Hearing such a question, Gu Zheng answered without changing his face.

He picked up the corner of his mouth, and his calm tone now turned into a fanaticism, as if he had met his idol’s remnants of the brain, and returned with an excited vibrato: "That statement is because of your majesty the saint. , The dragon walks and the tiger step, the eyes are divine, and the substantive emperor's spirit behind him makes the boy only feel at this moment, that is, only such a mighty and domineering person can be regarded as the emperor of the new Song Dynasty. A job!"

These words were basically yelled out by people of Gu Zheng's age with a full-fledged voice, and the effect was no less than the revolutionary slogans chanted by the little soldiers.

The same sincere and sincere.

Hearing that there is such a fan in this palace, Zhao Kuangyin, whose old man is Long Xin Dayue, laughed loudly.

For the first time, he took a close look at the small yellow door in front of him, with its lowered head and lowered hands. Even after standing back so much, it is still neatly placed. Judging that this is a good-mannered person.

And in the conversation between the two people, this little yellow door is clear-mouthed and quick-minded, which shows that he is even more courageous.

The most important point is that his tone with Zhao Kuangyin's head is looking forward to the emperor's itching.

Zhao Kuangyin nowadays is the time to pull the bulls around and let them follow to fight the world. This new Song Dynasty was not long after the founding of the country, and the old forces that settled in the court just made him feel bad.

Many countries around him even surrounded him, and each one looked at each other with different signs.

He was supposed to be the most noble person in the world, but from time to time he would lower his head several times in front of those great people.

Thinking about it this way, the feeling that someone puts him in the highest position and worships is really great.

But if Gu Zheng knew what Zhao Kuangyin was thinking in his heart now, he could only send two words to the founding emperor: pitiful.

The status of the emperor of the New Song Dynasty may be the lowest in the past years.

From the prime minister to the common people, everyone can ridicule and talk about gossiping.

If he were seen by someone in the same position in the later dynasty, he would probably be very heartbroken.

Zhao Kuangyin was comfortably held up, and his questioning softened by three points. Sitting on the stool, he pointed to the bookshelf behind Gu Zheng and continued to ask: "Are you literate? You can read the books behind him." Understand?"

Standing next to the bookshelf, Gu Zheng nodded slightly: "Literacy is too advanced to understand, but the kid still understands geography, landscape travel notes and so on."

This is already incredible.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at the top of Gu Zheng's head, his eyes lit up three points.

He continued to ask: "Do you think what is missing in this Hanlin Academy?"

Gu Zheng shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know where the saint used the Hanlin Academy, but with the clues in it, I know it is related to military geography."

"Then if it is to correct and modify the military exchanges on this map, the basic rationing of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is still needed."

Hearing this, Zhao Kuangyin just nodded and explored the area of ​​Song Kingdom that only occupies a small area on the huge map, and suddenly said: "This department will not be like other people. Departments generally have no threshold."

"Since you are the first little yellow gate to enter here, if you can, you should be more responsible before this department is in operation."

"Then I will ask someone to promote you. You can find Zhang Dekai beside me for the basic supplies that are missing in the left and right rooms, and you can receive it with the palace card."

"It's just the books in this room, if I allow you to read..."

As Zhao Kuangyin's voice stretched, Gu Zheng was very witty and took a bit of gratitude and took the words: "The kid must be silent, and will never take the words here out of the imperial courtyard."

"That's it!" Zhao Kuangyin knocked on the map that belonged to his own territory, got up and left the room where he had come to this ponder if nothing had happened, leaving only a good word for Gu Zheng to read: "But these The book, you can only show it to me after you have cleaned it. If any damage is caused, I will be held accountable."

When this voice fell, Zhao Kuangyin's footsteps had already left the courtyard where this room belonged, and beside him, there was the voice of Zhang Dekai, which Gu Zheng had only heard once in the domestic servant class.

This voice is not low, but it expresses sincerity to the saint: "Your Majesty is so kind, is it a bit inappropriate for a literate person to be in such a place?"

But Zhao Kuangyin didn't care: "The Hanlin Academy is in need of this kind of literate little servant. If he doesn't know the big characters, what's the use?"

Seeing that the persuasion was unsuccessful, Zhang Dekai turned another direction: "The saint should also call himself me to such a person, my mine, so that there is less awe in that kid's heart."

Zhao Kuangyin, who was reminded, was rather impatient: "It's really irritable, the emperor is so uncomfortable."

