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On the other side, Zhao Qingyan did not know what the empress and her royal brother were thinking. He went to take a stroll around the inner palace before he finally arrived at the entrance of the Qilin Hall.

"Official Ouyang, didn't senior Bao come?" Zhao Qingyan walked into the Qilin Hall and asked the old man in his fifties who was arranging the tables. His attitude was casual but it did not lack respect.

Ouyang Xiu looked up and smiled at him. "He is sick. He has already been home for half a month."

Zhao Qingyan knew he was joking, so he did not mind and asked, "Have you visited him before? I'm going to take some ginseng, and send some Lingzhi to him. He won't scold me, will he? "

Ouyang Xiu replied, "I can't say for sure." Perhaps he thinks that the young prince is using the imperial government's food for personal benefits and that the young master is using the corpse food as a meal? "

Zhao Qingyan asked with some difficulty, "Then what do you think we should do? He's been ill for so long, and he's so old, I don't think it's appropriate for me to visit him? He had to bring something over, what did Mr. Bao like? How many stones of rice shall I send? Honey that just arrived a few days ago? I also got a good deer whip, but he doesn't seem to be able to use it. "

Ouyang Xiu smiled as he looked at him talking to himself. Finally, he said, "Alright, I'll accompany you to the house today. Bring him some tonic medicine."

Zhao Qingyan said happily, "Then thank you. I'll treat you to dinner tonight?"

Ouyang Xiu picked up the brush again and said, "No need, I plan to go some day anyways. I also saved a portion of my money to buy supplements."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Oh, then my lord is busy. I'll go check on something." He nodded to the rest of the people in the room and entered the place where the files were kept.

Six hours later, Zhao Qingyan walked out with a large stack of files. He sat on the wheelchair outside the door and headed straight to the bamboo garden. After putting away the files, he went to the hospital to get some supplements and returned to the Qilin Hall to find Ouyang Xiu, who was about to leave.

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Zhao Qingyan and Ouyang Xiu followed behind an old servant as they walked slowly. Looking at the manor that could be described as a "family's disciple that has four walls and a family that is surrounded by desolation", Zhao Qingyan could not help but sigh. It sounded as if he was praising Ouyang Xiu, but there was a hint of mockery in his words.

"Young prince is joking. My residence cannot be compared with the residence of the Qi King Manor." A slightly weak voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw a person and could only feel two words, "How dark". Only after careful observation did he see a serious face with a upright posture.

Zhao Qingyan cupped his hands in salute and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations. I just want to be a carefree and happy prince, unlike Master Bao who worries about the country and the world."

Bao Zheng asked, "Are you mocking me?"

Zhao Qingyan asked curiously, "Why does Master Bao say that? I just feel that there is a difference between my attitude and Lord Bao's. At most, it can be considered as a political disagreement, so why would I mock you? "Lord, I am too bored watching this."

Bao Zheng glanced at the smiling Ouyang Xiu beside him and asked the old servant to serve him a cup of tea. He then said, "This official will not agree with you in politics. Although the young prince has a false name, at least he cares more about the Privy Council than other people who neglect his duty." After all, they were both secret envoys, so they didn't dislike each other too much. Thus, they would grumble about something in their hearts.

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "The scholars are the ones who are in trouble. Uncle Huang is gentle and gentle. The scholars spend their days fighting and squabbling. It was all thanks to me not having to attend the court, otherwise my illness would have been even worse."

The two "scholars" smiled at each other. Ouyang Xiu teased, "I remember that the young prince always prided himself on being a scholar."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Nothing. What I want to do is be a gentleman who is gentle like jade. While Father isn't paying attention, I find a jug of wine and drink it while watching a beauty dance with her sword. I want to feel Li Taibai's' singing and reciting 'feelings."

Ouyang Xiu unexpectedly "tsked" and said, "I thought you were going to say that you had great ambitions like 'The Wine of Mysteries', but who would've thought that you would say such a thing?"

Bao Zheng said in a low voice: "The great Dao is like the blue sky, I can't go out alone." Embarrassed, Chicken White Pheasant gambles pear chestnut. The sound of singing and wailing could be heard as he struck out the sword, yet the Wang Clan showed no gratitude for his actions. Huai Yin City, Jing Xiaoxiao Han Xin, Han Dynasty Official Ji Jia Sheng. " After a pause, he said, "You actually like this kind of poem, it's really unexpected."

"Surprised?" Zhao Qingyan smiled and asked, "What? The two of you think that I was born to be a prince, and that I have no destiny to destroy your life, so I like this kind of poem. I think this poem is really good, and free and easy. "

Ouyang Xiu nodded and said, "I do have that kind of thought." "In my opinion, you should be like Uncle Yuan, well-off and of superior status. Therefore, you should be able to dance, write, and enjoy the world. That way, you will be free and at ease."

Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment before he asked, "Uncle Yuan?" How many did you say? That made sense. We were similar in some way. There was happiness, but it was not necessarily free and easy. "Oh him, Prime Minister Yan was not like that when he was still here. These past few years, he had been a little unlucky, and the original Ying Wu Jue had also been reduced by a few points."

