Chapter 2091

It's not hard to imagine how grand the Palace used to be, but now no one cares.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw two figures by the window. One seemed to be a man, sitting cross legged, and the other was a servant girl. He stood respectfully aside. Seeing this, he hurried forward: "dare you ask, but Wang Xi, the Lord of the palace?"

As he said this, he took a look. He saw that the man was about forty years old, with a long bun and wrinkles on his face. He looked kind, but his eyes were closed, which made people feel a little mysterious. He was wearing a color changing robe. He must have changed color after washing many times?

After a while, the man opened his eyes lazily and glanced at Zhang Feng: "who are you? Why do you say you know yourself? What's your intention to come to the palace?"

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly. After a long time, the old man still doubted himself?

It's too cautious to step on a horse. What's the harm like?

He shook his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, my name is Zhang Feng. I'm half a disciple of Mr. zihuai. As for coming to the palace, I've been ordered by Mr. zihuai to visit."

With that, he waved to Wei Chi Baoqing and motioned to bring up the gifts.

Now the old man is too wary. He'd better make a good relationship and ask for someone first. Besides, he hasn't believed that he is Mr. zihuai's disciple. Maybe this gift can make the other party relax his wariness.

This method seems to have some effect. The servant girl opened the gift box and put it in front of the old man. The old man glanced at it, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. However, it soon disappeared. He smiled faintly: "these things you gave me were worthless things in my eyes, and they couldn't go on the table at all."

Zhang Feng touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. He knew that the Royal Palace used to belong to the first-class aristocracy. However, now it is down and out. Do you want to take advantage of it?

Just as he was about to speak back, the old man said, "little doll, in the face of your gift, I believe you are a disciple of zihuai for the time being. Tell me about zihuai first, and do you have any certificates?"

I haven't believed it for a long time.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, but he still put a smile on his face: "Mr. zihuai is now in Chang'an, about more than 50, and his face is full of wrinkles. By the way, there is also Mr. zihuai's handwriting..."

With that, he took one out of his waist and handed it to him.

As soon as the old man's face changed, he quickly took it over and looked at it seriously.

At first, he laughed excitedly, but then he was very sad. Holding the note, he was a little sad: "self pregnant, you just kept talking to me, now... Alas..."

He sighed, then seemed to think of something, got up quickly, smiled and said to Zhang Feng, "nephew Zhang Xian, please forgive me for what happened just now. It's really a last resort."

Then he looked at the servant girl on one side and hurriedly said, "go and make tea. Remember, make good tea and take out my precious Dahongpao. If you come to the door today, you must take out the best."

The servant girl nodded and ran out with small steps. It seemed that she was also happy because the master was happy.

"Good nephew, come on, come and sit down." Wang Xi pulled Zhang Feng, and his vigorous pace seemed not like the old man: "come on, good nephew, sit down, good tea will come right away."

Zhang Feng didn't react for a moment. He didn't expect that the cold old man turned 360 degrees just now. It seems that some of it is still due to the note.

He smiled: "Uncle Wang is so polite. Although my nephew is half a disciple of Mr. zihuai, Uncle Wang doesn't have to be so kind."

When we met for the first time, we should be polite. This is what he learned for two generations. More importantly, Wang Xi's attitude changed too fast, which made him a little uncomfortable.

That Cheng thought that Wang Xi was like a self familiar, waved his hand and said carelessly: "Oh, you're welcome. When I went to a private school, I ate the same bowl of rice, slept in the same bed and read the same book with myself. Later, we learned something. We wrote poetry and drank wine in the bamboo forest. His disciples are my disciples. You can come to the Palace as your own home in the future."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was reassured. The old scholar has such a good relationship with Wang Xi. Should he be able to help himself? But can he still talk in Jiangnan after being so down in the house?

This is a high family. Not everyone can fight, let alone a poor family.

For a moment, he didn't even want to bother the old man he just met.

Look at the relationship between Wang Xi and the old scholar. If he said it himself, he must try his best to do it. He was very worried about whether he would get out of the Wang family?

Just when he was stunned, Wang Xi opened his mouth again: "good nephew, how about zihuai in Chang'an now?"

Zhang Feng arched his hands and smiled: "Uncle Wang doesn't have to worry. Mr. zihuai is working as a teacher in a college in Chang'an. Now he has no worries about food and clothing."