What is so special about Wang Ziling? Compared with his brothers, he only has the advantage of "looking" quite long-sleeved and good at dancing. At least in Yang Qian's eyes, he could only barely find this special feature. Although Wang Zimu has outstanding qualifications and a kind temperament, he is too young to be sophisticated in human affairs; Although Wang Zixian is a beautiful son in the turbid world, he is stubborn and arrogant in his bones, and he is not easy to make friends with.

But even if it is this special point, Wang Ziling is just pretending. What kind of person is Yang Qian? The matter of the three brothers of the Wang family has already been found out clearly. Mo said that the temperament and preferences of the three of them, even the Wang family, who was far away in Shangzhou, had already sent someone to inquire. He also found that the Wang family had always favored Wang Ziling, and eighty percent threatened to apprentice, so Wang Zixian had to endure humiliation and beg him. Who knew that Wang Zimu had a deep friendship with his brother, and he couldn't bear to plead with his brother, so he hurriedly said it.

is such a brother and brother, and he is ruthless to give up Wang Ziling, it is simply God helping him! If Wang Ziling can dominate the two brothers of the Wang family, what else can they do in the future? Sooner or later, it will be used by him, at his disposal. No matter how brilliant the prince's talent is, and how similar his temperament is to him, having such a family dooms him to nothing.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian's eyes flashed, as if he had some plan. And Wang Ziling frothed at the mouth for a long time, but he didn't see any reaction from him, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Wang Zixian sat next to him, still with a slight smile on his face, but he felt that it was all a sarcastic smile, as if they were mocking his previous confidence.

He couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and felt very ashamed, but he still didn't want to give up, so he suddenly said: "Speaking of which, eldest brother, our family and Brother Yang are also relatives, right?" ”

The prince was stunned, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he said lightly: "The family has always had many marriages, but in fact, they are all distant relatives. After saying that, he furrowed his eyebrows, looked at Yang Qian, and arched his hand: "Brother Yang doesn't have to take it to heart, we have never had any thoughts of climbing relatives." Sure enough, as he expected, Wang Ziling's methods were nothing more than that. Could it be that he thought that the declining relatives who were separated by several rooms could also make this Yang Xiangtou feel compassion? Tsk, that's naïve, isn't it? How many times has the dignified Langya Wang's face been thrown on the ground and stepped on by him?

Yang Qian's heart turned sharply, and a gentle smile suddenly bloomed on his handsome face: "Since they are relatives, why have Zixian and Zimu never mentioned it?" Don't you dislike our Hongnong County Mansion? Of course, the people he sent to Shangzhou inquired about it, and the two wives that the royal father married successively were all daughters of the Yang family of Hongnong. However, the big Yang clan and the little Yang clan are both from the Huayin room, and they are a little far away from their blood relationship. But if you calculate it carefully, of course, it is also your own relatives.

But he thought about it wrongly, relatives have their own relatives' benefits, and any elder is enough to suppress their brothers, so why bother so much effort? What's more, Wang Zixian has always been unhappy with his parents, if he gets appreciation and attention from the Yang family, he will definitely trust and rely on the Yang family more. What about the surname king? Wouldn't everyone be happy to marry another Yang girl?

"Brother Yang is serious, how dare we dislike the county mansion?" I heard the prince say, "It's just that my parents haven't mentioned it at home, so it's not good to visit me rashly." And the blood relationship is too far away, and mentioning these things suddenly is afraid that it will only increase Brother Yang's unhappiness. After all, the three of us brothers came to Chang'an just to study. If you can solve the matter of food, clothing, housing and apprenticeship by yourself, why bother the elders of the Yang family? ”

Yang Qian smiled brightly: "If it weren't for Ziling mentioning it, how could our cousins recognize each other?" In that case, you should indeed be blamed for being too outside. He glanced at Wang Ziling with a smile, and said, "Since Ziling is my own family, of course I have to recommend him to Mr." Even if you don't worship for the time being, and study with your husband, there will definitely be a day when you will officially enter the school. He didn't completely decide on this matter, thinking that he was still worried about Wang Ziling's qualifications and temperament. But with this sentence, Wang Ziling can already be regarded as one of Mr. Zhou's half disciples.

So, Wang Ziling couldn't help but be ecstatic and thanked him repeatedly; Wang Zimu also solemnly thanked him, raised his eyes and looked at his eldest brother. As for the prince, as the eldest brother, of course, the etiquette is more grand and thoughtful.

Yang Qian seemed to regard them as real cousins, and said with a smile: "If you really want to thank me, you will come to my house with a courtesy?" Presumably, my grandfather and aunt also want to meet your brothers. ”

Since he was so gracious, the prince had no choice but to agree. Now that it's almost the lunar month, it's really time to give Boxing gifts everywhere. The first time they visited the Hongnong County Mansion, they naturally had to be more cautious, and the gifts should not be neglected. Of course, Wang Zixian never thought of taking out his own assets to buy gifts for the Yang family. It was necessary to "remind" Wang Ziling to rush back to Shangzhou to explain the stakes, so that Xiao Yang's family had to cut the flesh hard. If he plans to love his son, he must be willing to cut his flesh and let his blood go.

Wang Ziling successfully apprenticed to his teacher, so naturally he would not attribute the credit to the prince and the prince. On the contrary, he thought that he had already worshiped a famous teacher, but Wang Zixian had always been just a student of Guozijian who was not cared about, and immediately reverted to his former domineering appearance in Shangzhou.