Uncle Yuan had several words written on him, and these words were addressed by the people of the same generation with more respect. For someone of Ouyang Xiu's age to call him these young people, he naturally had to be dazed. After thinking about it carefully, he understood that Ouyang Xiu, who always referred to himself as "Sect Leader Yan," was right when he addressed Yan Qianyin as his own generation.

Bao Zheng said, "Noble masters like you, born with money in their mouths, are loved and cared for by your father. Plus, they are talented and have never experienced any hardships in their lives. Without your father's care, they are naturally anxious."

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "To be praised by Master Bao is a great honor. Seventh Young Master Yan was a scholar at the age of seven and a scholar at the age of fourteen. How could his talent be 'overflowing'? If we were to talk about miscellaneous studies, I am not inferior to him. I really can't help but sigh at my ability to compose poetry. Yan Cheng's sons were qualified for the Imperial Examinations based on their talent, but my father relied on his father. But to be honest, if I were to have a father like him, I would be able to smile and wake up even in my dreams. "

Ouyang Xiu laughed and said, "You're talking about yourself, why are you talking about your parents again?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Yan Cheng is one of the poets that I admire the most. That kind of father is certainly enviable. Father was born into the military, and didn't have an elder brother at home to discuss poetry with me. So bored. " He glanced at Bao Zheng and joked, "I like literati and poetry the most, but it's different from someone who likes Qu Yuan Tao Yuanming and Fan Zhongyan."

"How do you know I admire them?" asked Bao Zheng.

Zhao Qingyan smiled mischievously, "It was just a wild guess." "You always say that silkpants like us who don't know the hardships of the world and the hardships of the common people, then 'the worries of the world come true' is completely a description of Master Bao, right?"

Bao Zheng said, "Why does it sound so derogatory to you?"

Ouyang Xiu still had a smile on his face, but he didn't say a word. He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. His smile froze as he slowly swallowed the tea and silently put it back on the table.

Zhao Qingyan could not help but laugh, "Wheat Straw Tea is on fire. It's better for the elderly to have a drink."

Ouyang Xiu coughed and said, "I'm still used to drinking green tea." After a pause, he added, "I don't think I'm considered an old man, but Mr. Bao is still considered one."

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "That's true. I even saw Sir Wang give you a bag of Mount Lu as a gift. That's a good thing."

Ouyang Xiu was startled and asked, "How did you see it?"

Zhao Qingyan thought for a while and said, "I forgot. I heard it was from a cousin? It seems like a member of Ninth Uncle's family heard that he loved to drink green tea, so they gave him a small bag. " The cousin he spoke of was naturally the son of the messenger king. Ren Zong, Prince Huan had no sons, only him, the only son of the Qi King. Only King Xin had a few men under him.

Bao Zheng replied, "I didn't expect that such a serious person like Sir Wang would be so considerate."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Your excellency Wang is a proud and arrogant person, but you have never heard of persuading anyone. Even Official Ouyang was angered by this. To be able to gift such precious tea leaves to Senior Ouyang, it is clear that you are an outstanding individual. "

Ouyang Xiu inadvertently drew Zhao Qingyan's interest towards himself. He smiled bitterly and said, "Really, if you want to say something positive, it will be derogatory to you."

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "I'm saying that there are many talented people in your generation. When it comes to my generation, I only see a single uncle."

Ouyang Xiu said with a smile, "Then, in our generation, don't you only admire one teacher?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "That's not true. In terms of military politics, including Official Ouyang, I admire many people. "In terms of poetic skills, I'm afraid Yan Cheng or Liu San Hua is the only one."

Bao Zheng snorted coldly and said, "A bloodstained battlefield is still an ambiguous and perfunctory affair. A famous sect would only mislead their country and their people if they were to become an official and stay in love with a hundred flowers." "His Majesty's words of 'and fill in the words' weren't wrong about him."

Zhao Qingyan was stunned. She did not answer and just lowered her eyes.

After a while, Ouyang Xiu and Bao Zheng looked at each other and felt that their words had become more serious. They shouldn't have let their dissatisfaction leak out onto a weak crowned youth who wasn't even born yet. Moreover, they were openly criticizing and ridiculing him as an official. If the young prince was truly angered, then even Prince Qi of the Renjian Sect would be blamed. As they were the secret envoys, the Duke Huai on top of that was a little too much for a moment. However, the two of them were proud and arrogant. They had originally thought that they were correct, so how could they be willing to apologize to a junior? No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere instantly became cold. Everyone had their own thoughts.

Zhao Qingyan raised his head and smiled, "I really can't involve myself in politics. I can't say that I'm not a capable official when it comes to literature. I blame myself, I originally wanted to visit Mr. Bao's body, but instead, it caused Mr. Bao's heart to hurt. Since it's time to use dinner, if you don't mind, how about I take you to a restaurant for a meal? Just treat it as me apologizing, okay? "

The two pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Then I'll be troubling you with the expenses." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had agreed to the 'fault' method. He felt that it was inappropriate and wanted to speak, but when he saw that the other party wanted to speak, he waited for him to speak first.

However, Zhao Qingyan did not mind at all, and said with a smile, "It has been two years since Sir Ouyang and Jia You have arrived at the Privy Council. They have not had a chance to have a private meal with you. Master Bao, it's been quite difficult for you to give me this face. " He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, so the two of them agreed.