"Thank you Elder Feng for your advice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Gratitude to Feng Qiumo is sincere, Mei Xueyan has heard some of it, if it weren't for Feng Qiumo's advocacy and suppressing those criticisms, Mei Xueyan would not be able to stand here.

"Master Zhou doesn't like me, most of the time the student is not acting properly enough, so he makes Master Zhou unhappy, and he should respect the master, but the student is also offended, and he does not fulfill the student's etiquette in a hurry, which inevitably makes Master Zhou misunderstand that I am arrogant, Master Zhou is generous, and he doesn't care about me, and the student is grateful."

If there is enough time, of course Mei Xueyan will bear it, but time is not waiting, Lin Sanlang is about to go home, Mei Xueyan has no power to parry in front of Mrs. Lin, she only thinks about how to get admitted to a higher academic position, solve the difficulty, and have no extra time to deal with Zhou Zuoren, Shen Ziwen and others.

It's not that you can't do it, it's that you don't want to do it.

Following Master Zhou's temper, Mei Xueyan can also be false and wrong, not to be honest, and outsiders can't tell anything, but she wastes her energy here, and it is difficult for her to make an inch in a month.

"Oh? Do you want to take the county exam this year? ”

Feng Qiumo heard her voice and asked with interest.

"Well, the head of the case is just a false name, and the show is the real fame."

Feng Qiumo pinched his goatee with satisfaction and said: "It is rare that you can not be blinded by honor and fame, but you have just learned the scriptures and righteousness, and you have not precipitated practice, not to mention fighting for the position of 'Maocai', even if you can be hired as a Xiucai, it is still unknown, although there were one or two Xiucai in the same year, but most of them are late bloomers and have been accumulated for a long time." ”

Maocai is the same as the head of the case, and he is the first among the talents.

Feng Qiumo has high hopes for her, so he wants her to compete for Maocai, instead of rushing to take the "same year Xiucai", and even taking the Tongsheng and Xiucai exams within a year, which can be regarded as a beautiful thing, but after all, it is not as good as Maocai, the head of the dignified Xiucai, and the government also wants to issue a plaque.

Mei Xueyan wanted to say that the reason why she was urgent was a helpless move, if she could be a young lady who was not controlled by others, drink tea and embroidery every day and talk about her affairs, she would not have to participate in this Laoshzi imperial examination with a group of men, but she could only fight for it by herself.

Now, she can't bear to live up to Feng Qiumo's expectations, so she can't say many words.

Seeing that Mei Xueyan hesitated, but her eyes were resolute, Feng Qiumo knew that she had made up her mind.

"You have made your own decisions, and it is useless for me to say more."

Feng Qiumo thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "I should have known your girl's nature, you are different from Ma Jinqi, he would rather save for an extra year for the position of Maocai, you don't value these, or not, you won't be burdened by fame and fortune in the future." ”

Unconsciously, Feng Qiumo has regarded Ma Jinqi and Mei Xueyan as his two most proud disciples, although the talents are comparable, but the personalities are very different, in comparison, Feng Qiumo himself is indifferent to fame and fortune, although Ma Jinqi has a bright future in the future, but he prefers Mei Xueyan who is similar to himself.

Knowing that Feng Qiumo had misunderstood, Mei Xueyan was secretly ashamed, she was not Tao Yuanming, she was just forced to do so.

"I'm disappointed Elder Feng."

"Huh...... It's just a lot of talent, maybe you will come back with a female champion for me in the future! Feng Qiumo shook his head and said, "If Jingguo is really a peaceful and prosperous world, you will not be worse than Jinqi in the future, but the world is dirty, you will definitely have a harder, I just suffer the loss of refusing to bow my head." ”

Does Feng Qiumo regret it? After teaching all his life, there are countless peaches and plums, and there are very few people who satisfy him, and when he is at this age, he only meets two people who make him blue-eyed, and naturally his expectations are very high, Mei Xueyan does not compete for Mao Cai, he does have some regrets, as for the female champion, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, just his words of encouragement.

"I won't talk about things in the future, I came to you today, I want to discuss poetry with you, your "Charcoal Seller" and "Momei" are very good, poetry is a thing that pays attention to aura, like me, immersed in decades, and I haven't made a few decent poems."

Feng Qiumo said as he removed the book, found a piece of rice paper, and handed it to Mei Xueyan.

"On that day at the Zhongshan Pavilion Literary Conference, I occasionally sighed and wrote such a poem, but after thinking about it, it is always unsatisfactory, you can help me take a look and give me some pointers."

Mei Xueyan was surprised, Feng Qiumo is an old pedant, she is just a child, she used to be unknown, Feng Qiumo is a dignified person, and Wu County Ling is on an equal footing, and he actually lowered his own price, let her give advice, just this shameless mind is admirable.

If you change someone, such as a talent like Zhou Fuzi, they will definitely not be able to pull off their faces.

"Students don't dare to speak presumptuously, let alone give advice, if they have any opinions, they naturally know everything, Feng Lao should not be surprised."

"No blame, no blame."

Feng Qiumo's old eyes became shiny, like a child holding homework to show the teacher, Mei Xueyan was a little awkward, but she admired his innocence more and more.

Lin'an Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains, the spring breeze blows on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The poem is still superior, and what is particularly rare than ordinary poetry is that Feng Qiumo's state of mind, although he is old and no longer young, he still retains a heart to serve Jingguo, and the spring breeze blows across the waterfront of the south of the Yangtze River, when will the bright moon shine on me to return to the capital?

