Chapter 922

"Don't be angry, your highness, but the two servants have met in private. Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe the fourth Prince and the right elder don't know..." Cheng Shun was very busy and relieved, but when he spoke, he couldn't go on.

Yeah, how could it be a coincidence? How could the fourth Prince and Zhao Changrong not know?

Otherwise, they would have met in a big way. Why do they have to be so secretive?

It can be seen that there is something hidden here

As for what is hidden, do you still need to say?

"Your Highness, today's situation is extremely unfavorable to our royal residence. Long live is obviously more interested in the fourth prince. Now even Zhao family All of them have hope for the fourth prince. It's not good to go on like this, "Ling Shian frowned and said with a heavy face." but no matter what, we can't lose the help of Zhao family. Otherwise, we can't be more optimistic just with an zishang, who has both ends and can never rely on him. "

"Since my uncle had hope for the fourth prince, the king broke his hope," Zhong Mingzheng said coldly. "I want to see who he can hope for."

……

On May 30, 34th, Jiasheng, capital

Prince's residence of an County.

At the end of the month, Chen Qingxuan was seldom free. He came to the prince's residence of an County with Gu Qingtong.

"I heard from my cousin that you have a relapse of leg disease in the early morning, but Qingxuan can't come here to see you. Don't be surprised." As soon as Fu saw Zhong Mingwei, Chen Qingxuan was too busy to bow and apologize.

"When you first enter the officialdom, you must be so busy that your feet are not stained with mud, and you have no leisure. Where can you come to see me?" Zhong Mingwei waved and smiled at him. Chen Qingxuan sat next to him and asked, "what's up? Is it still customary to do cultivation in Hanlin academy? Are you busy? "

"If I go back to you, Qingxuan can still cope with it, and all his colleagues in the Imperial Academy are friendly. Previously, Qingxuan was worried about not getting along well with the Beijing officials inside." Chen Qingxuan smiled a little embarrassed. "Qingxuan was not afraid of your jokes. On the first night when he went to the Imperial Academy, Qingxuan tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well, so he was afraid that he would go to the Imperial Academy the next day They were laughed at as poor children. Before they went to Beijing for the exam, they heard that Chaozhong was mostly the children of aristocratic families. They didn't know it was true until the capital master. They even saw more aristocratic children pushing out poor children. So they had some concerns before. "

"Although you are born in a poor family and come from a remote place, you are the number one scholar appointed by the long live master. Naturally, everyone should look up to you. Besides, the academy is no more than other departments. Most of them are scholars who study historical books and scriptures. They are not good at doing the same thing, so they are not as nervous as you," said Zhong Mingwei with a smile, sipping his tea at the same time, as if at will He asked, "I heard that the fourth prince was also sent to the Imperial Academy. He also compiled from liupin Imperial Academy like you. How is he doing in the Imperial Academy?"

"Yes, the fourth Prince goes to the imperial academy every day, sometimes earlier than Qingxuan. Moreover, the fourth Prince has no prince's airs and is very approachable," Chen Qingxuan praised when he mentioned Zhong Mingrong. "If you encounter anything that you don't understand, the fourth prince will come to Qingxuan to ask for advice and then bow to thank him. Qingxuan is very frightened."

"It's nothing. The fourth Prince has always been so easy-going and easy-going..." Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and said in a slow voice, "it's natural to be liked."

"What the LORD said is not bad at all. People who are as rigid as the eye of the list are full of joy and praise to the fourth prince all the time." Chen Qingxuan is happy.

"Top of the list?" Zhong Mingwei, holding the tea, looked at Chen Qingxuan with a smile. "But the eldest grandson of Zuo Xiang, Fang Kaiwen?"