carefully.
Then go to another bookshelf to find other basic related books, including records about folk geography on weekends and early summer, records about Jiang Taizu's marching and fighting, and so on.
Most of them are books that have never been seen before.
Putting it on the table to read, the doubts in my heart are getting deeper and deeper...
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I have a slight cold and feel sleepy. I always feel that this chapter is a little less interesting. Please recommend tickets!