"The ministers of the foreign dynasty, Cheng Ilzhong, quarreled endlessly. When they returned to Miyakahara, thinking about relaxing for a while, they were told by your old man to lift his ears."

"Very annoying!"

This emperor was unexpectedly heroic. Zhang Dekai saw that the old man beside Zhao Kuangyin was not afraid at all. On the contrary, the two of them were drifting away, and they were still talking non-stop.

Gu Zheng, who had already got up to clean here, couldn't hold back any joy.

This old man with a yellow robe and a cup of wine has not adapted from his own identity yet, but he is a strange figure of Mingjun. I only hope that he can lead the new Song Dynasty for a few more years.

Gu Zheng, who was no longer distracted, cleaned up quickly.

When he put down the discolored towel in his hand, the greet of the gate guard came from outside the courtyard.

This time is actually the time of the morning eclipse, and the high-value Xiaohuangmen's meals are taken by the individual.

If it’s an important department, when it’s not available, the errands from the Imperial Dining Room will come and distribute it.

I don't know what level of benefits the Hanlin Academy is following, but there is actually a new Xiaohuangmen on duty in the imperial dining room, who personally delivered it.

And this person is actually an acquaintance of Gu Zheng, the guy who likes to do some small actions from the side if nothing happens.

Seeing him at this time, he was actually sent out to deliver meals. When Gu Zheng was carrying his own lunch box, he was full of sympathy for the future of this child.

How unwelcome this child is, because he was squeezed out of the workplace when he first started.

He waited until he had delivered a round of meals before going back. Even if he was a member of the imperial kitchen, he might only have to eat the leftovers of other people's meals.

It seems that this child with a lack of character is really not easy to mix in the palace where people gather.

Gu Zheng, who didn't think he was one of the children in the slightest, took the food box he had just started, and went back to the right wing that he had already cleaned to eat.

Even if he knew that the side room on the left might be the place where the little yellow gate of his identity was prepared to eat, Gu Zheng didn't intend to aggravate himself to eat in a dusty place.

In this huge Hanlin Academy, as long as the emperor does not come, he is the boss, who can control him!

Gu Zheng, with great momentum, lifted the lid of his lunch box like this, and it withered in an instant.

I thought that after being promoted to Xiaohuangmen, the food could be improved a bit. Who knows that it is almost the same as what I had during training. The only additional dish is a small plate of cold salad the size of a palm. pickle.

It is a newly made soybean sprouts. In this cold winter, in addition to Isatis radish, it is a variety of Isatis radish, a rare water spirit.

In addition, during the period, the bean sprouts were mixed with yellow mustard, and the viscous soup was accompanied by the crystal clear crystals. It can also increase people's appetite and add a bit of appetite to the tasteless meals.

Gu Zheng, who is very picky about food, has finally been satisfied since he came to the palace for so many days~lightnovelpub.net~ today.

While sighing, he cautiously stuffed the last soybean sprout into his mouth, wishing to lick his plate and return it again. Now he is exactly the same as Wang Jien who is on duty in Funing Palace.

This difficult brother, after being sent to the Funing Palace, did not have the luck of Gu Zheng.

On weekdays, Zhang Dekai always stood behind the emperor, and only a moment in the evening could give Wang Jien a little guidance.

In other spare times, this Wang Jien was in Funing Palace, doing the duty of cleaning the inner hall.

The furnishings of this emperor’s palace should be spotlessly cleaned every day.

At this point, not only did Wang Jien not receive any preferential treatment because he was Zhang Dekai's apprentice, but the same period when he was later assigned here, as well as the interiors that were originally working in the inner temple, were intentionally isolated.

The work that should have been multi-person cooperation is basically his work alone.

If they are working at the same time, the people in the latter half of the night always have this or that kind of reason, forgetting to substitute.

Under the current shortage of manpower, Wang Jien, who has been stubborn, can only grit his teeth and resist.

If it is because of this matter, I would ask my master to complain. According to Zhang Dekai's temperament, he would think that Wang Jien's ability was insufficient. How could a later figure like him experience the twists and turns.

Zhang Dekai, who was originally in the state of herding sheep, after the emperor went to bed tonight, he inexplicably took the initiative to ask Wang Jien to come to the hall on duty to reply.

This made Wang Jien, who was confused, a little more cautious when he came to this small room belonging to Zhang Dekai.

Who would have thought, this cheap master, when he opened his mouth, he was actually talking about his good friend, Gu Zheng who he still had time to contact in the future.