Peerless Pirates

Hearing Li Hongniang mocking her for being so beautiful, Song Zheng laughed secretly, "Sister, why do I hear a sour taste in your words? My people are here to serve you. If you want it, take it now."

"Smooth talk!" Li Hongniang scolded, "Okay, I don't need you to massage me anymore. Go and warm up your books. I have someone prepare a private room for you. The books you need were burned at the inn last night. I asked

People went and bought some, but they didn’t know if they were right or not.”

Holding the soft and boneless shoulders, Song Zheng didn't let go, but he was inexplicably moved in his heart. After experiencing the turmoil in Mizhou and the battle in Licheng, Li Hongniang grew from doubt to trust, and she cared more about Song Zheng.

That kind of love and care from the heart filled Song Zheng with waves of warmth.

It feels good to be hurt by someone, but it's a pity that Li Hongniang only regards herself as a "little guy". Alas, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and Xiao Lang still needs to work hard. Song Zheng smiled mockingly to himself.

Lu Chun's matter naturally had to be talked about. Unsurprisingly, Li Hongniang was not willing. Song Zheng's performance was too eye-catching and she was afraid that he would be plotted against. After Song Zheng's repeated requests, Li Hongniang agreed and transferred Hu Qiang and Hu Qiang to him.

Zhu Jian sent it to Song Zheng.

When Li Hongniang urged him to go to Wen Shu again, Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief behind Li Hongniang's ear and ran away before Li Hongniang could scold him.

Li Hongniang's face turned red, she looked at Song Zheng's leaving figure, and after a while she whispered to herself, "Little guy, my sister's rouge was bought by Xiao Yuan." Immediately, she spat at herself again, "Bah,

What are you talking about?"

Unfortunately, Song Zheng had already left the house.

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After the war, there was rare tranquility tonight. Song Zheng also immersed himself in the Neo-Confucian books.

Neo-Confucianism is also known as Neo-Confucianism and Taoism. In people's impression, when it comes to Neo-Confucianism, everything seems to be sanctimonious and rigid. Therefore, later generations often use "Mr. Taoism" to refer to scholars with particularly pedantic ideological styles.

Naturally, Song Zheng would not be so superficial. According to the original history, since Neo-Confucianism could form the mainstream thought in the Song and even the Ming and Qing dynasties, it has its own extraordinary features.

Neo-Confucianism itself is a combination of Confucianism and Taoism, mixing some Taoist views into Confucianism, and flourished in the Jiayou Zhiping period of the Northern Song Dynasty (1056-1067). At that time, Wang Anshi's New Learning, Sima Guang's Shuo Learning, and Su Shi's Shu were formed.

Xue, represented by Luo Xue (including Zhang Zai’s Guan Xue) of brothers Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi

The four major schools of Neo-Confucianism. The "Neo-Confucian Justice" written by Song Zheng's father, Song Jue, is based on the theories of Er Cheng and later Zhou Dunyi, and absorbs things from the other three schools to form an organic whole, trying to put an end to the views of each school.

The opposite situation, hence the name "Justice"! This book alone established Song Jue's status as the master of Confucianism.

What Huang Yuandu needed was Neo-Confucianism with unified thinking, and Song Jue happened to meet him, so he was able to get Huang Yuandu's attention.

Thinking of this, Song Zheng couldn't help but take a high look at Huang Yuandu. Being able to seek the right to rule from the foundation of social thought is many times better than simply using power. Facing such an opponent, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

What makes Song Zheng even more worried is that his performance this time must be known to Pang Hui, and he may be recruited into the military camp. His father should now be regarded as Huang Yuandu's side, and he has become Pang Hui's general, and between father and son.

They belong to different camps, isn't it forcing

Riding on the wall by yourself? Behind these, there are also the palace coups and the revenge of killing ancestors. If these are not troublesome, if you add the foreign enemies such as Daijin, Xixia, Shu, and even the rising Mongolia, once the countries start a war

, the situation is simply uncomplicated.