Of course, Wang Zimu is unhappy for the eldest brother, but at the same time, he also understands that the second brother is so selfish - if the eldest brother is better than him, appreciated by others, and has a greater future than him in the future, he will be unhappy in every way, and he wishes to be able to interfere with it; If the eldest brother is not doing well, and the situation is not as good as him, he will be complacent. Nature is like this, it can't be changed, and maybe it doesn't need to be changed.

Wang Zixian has long been used to it, and he doesn't take this kind of jumping clown to heart. What about two stabbing sentences? As long as Yang Qian and Wang Ziling don't use any tricks for the time being, he can continue his studies with peace of mind. He was very satisfied with his life in the country—and of course, he would be even more satisfied if he could find a good gentleman.

On this day, Li Hui once again came to Guozijian on a whim to visit his best friend. At this time, Wang Zixian had just finished writing a policy and was about to hand it over to Zuo Siye for comment. So the two went to the third entrance of the courtyard together.

At that time, the heavy snow was falling like flying flotsam, and the two of them walked forward in the snow, and they couldn't even see the road ahead for a while, as if only the two of them were left between the vast heaven and earth. The prince held an oil-paper umbrella and stopped abruptly. Li Hui raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, and the snowflakes were swept up by the wind, staining his dark mink fur.

It is clearly a familiar face, but in the cold snow, it seems to have a little more special color. Black hair and black clothes, white snow and white skin, with picturesque eyebrows, and a vigorous and heroic spirit that cannot be mistaken. The spine of the body has not yet grown, and it is a little thin, but it can still attract people's attention.

The snow flutters on the umbrella surface, moving and still, and still and moving. It's like a picture scroll in front of you, obviously so vivid, but people can't help but want to paint the scenery and save it forever. The prince was stunned for a long time, and Fang slowly came back to his senses. From beginning to end, Li Hui did not say anything to disturb him, but seemed to have discovered the beauty of the surrounding scenery at this time, and he was almost fascinated by it.

"Hey! You two young men, why are you standing in the snow in a daze?! An old man with gray hair and beard walked over with a heavy scroll, looked at them, and laughed strangely, "That is, at your age, there is such leisure and sorrow!" Even the snow scene can be stunned! It's really carefree......" He snorted twice, walked past them, and suddenly slipped under his feet.

Li Hui reacted almost immediately, stretched out his hand to hold him, and almost brought himself to the ground. The prince hurriedly threw away the umbrella, propped it firmly behind him, helped him to lift the old man up, and then silently went to pick up the scattered scrolls. A slight glance at the wooden sticks hanging from the scroll revealed that these were all the strategies made by the students of the Six Schools. The person in charge of the six-year-old exam is undoubtedly the master of the Guozijian book, and he is almost invisible on weekdays, and only at this time is he so busy that his feet do not touch the ground.

The master snorted and beat his old waist, barely resisting the urge to grin his teeth, and said unceremoniously: "You two should both be students of Guozijian, right?" Help me move these ideas to the public office next to me. ”

Wang Zixian raised his eyes to look at Li Hui, but saw that he only bowed his head slightly, helping the old man forward. So he followed him with the scroll in his hand and came to the chamber where the main book was kept. There are all kinds of book scrolls scattered all over the place, and there is simply nowhere to put your feet. The two of them had never seen such a messy place, and they couldn't help but be stunned. The master bookkeeper didn't care, stepped on the scattered scrolls, casually swept a clearing next to the bookcase, and hummed and half-lay down to rest.

"Now that they have all been promoted to the National Prison, presumably it should be okay to look at the strategies of the six scholars? You two will read these strategies for me, give them a grade, and then you can leave. The master bookkeeper pressed the old waist and continued to support them, while he leaned on the hidden sac, and his words and deeds were very calm.

"......" Li Hui sat down with a smile and motioned for the prince to dedicate it to him. Although he did not carefully learn how to write a strategy - because his grandfather taught poetry, and he was the least good at poetry. However, whether it is strategy or poetry, at least he knows how to appreciate and comment. And Wang Zixian writes a policy almost every two or three days, and the evaluation is not a problem.

After reading these strategies, the two were placed in other tasks by the master. After more than 100 articles were evaluated, the sky had gradually darkened, and an afternoon had passed.

The master asked the prince to light the candlestick, and after a cursory look at the results of their evaluation, he muttered, "Your vision is extremely accurate...... Hey, where do you seem to have seen this handwriting? After saying that, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at the prince with blazing eyes: "Could it be that you have written two strategies before, one is "The monarch makes the ministers courteous, and the ministers are loyal", and the other is "My way is consistent"? ”

The prince was slightly stunned and replied: "When the student was studying in Guozi, he did write two such strategies. ”

The main bookkeeper looked at the scroll that showed a corner of his sleeve again, and his eyes lit up: "Could it be that this is your new work?" Show it to me! ”

Wang Zixian did not hesitate and handed him the strategy. The main book opened and looked at the title, and couldn't help laughing: "It's actually 'three tables and five baits'?" You're a lot of guts! The people who are selected by others are all the topics in the Nine Classics, but you are studying the Han Fu Shiwen? That's good! That's good! Go! Come back to me tomorrow!! ”

"Thank you, sir, for your advice." After the prince saluted him, he took his leave with Li Hui.

The two of them held the umbrella again and walked in the snow, but the strange feeling of that moment was no longer found. And Li Hui was still unaware, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Zixian has reached your master-apprentice fate?" He vaguely felt that this master bookkeeper should not be an ordinary person. At least in terms of temperament, it seems to be very freewheeling, and he doesn't take other people's thoughts to heart at all. Amazingly, he doesn't feel disgusting, but seems to take it for granted, as if he should be such a person.

"Perhaps." The prince hooked the corners of his mouth, and the oil-paper umbrella moved to his side, letting the snow sprinkle half of his body.