But he really didn't want to listen to Buddhist scriptures anymore! ...
Seeing that it was Zhao Xingzong, Xiao Rong immediately adjusted his expression. He was still very wary of this person.
However, Song Suo was not familiar with Zhao Xingzong, and the conversation just now was interrupted. Song Suo sat back with drooping eyelids, not even wanting to glance at Zhao Xingzong.
Zhao Xingzong didn't care either. All his attention was on Xiao Rong. After Xiao Rong asked him what was the matter, Zhao Xingzong took a deep breath and stated his request.
In a nutshell, he wants to change jobs.
Xiao Rong: “…”
The Buddhist disciple has been going out a lot recently, and most of the time he is with the people in the Buddhist sect. In fact, the Buddhist disciple himself does not need help from others, and Zhao Xingzong has defected to the King of Zhenbei, so it is really inappropriate to let him always follow the Buddhist disciple.
Xiao Rong needed to place someone under his nose, but he couldn't let him get in touch with the secrets of the palace. After thinking for a moment, Xiao Rong pointed at Song Suo next to him and said, "Then you should follow Mr. Song from now on."
Zhao Xingzong: “…”
It’s better to be someone’s follower.
But Song Suo handled more and more important things than Fuzi. Generally speaking, Xiao Rong still arranged a better place for him. Zhao Xingzong clenched his fists secretly, and this time he would work harder and strive to become independent as soon as possible.
An assistant suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Song Shuo sat lazily on the chair. He looked at Xiao Rong's expression, then said "oh" indifferently. He turned around and said to Zhao Xingzong, "Wait in my yard. Don't touch any piece of paper on the ground. They will be useful if I put them there."
Zhao Xingzong: “…………”
The residence of Buddhists is spotless, and one may even feel guilty when walking in. It seems that Mr. Song is doing the opposite of what Buddhists do.
Zhao Xingzong walked away silently. After he was far away, Song Suo sat up straight with narrowed eyes: "Are you on guard against him?"
Otherwise, why were two superiors assigned to him in a row? Xiao Rong's usual style was not like this. In his opinion, anyone who could enter the palace could take charge of their own affairs.
Xiao Rong smiled lightly: "I know there is something wrong with him, but I don't know where. I arranged him to be with the Buddhist disciples, hoping that the Buddhist disciples would suppress him and keep an eye on him to prevent him from causing any trouble. However, this is a person, not an object. After a long time, he will always be dissatisfied with this kind of treatment. It is better to guide him than to block him. Now I will leave it to you."
After a slight pause, Xiao Rong's expression darkened: "Don't alarm him. Find out what's wrong with him. Song Suo, nothing can happen to Chenliu."
Song Suo's back became more and more straight. He knew that Xiao Rong was serious, so he looked outside the door, but Zhao Xingzong's figure had long disappeared. Facing Xiao Rong with his side face, Song Suo nodded calmly.
After a while, Song Suo also left. Finally, there was no one around. Xiao Rong whistled happily and took out the unread letter. He thought that Zhao Xingzong, who even he himself did not understand, could at least keep Song Suo busy for half a month. In the next half a month, he would have peace and quiet~……＊
Xiao Rong's ears were quiet now, but Zhao Xingzong's ears were never quiet. It was only the first day and he already missed the quiet Buddhist.
Oh my God... Song Shuo seemed like he would never shut up, and he changed the subject so quickly that Zhao Xingzong couldn't keep up with him many times. What was even more terrifying was that he would suddenly set a trap for him when Zhao Xingzong was confused by the questions.
"Who is more powerful, me or Buddha?"
"As your superior, do you prefer Buddha or me?"
"Do you think Buddha has any weaknesses?"
Zhao Xingzong: “…………”
At the end of the day, Zhao Xingzong returned home like a wandering soul.
It was curfew at this time. The house he bought was close to the palace, not Baibao Street. There was basically no one on the street. When Zhao Xingzong entered the house, the first thing he wanted to do was to sleep soundly.
But his newly hired servant came running over and said that someone came to visit him today, once in the morning and again in the evening, but because he was not there, the man left.
Zhao Xingzong asked doubtfully: "What's his name?"
The servant shook his head in embarrassment: "I don't know, Master Lang, I asked him, but he said that if you see him you will remember it immediately, and then he left."
The servant was afraid that Zhao Xingzong would blame him, but Zhao Xingzong was just confused. Who was this person? So mysterious that he didn't even leave his name.
At the same time, he was a little unhappy. He was not the idle Zhao Xingzong in the past. He was now the Zhao Xingzong who was so busy that he couldn't even eat. Who had time to play guessing games with others? Before falling back on the pillow, he told his servant: "If this person comes again, let him come to the palace to find me. I want to see who is so pretentious."
By the way, I'll also let this old friend see that I'm powerful now, and I'm one step closer to prospering the clan! ...
However, what Zhao Xingzong didn't know was that that person would never appear again.
He was able to evade the search of the Zhenbei Army because he was extremely cautious. He could only approach someone like an old friend once or twice. If he did it more than that, it would arouse suspicion.
He was a little disappointed that he didn't meet Zhao Xingzong, but it was okay. He turned around and left the place, and strolled back to the inn where he was staying. There were still many scholars in the inn who had not left. These people were not very interested in the opera excerpts. Most of them wanted to play for a while longer, or read more books in the library.
He mingled among this group of people and had his own things to do every day, which didn't feel out of place at all.
But they can't live like this forever. Many people have already checked out and gone home, and he plans to leave in the next few days.
After saying hello to the shopkeeper downstairs and the scholars he had met in recent days, he went upstairs, took a bath, ordered a dinner, and after eating slowly, he took out the secret letter he had received in the morning and read it word by word.
He sat by the window of the guest room, and the window was even open, because this was the impression others had of him, a generous, polite scholar who was very pleasant to get along with.
He never hides anything. Even when he is short of money, he will tell the truth instead of pretending to be rich like others.
Precisely because he was so frank, others never doubted him and would never do anything impolite, so no one knew that what he was reading was not a family letter, but a secret letter written by Chen Jiancheng himself.
It wrote about Zhou Liang's plan, Chen Jiancheng's distrust of Zhou Liang, and his complaints about Li Xiuheng and others. In the end, it was the same old story, asking him to come back quickly and not do dangerous things outside. Chen Jiancheng said in a corny way that he knew he had been running around for his great cause, but without him, what was the point of completing the great cause, so he should come back quickly.
He chuckled and put the letter away again. At this time, someone downstairs also returned to the inn. He looked up and saw a familiar person. The person immediately waved happily: "Han Qing! You are here too, come down and have a drink with us!"
The scholar upstairs shifted his gaze slightly, and seeing the enthusiastic faces below, he smiled again: "Okay, I'll come."
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