Such a situation can be described as walking a tightrope.

Song Zheng sighed, put his thoughts back, and immersed himself in the book.

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Although Li Hongniang's arm was injured, as the commander-in-chief of Shandong Road, she had to work hard day and night. This made Song Zheng heartbroken. When he said goodbye the next day, he rarely gave a serious warning.

Seeing Song Zheng's serious look, Li Hongniang bit her lip and nodded lightly.

Hu Qiang and Zhu Jian were both slightly injured. After a day and night of recuperation, both of them were fine. They followed Song Zheng and Ming'er towards the direction of Wulongtan.

Daming Street is a north-south street that connects Daming Lake and Wulongtan. The two were originally a body of water, and Wulongtan was a corner of Daming Lake. However, due to terrain changes, the two were separated. After Qizhou built the Academy of Literature, Wulongtan was included in it.

The door faces north, facing Daming Street.

As for Daming Street, Song Zheng recorded it on the piece of paper he took from Luan Huan. No. 14 Daming Street was Wanyan Yusheng's secret stronghold in Licheng. However, at the moment, Song Zheng didn't care whether Wanyan Yusheng and others were hiding there.

here.

After walking past the entrance of the Literature Academy, Song Zheng identified the houses on both sides of Daming Street and walked forward. A hundred feet away, there was a courtyard. Although it was not big, it looked exquisite and unique. The courtyard door was open, and there was a fifteen-six-year-old boy.

The young boy stood there, looking around.

When he saw Song Zheng and his entourage, the young man's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to salute, "Young Master, is this Young Master Song?"

"I am Song Zheng, you are..."

"Little Lu An, on the order of my young master, I am waiting for the young master here. The young master told me about the young master's appearance, so I recognized the young master! Mr. Song, please come quickly, my master and young master are waiting for you."

This Lu An is smart, well-behaved, articulate, and lovable. Song Zheng nodded and stepped in.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Lu Chun and his father Lu Dafu came out to greet them when they heard the noise.

Song Zheng saw that it was the merchant he had met at the Longmen Town Restaurant that day. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Song Zheng pays homage to Uncle Lu!"

Lu Dafu stepped forward to stop him and took a look, "It turns out it's really you! As soon as you put on this scholar's clothes, you are almost unrecognizable! Haha, come in quickly!"

Lu Chun naturally greeted Ming'er and Zhu Jian, and Hu Qiang came in.

Everyone sat down, and Lu An presented him with tea. Lu Chun asked curiously, "Father, do you know Xiao Lang?"

"We know! We know!" Lu Dafu told what happened in Longmen Town, and finally said, "It's a pity that Xiaolang was in a hurry to save people at the time, so maybe he didn't remember me!"

Song Zheng naturally raised his hands and said, "I was in a hurry at that time and encountered such a thing, so I didn't notice my uncle for a while. I hope my uncle will forgive me!"

Lu Chun quickly waved his hand, "Xiao Lang is busy with big things, so he should not remember me. After hearing Xiao Chun talk about you, I wondered if it was you. When we met today, it turned out to be you! Our Xiao Chun can get along with Xiao Lang

, is his blessing!”

"Brother Lu is also a great man. Otherwise, how could he be a general of the Xuzhou Martial Arts Academy? When I saw Brother Lu that day, I felt very friendly and felt sympathy for each other."

After the two sides complimented each other, Lu Dafu said, "Xiao Lang can live here with peace of mind these days. If you need anything, just ask Xiao Chun. You're welcome. I won't bother you anymore. I'll come to celebrate your success after Xiao Lang reaches high school."

!”

This Lu Dafu was also a well-rounded person. Knowing that it was not convenient to have a long conversation with Song Zheng at the moment, he quickly left with a smile.

After chatting for a few more words, Lu Chun led Song Zheng to the room on the east side. This place had obviously been carefully arranged. The room was smoked with sandalwood, and the bed tents and bedding were brand new. There was a row of bookshelves against the wall.

