"wishful thinking."

Qingxuan sneered.

Pei Shaoqing didn't say much.

Anyway, Princess Taiping has been married.

I had nothing to say all the way and soon returned to my home in Changlefang.

As soon as I entered the front yard, I heard snoring sounds that almost lifted the roof off.

Needless to say, this must have been sent by those more than thirty guards.

Cui Jiu and Cui Erlang and his son were not asleep yet and were waiting in the main house.

"Uncle Jiu, why haven't you been sleeping yet?" Pei Shaoqing asked in surprise.

"It's okay." Cui Jiu waved his hand and said, "You're back, and uncle will go to bed."

Pei Shaoqing recalled that when he was guarding the city in Hechuan, he sometimes went home late when he and Erlang were hunting, and Cui Jiu, Aunt Jiu and Shi Niang would always wait in front of the stove.

Thinking of this, Pei Shaoqing felt agitation.

Cui Jiu's family really treats him as a relative.

Seeing Cui Jiu walking out, he asked again: "Uncle Jiu, where are you going?"

Cui Jiu glanced at Qingxuan and whispered: "Uncle and Erlang go to the front yard to sleep."

Pei Shaoqing opened his mouth and wanted to stop Cui Jiu, but finally gave up.

Because he knew very well that Cui Jiu would not stay in the back house, and if he insisted on keeping him, it would only embarrass him.

After all, this was in the Tang Dynasty, and the class division was still very clear. In any case, he is now a founding county man, and there was a huge class gap between him and Cui Jiu.

However, Pei Shaoqing would not let this situation last too long.

It won't take long before he will help Cui Jiu, Cui Erlang and others to improve their class.

By that time, he and Cui Jiu's family would be able to get along without any grudges.

Watching Cui Jiu and his son go out, Qingxuan whispered: "He is very worried about your safety. He will only be relieved when you come back."

"That's it." Pei Shaoqing said with a nod, "Uncle Jiu and Aunt Jiu love me the most. They always raise me as their own son. No, it's even more close to their own son."

"I really envy you." Qing Xuan said quietly, "So many people care about you."

"Don't your master care about you?" Pei Shaoqing said, "Come on, tell your story."

"I'll go to bed first." Qing Xuan gave Pei Shaoqing a blank look, and then turned around and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

"Damn it!" Pei Shaoqing was surprised. Am I dazzled? Or did I meet a vixen? Can a person be so fast?

...

No words all night.

At 3 o'clock the next day, the morning drum at Chengtian Gate rang on time.

Soon, drums sounded from the Wangstou, which was spread all over Chang'an City.

Accompanied by the drum beats, the Tai Chi Palace, the Palace Gate of the Daming Palace, and the 108th House opened one after another. Chang'an City, which was just immersed in silence, became noisy.

Pei Shaoqing also got up yawning.

Although he didn't have to go to court, he had to go to Hanlin Academy to become a master.

Especially today there is a very important thing to do.

After Pei Shaoqing washed up, he found that breakfast had been set on the table.

A pot of hot soup cakes and a stack of golden baked cakes.

"What did you do?" Pei Shaoqing's eyes fell on Qingxuan next to him.

Unexpectedly, this beautiful female Taoist priest has a good cooking skills.

"It's not me." Qingxuan shook his head and said again, "Uncle Jiu bought it from the food shop on Cross Street."

"That's it." Pei Shaoqing yawned and sat down to enjoy breakfast. The Hu cake tasted good, similar to the naan in later generations, but the soup cake tasted very average.

The so-called soup cake, to put it bluntly, is noodle soup.

There is no oil star, and the taste is extremely light.

Suddenly, I missed the mixed grain cakes in my previous life, the soup buns and soy milk fried dough sticks.

It seems that we must find a pretty little chef as soon as possible and develop all the delicacies of later generations one by one, otherwise this life will be too difficult.

It’s okay to have beauty and not have to eat it. If there is no food to eat, you really can’t live this day.

After having breakfast in a hurry, Pei Shaoqing left Cui Jiu and half of the guards and captured Lang, and then brought Qingxuan, Cui Erlang and the other half of the guards and captured Lang to the Hanlin Academy.

When they arrived at the Hanlin Academy, Liu Yizhi and four Hanlin bachelors were not there.

But the Lord Bo Yang Maocai had already received the instructions of Liu Yizhi and took Pei Shaoqing to a courtyard.

"Pei Sicheng." Yang Maocai pointed to the yard and said, "Liu Zhengyuan has already given instructions. This yard will be the party that will guard the yard in the future."

"Thank you, Master Yang." Pei Shaoqing thanked him with his hands crossed his hands.

"You're welcome." Master Yang bowed back and turned around and left.

Pei Shaoqing took Qingxuan, Cui Erlang and others into the public room, and saw that the facilities inside were complete.

There are all kinds of tables and mats, pens, inkstones, and even piles of tribute paper.

Pei Shaoqing said to Cui Erlang: "Erlang, come and help me cut paper and plant it into a size of 32K."

Pei Shaoqing has already made some plans for what to do next. The first thing he needs to do is to create thread-bound books and movable type printing techniques and make the first pot of gold first.

And the collection of auspicious poems is undoubtedly a good entry point.

So Pei Shaoqing planned to bind a thread-bound book of the poetry collection first, and then wait for Wu Zetian to summon him.

"Dalang, I know how to cut the paper." Cui Erlang walked over and stood still, and said with a confused look on his face, "What is 32K?"

Pei Shaoqing slapped his head and said, "That's it. Cut this stack of tribute paper for me according to this size."

After saying that, Pei Shaoqing took a dagger and cut one of the tribute papers into four equal parts.

"Oh." Cui Erlang responded and began to cut paper honestly.

Pei Shaoqing turned his head and said to Qingxuan: "Please help me find out if there is any thread."

"What thread do you want?" Qingxuan frowned, "We probably won't have it, but I just saw a mother embroidering in the public room next door, and she must have thread."

Pei Shaoqing said: "Go and ask for some for me."

...

One hour later, Zichen Palace.

Wu Chengsi stood respectfully under the jade steps.

Behind Wu Chengsi, there were four scholars including Liu Yizhi, including Li Jiao, Du Shenyan, Cui Rong, Su Weidao, etc., and the four friends lined up in a row, all of whom were sleepy.

The old eunuch Hu Lingsong, with seven or eight eunuchs, spread a long scroll flat.

This long scroll is made of yellow silk as the frame and red sandalwood as the axis, and is framed very exquisitely.

I saw that the long scroll was densely filled with regular characters, like tadpoles.

At this time, Wu Zetian stood in front of the long scroll with his hands behind his back, looking word by word.

However, Wu Zetian did not see the end from the beginning, but only saw less than a small piece, so he stopped and asked, "Are the 1024 poems in heaven offered by Wenqu Xingjun to Pei Sicheng in the volume?"

"Report to the Queen of Heaven." Wu Chengsi said, "All of them have been copied in the volume."

Wu Zetian turned his head and asked Liu Yizhi again: "Liu Qing, is it correct? "

"Report to the Queen of Heaven." Liu Yi's way, "I have proofread it no less than ten times, and it's correct."

Wu Zetian was still worried and said, "I'd better call Pei Sicheng to proofread it again."
Chapter completed!