It means that today's prime ministers are all old officials under my father's sect. It's just a dream for me to bow my head and beg them.

It can be understood when it comes to the descendants of the Zhang family. Today's prime ministers Fu Bi and Han Qi both failed to deal with Zhang Dexiang.

One opposes the reform and the other supports it. Although there is no quarrel, the relationship is just like that.

Isn't it good to eat and drink well at home? Why go to officialdom to see your faces?

Zhang Yue studied every day to prepare for the exam, and it was already November.

The winter solstice falls in this month, and Zhang Yue's birthday is also in this month.

People in the Song Dynasty paid as much attention to the Winter Solstice as to the Spring Festival.

When it was approaching, Ouyang Fa came to Taixue in the snow and gave Zhang Yue something as a gift.

Zhang Yue was a little confused when he saw it was wrapped in a sandalwood box.

Ouyang laughed and said: "It's just a pen."

Zhang Yue saw Ouyang Fa's mysterious look and immediately opened the box.

It's just a pen, but there's something special about it.

Zhang Yue looked at the pen and couldn't help but said: "What kind of hair is this? It doesn't look like wolf hair or purple hair, nor does it look like sheep hair."

Ouyang laughed and said, "You can't guess it, it's just a piece of cake."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yue sighed: "It's very precious!"

Ouyang laughed and said: "That's natural. Although it's not as good as the rat-whisker pen my father gave to Mr. Mei, it's almost the same."

Zhang Yue said: "That's unacceptable."

Ouyang laughed and said: "If you can't accept it, you should accept it, not to mention it's not a gift from me.

Zhang Yue slightly realized: "Could it be..."

Ouyang laughed and said: "Don't guess, I'm telling you, besides being precious, this pen has another purpose, do you know?"

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "When writing a pen with the hair of an expert, of course you have to use it with an expert's ear!"
Chapter completed!