The book was also new and had not been read much. There were four treasures of the study on the desk. Song Zheng recognized it at a glance. The inkstone turned out to be the famous Hui inkstone.

Neither Lu Chun nor his son were scholars, so they must have put a lot of thought into arranging these arrangements. Song Zheng quickly thanked Lu Chun again.

Ming'er was arranged in the outer room, separated from Song Zheng by a curtain. Zhu Jian and Hu Qiang took the initiative to live in the south room for the convenience of guarding the door.

After everything was ready, Lu Chun went to order people to start preparing lunch. For fear of disturbing Song Zheng, there were only three servants in the yard, the servant Lu An, an old lady who dusted and dusted. There was also a cook who was specially for

Lu Dafu, the cook, is now here to serve Song Zheng. This shows how attentive the father and son are.

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After having an exquisite lunch, they rested for a while. Accompanied by Lu Chun, Song Zheng took Ming'er, Zhu Jian, and Hu Qiang out. Tomorrow for the big exam, he would naturally go to the liberal arts college to see the examination room. By the way,

Admire the blooming chrysanthemums beside Wulongtan.

It is the Double Ninth Festival, and many people on Daming Street have dogwoods or chrysanthemums on their heads, adding a lot of color to the city.

Entering the entrance of the Literature Academy, you will see Wulongtan in front of you.

Song Zheng had heard about the springs in Wulongtan for a long time. However, in Song Zheng's impression, Wulongtan was originally called Jingchi. It was not until the Yuan Dynasty that someone built the Wufang Shenlong Temple here, and it was renamed Wulongtan.

The current Da Qi Dynasty already had this name, and Song Zheng couldn't help but lament the unpredictable changes in the world.

The liberal arts academy is completely different from the martial arts academy. Beside the Five Dragon Pond, many scholars and ladies linger, admiring the thousands of pots of chrysanthemums here. At the moment, the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the flowers are mainly golden, and the rest are snow white, with occasional bright red and light green, which is particularly special.

Gorgeous.

While walking, I saw a group of scholars standing in front of a pot of flowers. A pretty woman was hiding behind a tall scholar, looking at the pot of flowers expectantly.

The flowers in the pot are also quite strange. The chrysanthemum stamens are red, but the chrysanthemum petals are white, and the ends of the chrysanthemum petals reveal a touch of green.

A flower farmer squatted on the ground and said loudly, "You guys, I have worked so hard to cultivate this red, white and green chrysanthemum. Please give me a name. Whose name is this?

If you get up well, I will sell this potted flower at half the price."

As soon as the flower farmer's words came out, everyone looked excited.

Lu Chun laughed in a low voice, "Xiao Lang, how much do you think a pot of flowers like this costs?" Before Song Zheng could answer, Lu Chun said, "The flower farmer was here yesterday and asked for fifty taels of silver! Tell me, this is not

Is it a scam?"

Song Zheng was also surprised. In a place like Mizhou, fifty taels of silver could buy seven or eight little girls from poor families. It was indeed expensive enough.

"A clump of dark flowers is a gift from one of the ten households!" Song Zheng shook his head.

At this time, several scholars started to use their brains. They reported the titles one by one, such as "three visits to the thatched cottage, three stars with the moon, colorful charm and flowing fragrance..."

Several flower names were announced, but none of the flower farmers were satisfied and shook their heads slightly.

At this time, the pretty woman tugged on the clothes of the man next to her and whispered. The man was overjoyed and said loudly, "Three-color peonies!"

The flower farmer's eyes lit up, "How do you pronounce this name?"

The woman whispered again, and the man said, "Peony is the king of flowers. This three-color chrysanthemum stands proudly among all flowers. It can be regarded as the king of these flowers. The three-color peony is well deserved."

The flower farmer laughed loudly, "Young Master, these words are very suitable for the young man. I..."

"Wait a minute!" a voice rang.

(Fix the publishing time, two chapters on weekdays, at 12:00 and 20:00 respectively; one chapter on weekends and holidays, at 12:00)