C24

The carriage travelled for nearly an hour before arriving at the east side of the city at the Zhan Clan. After Zhan Chuan sent his greetings to the official, he only brought a single errand boy back to the village.

Ji Zhen pulled open the curtain of the carriage, and brought Ji Feng along to blessing the bookkeeper in front of him, "I heard that Zong Han Lin was a senior, I came here specifically to meet him, I hope you can pass on my knowledge to him."

"My surname is Ji, and I am a Miss of the Pingbei Mansion. This is my twin brother, Ji Feng." There was no impatience on Ji Zhen's face. Instead, he was respectful and would answer any question he asked.

Cui Er saw that the man had gone in, and anxiously placed the furnace in Ji Zhen's hand: "Miss, quickly cover it."

After waiting for a few minutes, he still did not come out, Cui Er saw that Ji Zhen's face was red from the cold, so he anxiously went over to Ji Zhen's side: "Miss, you can enter the carriage, it's too cold outside."

"It's alright, fenger, are you cold?" Ji Zhen lowered her head to look at Ji Feng, whose face was also flushed, and smiled at him, "Big sister isn't cold, why would fenger be cold?"

Cui Er anxiously jumped up and down at the side, but since she had no other choice, she walked to the left side of the two of them.

Ji Zhen suddenly felt the wind on her body becoming lighter. Looking at Cui Er, her eyes flashed with a trace of water: "Cui Er, you stay in the carriage."

Cui Er bit her lower lip and shook her head. She laughed helplessly, took off the fox fur coat on her body and put it on her, "You're wearing such thin clothes, so what if you freeze to death?"

Ji Zhen's actions scared Cui Er, causing him to hurriedly put on the fox fur coat, and then she scurried into the carriage and stayed there.

Thank you, Miss, for waiting. The bookkeeper ran out in a hurry and welcomed Ji Zhen and the rest into the Zhan Residence.

No one had lived in the mansion for many years. There weren't many descendants in the clan, and the only two of them who stayed behind to serve in the capital city were their nephew and nephew. The large mansion was deserted as well. The Zhan Clan had been prosperous for generations, and the mansion seemed to have fallen into disarray.

"Is this the Ji Family's siblings?" As Zhan Chuan sat in the hall, his image looked exactly the same as Ji Zhen, with his white hair hanging loose and his eyes unfathomable. When he suddenly looked at Ji Zhen, Ji Zhen felt lost.

"When Ji Zhen heard of Mister's visit, she specially brought his younger brother here. Ji Zhen didn't hide it and directly stated her intention of coming.

"This Ji Family is a noble Pingbei. Why? Zhan Chuan's face did not have any expression, making it hard to guess what was on it.

"This ordinary teacher can naturally be invited, but I'm afraid a Confucian scholar like Mister can't be invited." Ji Zhen thought for a moment, then said: "Sir is the noblest in Han Lin, and is familiar with the scriptures of Confucianism, but Ji Zhen wanted Sir to teach her younger brother how to conduct herself."

"How hard is it to be human? To be strict with oneself, to be lenient with others is all. "

"It's hard to be a good person, but hard to be a good person. In this murky world, it is even more difficult to make a good official. Sir, please accept me as your younger brother. " Ji Zhen bowed and paid his respects to Zhan Chuan, who imitated him, "Please accept this fenger sir."

"Since you know about my visit, you should also know that I was only a fifth-grade civil servant before my arrival. How can you talk about a cultivator who can rule the country? How do you know that I am a good and good official?"

"Ji Zhen had heard that Sir had once spoken on behalf of the warriors of the Northwest for several months just to raise their pay. For the sake of the generals, how could I, Ji Family, not know of Sir's righteousness?"

"Stand up. Since you've acknowledged me as your master, then let me consider the consequences of becoming your future disciple." Zhan Chuan stood up and reached out to help Ji Zhen and her sister up.

"Qing Liu, go and prepare pen and ink." Zhan Chuan turned around and looked at Ji Zhen, then sized him up, "Ji Mansion is a Marquis Family, why don't you allow him to learn martial arts?"

"This matter of learning martial arts is something that should naturally happen. It's just that Ji Zhen wanted to let her younger brother understand before this, that cultivation of the body to nurture the virtue, and martial arts to strengthen the body and strengthen the body."

Zhan Chuan let out a meaningful laugh, and then let Ji Feng hold the brush and recite the beginning of the Three Character Classic. The thing that Ji Zhen was most worried about still happened. Although Ji Feng was very serious about writing it silently, it could not stop Zhan Chuan from revealing his dissatisfaction on his face when he saw the words that Ji Feng had written.

"Is this how the Ji Mansion is looking for teachers?" Zhan Chuan saw that Ji Feng was writing with sweat trickling down his forehead, although the words were crooked, but he was writing it in an extremely serious manner, and looked at Ji Zhen.

"I am not afraid of being made a joke by the teacher. My mother passed away early, and the family was controlled by the stepgrandmother. The teacher was also invited by the stepgrandmother, but he only taught his foolish brother to play around everyday." Ji Zhen was not afraid of others finding out about the affairs of the residence, and she could not help but write down her crimes before the imperial government.

"Humph!" Zhan Chuan was naturally aware of the sinister things that happened among the noble clans, but after hearing about it, he felt bitter in his heart, "Qing Liu, go and bring back the letter from the study."

"I told him to go back and follow the copy. When will he be able to write Fang Zheng? When will he be able to come back?"

"Of course I do." Ji Zhen brought Ji Feng who was carrying a written invitation out, she knew, that this disciple was most likely going to become her disciple.

Zhan Chuan saw that his hands were still holding onto a scroll, it looked like a painting, so he asked, "What are you carrying?"

"This is the specially prepared for you to pay respects to your master. I didn't see anything expensive, so I decided to keep it."

Qing Liu was originally something Zhan Chuan had picked up from the side of the road. After so many years, he had long treated him as half a son, so he had no choice but to take the painting.

"That belongs to Qing Liu, Qing Liu will still be going to Ji Mansion." Qing Liu suddenly recalled that when his teacher was presiding over the Imperial Examinations, someone had sent a painting to his residence. Upon opening it, it was actually filled with banknotes.

"Yes sir." Qing Liu replied. When he saw his husband holding the painting, he asked with a serious expression, "Sir, is there something wrong with this painting?"

"Nothing." Although Zhan Chuan said that he had nothing to do, his heart was like billowing waves: This Ji Family's daughter is not ordinary!