Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 169 Goodbye Zhao Yu
Zhang Nineteen.

In the school, whether they were students in training or people who came to take classes for free, they all turned their heads and their eyes slowly fell on Zhang Yuan.

There was confusion in Hu Tang and Hong Yang's eyes.

The corner of Master Xun's mouth twitched slightly.

Master Gu narrowed his eyes.

"Zhang Shijiu meets Mr. Zuoqiu."

Zhang Yuan clasped his fists and spoke.

He didn't know why Mr. Zuoqiu specifically mentioned his name.

He really had never met Mr. Zuoqiu.

Zuoqiu Ren's gaze fell on Zhang Yuan.

military attache.

young.

Quite common.

What does Ji Yuntang mean by special?
Could it be that he really has a special background?
Zuoqiu Ren nodded, turned his eyes away, and coughed lightly.

"Since you have come to listen to my class, please listen properly."

"I am older and more experienced. Maybe I have something you can use."

Zhang Yuan originally thought that Zuo Qiuming's Confucianism and Taoism class would talk about Confucian and Taoist classics and the great principles of great scholars, but unexpectedly, these things were not mentioned at all.

Zuo Qiuren, on the other hand, talked about how to quickly read military books, how to record military achievements, how to plan military rations, etc. from the perspective of the military.

Suddenly, all the students who came from military backgrounds became interested and listened with great interest.

As for those who had no military experience, they also pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss anything.

Especially when Zuoqiu Ren talked about the "reduction of cooking stoves method" and "calculation of injuries and disabilities" which were closely related to leading troops before a battle, the huge university hall was silent, with only Zuoqiu Ren's voice echoing.

No one reacted until the get out of class was over.

Zuo Qiuren finished the class, assigned the task of writing a disability report, and left with the paper.

"This is truly eye-opening. It turns out Confucianism and Taoism can also be used in military affairs."

"That's right. Mr. Zuoqiu was the chief clerk of the army back then, in charge of logistics and food supplies."

"You still don't understand? I'm afraid this training has other meanings."

Those who take classes for free in the city are well-informed and can tell you a lot of gossip.

However, Hu Tang and other students who came from military backgrounds were already having a headache at this time.

"Writing a report. I copied it before, uh, five years ago."

"Damn it, if I had known earlier I would have brought the old scholar from my camp and provided him with good food and drink."

People walked out of the school one after another, and many of them looked at Zhang Yuan with curiosity in their eyes.

"He is Zhang Nineteen."

"I don't know what his background is."

"It's amazing that Mr. Zuoqiu can remember my name..."

On the way back to the house on Tangwai Street, Hong Yang and Hu Tang talked about raising money to find someone to write the manuscript. Then they remembered why Mr. Zuoqiu knew Zhang Yuan, and asked Zhang Yuan if they could establish a ties with him so that he could spare them the trouble of writing the manuscript.

Zhang Yuan did write a few reports, but they were all directly copied from the manuscripts left by Zhao Yu.

Even if he were asked to write it himself, he would feel a little nervous.

"Zhang Yuan."

When we arrived at the gate of the house on Tangwai Street, a voice was heard.

"It's really you."

Zhang Yuan looked up and saw Zhao Yu, dressed in a Confucian robe, standing there.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuan's face.

This smile made Zhao Yu a little panicked.

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The backyard of the house.

Hu Tang and Hong Yang grinned and carefully took the manuscript written by Zhao Yu and left.

"Mr. Zhao, talk to Brother Zhang."

"Yes, we'll treat you to a drink if we have the chance."

The two of them also had to go out and copy the manuscript themselves.

At this time, Zhang Yuan was also sitting next to the desk, copying the manuscript that Zhao Yu wrote for him stroke by stroke.

Zhao Yu, standing aside, surveyed the courtyard and said, "I'm telling you, Mr. Zuoqiu has the most discerning eyes. He could tell at a glance that my manuscript was flawed."

Students of Confucianism and Taoism really find it difficult to understand why these military officers have a headache even when writing one extra word.

Is writing this harder than ghostwriting?

"It's okay. I'll simplify your manuscript." Zhang Yuan didn't look up and just copied it.

In this way, it seems like they are back to the scene when they were working together at the Wuwei Yamen in Luyang Prefecture.

Zhao Yu was a little dazed. Ever since she left Luyang Mansion, she sometimes thought about that time.

It's actually quite interesting.

"My aunt said it's in Fengtian County..." Zhao Yu lowered her voice, "Thank you very much."

Because of her words, Zhang Yuan fought to the death to protect Princess Fengming.

