In the prison of the Criminal Department.

Inspired by Zhao Gongzi, Wu Chengen finally had inspiration, and excitedly shouted to Xu Wenchang: "I announce that the best plot on the road to learning from the scriptures is about to be born!" ”

"Really, really?" Xu Weideng was so excited that he hurriedly urged: "Then you write quickly!" ”

"What's the hurry, I'll talk about it after I've thought about it for a while. I thought they were all like you, I came when I opened my mouth, and I wrote when I picked up my pen! Wu Chengen glanced at Xu Wenchang, and took Zhao Hao's hand affectionately and said:

"Quick, Childe, please sit down, let's talk about the plot later."

"Hey, that's a lifesaver." Xu Wei pursed his lips, but also looked at Zhao Hao expectantly.

"My son really wants to have a chat with my husband, which is enough to comfort his life!" Zhao Gongzi picked up Qiao. "But there's no time, we're going to Kunshan soon."

"Kunshan? Aren't Gui Youguang and Zheng Ruozeng's family there? Xu Wei's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Childe, let's accompany you to Kunshan." Wu Chengen has already made up his mind to stick to Zhao Hao like kraft candy, and he will never let go of him until he finishes writing "Journey to the West".

For a writer who has a long serial, it is like walking alone in the middle of the night in the vast sea. What a blessing and a luxury it is to have a light that can guide the way......

"Oh, I can't go to Kunshan." It's a pity that the light is paid, and I saw Zhao Gongzi frowning and saying with a sad face: "My father has just come out, and he is directly a parent. ”

"Hey, what am I going to do! It's so easy! Wu Chengen immediately took care of it and said: "The old man has been a staff member of the county magistrate for ten years, and he has also been a county magistrate for many years, and he knows everything about the things in the yamen, I will help your father deal with it, you don't need to worry!" ”

"That's not going to work," Xu Wei was anxious when he heard it. "Then you don't have time to write!"

"Isn't that easy?" I saw Zhao Gongzi smile and said, "You help him finish his daily errands quickly, and let him write a book for you to read the rest of the time." ”

"Think beautifully!" Xu Wei rolled his eyes and said, "That little in the county, is it also worthy of Lao Tzu?" ”

"In this way, my son is also in the mood to help Mr. Sheyang make suggestions." Zhao Hao ignored Xu Wei and said to Wu Chengen.

"Okay, that's it!" Wu Chengen felt that this arrangement was very appropriate. He sneered at Xu Wenchang: "If you don't help, don't expect to read another word!" ”

"Don't, don't, I can't help ......" Xu Weideng sighed helplessly. Alas, is it easy to be a book lover?

~~

Zhao Gongzi struggled to put the two old men, one tall and one fat, ...... Well, Xu Wei is a little old man, and he was invited out of the prison of the Criminal Department.

By the time they had completed all the formalities and came out of Taipingmen, the yamen was already about to get off work.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that the yamen left work too early.

Usually after a while, the officials of Nanjing City would carry bird cages, lead dogs, or go home in a good way, or hurry to various places to have fun.

Zhao Hao originally planned to take two guys who were not ghosts or ghosts to go home directly, and let the servants wash and comb the good students.

Who knew that Xu Wei proposed to go to the urn hall to take a bath.

Zhao Erye readily agreed, gave a thumbs up and smiled: "Wrapping water in the morning, water wrapping in the evening, old Nanjing." ”

Wu Chengen is also quite moved, and in addition to soaking in the ash, he can also soak in inspiration.

Zhao Gongzi has no interest in going into the bathhouse with a group of big men with his bare butts.

This is not in line with the identity of this son.

But Xu Weifei pulled him along, saying that he had suffered a loss during the day, and he had to watch it back.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to rush to the urn hall outside the Jubao Gate with the two old men under the leadership of Zhao Shouzheng.

The urn hall is right next to the Great Ho-eun Temple.

In order to commemorate the nurturing grace of his biological mother, Emperor Chengzu asked Zheng He to personally supervise and build the Great Bao'en Temple.

After completion, foreign envoys, dignitaries and dignitaries will come here to worship. Before worshipping, you have to take a bath here to cleanse yourself, so this was once the highest level of bathhouse in the Ming Dynasty.

Although the capital has long been moved to Beijing, there are no rules before entering the Great Bao'en Temple. However, the urn hall is still the top bathhouse in Nanjing, and it is deeply loved by noble officials.

The old man often stays in it for a day, and completely takes the bath as a life.

At dusk, the people came to the urn. Seeing the glittering glazed pagoda not far away, Zhao Hao patted his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, I still have an appointment with Master Xuelang today." ”

After saying that, he fled and left.

"He also said that he was honest, but he didn't dare to be honest." Xu Wei pouted.

"Leave him alone, let's go soak." Second Master Zhao pulled Xu Wei and Wu Chengen to the bathhouse. "How do young people know the beauty of bathing?"

"That's right." Xu Wei shook his long hair and walked into the urn hall like two yurts covered with tiles.

~~

The words are divided into two ends, and Zhao Hao really has an appointment with Xuelang.

To be precise, it was Xue Lang who asked him to come to Xiangguo Temple and said that he had something good to show him.

If he doesn't come, he will bring someone to blow the suona and invite him.

Hearing that he came to the appointment, Xue Lang was very happy, and ordered Xiao Shami to quickly open the temple door and welcome the arrival of Zhao Gongzi with the highest courtesy.

Watching the two vermilion lacquer doors slowly open, dozens of monks in robes, holding bowls and chimes, net bottles of wooden fish, and lined up in two groups to greet him, Zhao Gongzi was almost stunned.

"What are you trying to do?" Zhao Hao looked embarrassedly at the snow waves who were dressed in colorful robes, wearing a sangha hat and holding a purple gold staff.

"Thanks to the help of Lord Zhao, Dabao'en Temple can rebuild the temple and temple." Xue Lang said with a straight face: "If you don't want to repay your kindness, you will be a Shamen person in vain." This is a little bit of heart from the whole temple, thank you again Zhao Shizhu! ”

In the loud sound of Sanskrit, Xue Lang solemnly saluted Zhao Gongzi, and then led him to the temple.

After distancing himself from the monks below, Xue Langfang whispered, "Isn't it cool?" Generally, the governor and the prince come to have this treatment. ”

"I thank you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, and said in his heart, what is this? "It's still raining, you can really toss."

"It's also a practice." Xue Lang said with a reverent face.

It would have been more convincing if the two little novices who had given him an umbrella had left.

After speaking, he smiled faintly and said: "Besides, the little monk will leave immediately, if you don't toss it well, how can you be worthy of your own merits?" ”

"Hey, aren't you the host?" Zhao Hao asked strangely.

At the beginning, Xue Lang raised 50,000 taels of silver, and became the leader of Dabao'en Temple in one fell swoop, which was less than a year.

"Being in charge of mundane affairs is too complicated, and it involves too much cultivation." Xue Lang replied first, and then whispered: "It's enjoyable." ”

"That's right." Zhao Hao thought so, for the sake of the reputation of this Ming royal temple, he should not let this flower monk continue to be the host.

"And where are you going?"

"Kunshan Huiju Temple."

The third shift, the next shift is noon.