Reminiscent of Feng Qiumo's depreciation, the rest of his life in Lin'an, a small remote place, he was unable to display his ambitions, seeing that year after year, the four seasons rotated, and the older others were, the stronger their hearts became, which was embarrassing.

This poem has the talent to go out of the county, if it is not for the rhetoric is too prosaic, it should be able to reach the house.

"I'm a little dissatisfied with the third sentence, the word "blow" has been changed many times, or is it too rigid, and the spring breeze blows on the south bank of the river? Again? Full again? Again? …… You help me see which one is more appropriate, I'm so anxious, I'm not satisfied with any of them, and I always feel that there is a lack of aura. ”

Feng Qiumo leaned over as he spoke, not noticing that his sleeves were stained with ink.

"Feng Lao is not in a hurry, poetry is not in a hurry, sometimes I think about it, and I don't know the essentials, but sometimes I have a flash of inspiration, maybe I will write like a god."

Feng Qiumo sat on the chair for a long time before he said: "That's right, it's useless to be anxious, so let's take it back, you are young and flexible, maybe you will come up with a clue." ”

"Okay."

Mei Xueyan folded the paper neatly and put it away, and asked Feng Qiumo about some doubts in the lecture on the scriptures, Master Zhou's lecture was slow and chaotic, and when he finished all the lectures, it was estimated that it would take three years, but Mei Xueyan couldn't wait.

Feng Qiumo also patiently instructed at the beginning, and slowly became more and more frightened, in just a few days, Mei Xueyan had already finished reading a thick book of lectures, and instead of browsing it, she read it intensively, and the questions she asked often surprised Feng Qiumo, and she could only answer accurately after thinking for a while.

In the back, it was already beyond the content of the lecture, Mei Xueyan's ideas were wild, while Feng Qiumo was full of poetry and books, and from time to time she talked about it and led it elsewhere, Mei Xueyan's novel and ingenious understanding made Feng Qiumo suddenly realize.

From Feng Qiumo's pointing, to asking questions, Mei Xueyan answered, and finally almost the two of them discussed together, sometimes Feng Qiumo was speechless, and Mei Xueyan was insightful, and some of the insights were simply appalling, Feng Qiumo was almost listening, as if he was turning upside down, he was studying, and Mei Xueyan was lecturing.

"The excessive concentration of power by the king is only suitable for the beginning of the founding of the country, and if you really want to consolidate the country forever, you must decentralize the power and gather the strength of loyal ministers...... The more common the indoctrination is, the wisdom of the people is opened, and perhaps in the future, it will no longer be a person who is the emperor, but the election of the people, and the glory of Yao Shunyu is not unexpected...... Hey, Old Feng, what's wrong? ”

Feng Qiumo suddenly paused, looked at Mei Xueyan blankly, and his eyes were scattered.

"Oh, where did you go?" Feng Qiumo came back to his senses and said, "Forget it, these are all policy questions, and you may be able to pass the state test in the future, but the county test only has Jingyi, so let's not talk about it for the time being." ”

Mei Xueyan only regarded him as an old man full of wealth, a teacher she trusted, and she didn't notice that she had already said a lot of digressions, and there were some things that sounded "rebellious".

"Then Elder Feng has another question, right?"

Feng Qiumo waved his hand and said: "No need, I thought you had a rough understanding of the writing of the scriptures, but I never thought that you had already comprehended it thoroughly, it seems that in this year's county exam, you may not be able to be elected Maocai...... However, what you just said, you must never talk about it to anyone else. ”

"Students saved."

Mei Xueyan was also solemn, if she was heard by someone with a heart, it would be easy to punish her for the crime of beheading.

"I heard that you are not valued in the Lin Mansion, and you have only read for three days for the examination of children, how can I hear you talk about the past and the present, as if you are like a sea of knowledge?"

"Uh...... There are thousands of books in the Lin Mansion, and I will go to look through them if I have nothing to do, as for the three-day children, they are all rumors. ”

Mei Xueyan made a nonsense reason, in fact, she was instructed by the Shen family to work in the past, where did she have the free time to study? But you have to be famous, it's not good to be too swaggering and demonic, it's not good to be too ordinary, and you're bullied.

The degree of it has to be measured and grasped by yourself.

"I also said, this makes sense, is it possible that there are really Wenqu stars who have descended to earth......"

Feng Qiumo muttered to himself, and said: "You are proficient in literature and history, poetry and scripture, as long as there are no mistakes in the county exam, Xiucai should be nine out of ten, but you must not be slack, there are people outside the world, remember, with me, I will not let any treasure beads be dusted, even if it is a person sent by the Academy of Literature, hum." ”

Mei Xueyan didn't know who he was referring to, and listening to his tone, it was like the Sun Inspector sent by the Academy of Literature, and she had a lot of objections to her at that time.

"Thank you, Elder Feng."

Mei Xueyan sighed with emotion, if it weren't for Feng Yuanjun's protection, up to Inspector Sun, down to Master Zhou, she would be unable to move an inch, but fortunately, there are still people as upright as Feng Qiumo in this world.

Putting aside these distracting thoughts, when Mei Xueyan left the house, she saw Xue Fang and his wife still waiting outside.

Xue Fang held the manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story" in his hand, and read it with relish.