After Ying Fenglan returned to the county town, she told Zhao Yu about what happened in Toyota County, saying that it was not Zhang Yuan, and that she had died in Toyota County.

Especially when Zhang Yuan jumped from Dingyang Tower, his desperate bravery made Zhao Yu feel extremely ashamed. She entrusted her with a promise, and Zhang Yuan pledged his life. How could she repay such a favor?
"How do you thank me?" Zhang Yuan looked up.

Zhao Yu trembled all over, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Well, you will be responsible for my manuscript during the training." Zhang Yuan said loudly.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth, looked up at him, and turned away.

"Mr. Zuoqiu, you dare to fool me! If you are directly judged as failing the assessment, you will have to bear the consequences."

……

Tangwai Street was not far from the Zhao Family Villa. As it was getting dark, Zhang Yuan sent Zhao Yu home.

While walking on the road, Zhao Yu suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"I said it looked weird."

"Where's your knife?"

Whenever she saw Zhang Yuan, she was holding two swords on her waist.

"It's broken." Zhang Yuan shook his head.

After his two handy knives were broken, he stopped wearing them for a while.

This time when I go to the county town, I really have to take the time to find a place where weapons are forged and make my own long sword.

Now that he has perfected the art of forging weapons, he has long wanted to forge a long sword by himself.

When Zhao Yu heard Zhang Yuan say that the knife was broken, he clenched his fist slightly and said nothing.

What kind of battle was it that could break Zhang Yuan's long sword?

"You," Zhao Yu said softly as he walked forward, "Don't work so hard. You haven't even married yet, and the Zhang family is counting on you to carry on the family line. Otherwise, your family's position as the Soap Guard will be jeopardized..."

Having said this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhang Yuan said this himself when he was in Luyang Prefecture.

Zhang Yuan also laughed.

He and Zhao Yu had cooperated well when they were in Luyang Prefecture, and it was quite relaxing to meet them again this time.

The two of them walked to a place not far from the Zhao family's courtyard. Zhao Yu saw a figure standing under the lantern at the door and whispered hurriedly, "I'm home. I'll go to the martial arts school to find you when I have time."

After saying that, he walked quickly towards the gate of the villa.

When they reached the door, Ying Chong and Ying Fenglan were standing there, their gazes withdrawn from a distance.

"Aunt, second brother." Zhao Yu's voice was a little unnatural.

It's okay with my aunt, but my elder and second brothers are extremely strict. If they are caught waiting until dark to come back, they will definitely scold me.

"Your maid said that you went to see an old friend, the one from Tangwai Street?" Ying Chong's voice sounded.

Zhao Yu shrank his head and nodded.

"You went empty-handed?" Ying Chong spoke again.

Zhao Yu was stunned and nodded blankly.

You don't want to go empty-handed. Do you want to bring gifts?

"I have some fine pens and ink in my study. You can give him some when you see him next time. Since we are old friends, how can you go empty-handed?" Ying Chong's words made Zhao Yu a little confused.

She had never seen her second brother so gentle.

There are only a few of her friends that my second brother can look up to.

I didn't dare let Zhang Yuan get close to me just now because I was afraid that my second brother would see me.

If my second brother knew that Zhang Yuan was just a military guard in Luyang Prefecture, he would definitely forbid me from meeting Zhang Yuan.

"Well, he, he likes knives."

Seeing Ying Chong turn around and walk towards the courtyard, Zhao Yu hurriedly said, "His knife is broken."

Knife?

A person with such superb painting skills is also interested in knives?
Ying Chong nodded and left.

Zhao Yu didn't know what his second brother meant.

"It's Zhang Yuan, right?" Ying Fenglan spoke softly after Ying Chong walked away.

Zhao Yu nodded.

Ying Fenglan knows much more than Zhao Yu.

For example, Zhang Yuan is the Black Tiger, such as Zhang Yuan’s current identity.

Although he was only a military officer in Heibingtai, his record of defeating an army of 20,000 in a single battle and slaying a master in battle gave Zhang Yuan a special status in the eyes of military officers.

If someone like Zhang Yuan could help Prince Zhao's Mansion at a critical moment, it would definitely have unexpected results.

"He doesn't have many acquaintances in the county town. You can meet him more often when you have nothing to do."

"Even if you invite him home, that's fine."

"I want to thank him in person, too."

Ying Fenglan's words brought a smile to Zhao Yu's face.

……

Zhang Yuan returned to his own courtyard, tidied up the manuscripts in the study, and then slowly spread out the pages.

A faint gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

In his mind, the image of Ji Yuntang painting the picture of the wild bull today emerged.

The ink pen in his hand slowly fell.

(End of this chapter)