Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi, who seemed a little distracted.

Zhao Rong, who was always good at chatting, also stopped talking and refused to disturb.

It's just that he looked back...

"Brother Zhao."

The emaciated censor suddenly said.

"Brother Zhang, what's the matter?"

"How about we have a drink together on a sunny day when we are free some other time?"

The young Confucian scholar thought for a moment and said, "Well, of course. If I and Brother Zhang happen to be free, we can make an appointment. But Brother Zhang also knows that I have been very busy recently, so I will have to wait until later."

The skinny censor nodded, "Of course, I drink wine on a sunny day, but I can't miss the important event of Feng Chan."

The young Confucian scholar smiled and joked: "Brother Zhang, you have a story to tell."

"There are indeed some interesting things. Whatever Brother Zhao wants to hear, just tell him. However, the most important thing is that the wine should not be neglected... don't... forget the wine."

"This is natural, but it's not easy to be greedy..."

Two Confucian scholars from the North and South Colleges chatted all the way, and after a while, they arrived at the Imperial Study Room.

…

In a study room filled with books and decorated with low luxury.

The little emperor sat on a chair covered with bright yellow satin.

The food box in his hand was gone, and he had changed into purple regular clothes. At this time, his complexion had regained some color.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi were also sitting on the chairs. As teachers, they were allowed to sit. At this time, they also had a cup of tea brought by the palace maid.

There are only three of them in the imperial study room right now.

There was no one around within tens of meters outside the room.

Others, including the two divorced girls, were driven away by the little emperor on the pretext of studying quietly.

At this time, the little emperor showed an apologetic smile and said to Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi in the room: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhao, I just made you laugh."

Zhao Rong shook his head, looked at his calm expression, and said nothing.

Zhang Huizhi did put it down, stood up and said: "Why do you want to laugh at it? Your Majesty's performance just now amazed the ministers. In time..."

He solemnly praised the little emperor, calling him "the Holy One, the Holy One".

The latter smiled and shook his head modestly.

Zhao Rong was drinking tea leisurely aside.

Afterwards, the little emperor started reading and asked Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi if he had any questions.

An hour later, the little emperor put down his book with a smile and said he was going to find his mother and leave school early.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi nodded, said goodbye and left.

On the verandah outside the Imperial Study Room.

Zhang Huizhi said he had something to do, so he walked quickly and left first.

Zhao Rong fell behind.

There was no one around at this time.

Zhao Rong was walking when he suddenly stopped and thought of the smile of the young man in dragon robe again.

He suddenly turned around and went back the way he came.

When I came to the study room, at first glance, there was no one there.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, his ears twitched slightly, and he turned and walked towards the west window.

Only seen.

There was a young man in a dragon robe curling up under the table, burying his head and crying...

…
Chapter completed!