Outside the fence, the peasants had already returned home with hoes, and the hunters who had gone into the mountains had also harvested a lot, Zhong Cuiguan was assigned a hare, and his aunt cooked it into rabbit broth, and asked Zhong Cuiguan to bring a bowl to the old man.

Zhen Chuanting, who was teaching, did not return home on time. Zhen Chuanting once said that there was a very talented student in Yixue, named Zhao Dalang. Zhen Chuanting has always cherished talents, and he took great pains to send Zhao Dalang to Baling Calligraphy.

The night was getting colder, Yuan Lingjun, who was sitting on the stone slab, shivered, opened his eyes and looked around, there was a black shadow shaking next to the bamboo fence, and then pushed open the bamboo fence.

"I've been waiting." Zhen Chuanting bumped in with a bamboo and glanced at her. Yuan Lingjun shook his head and followed him into the house.

The food of the master and apprentice is steamed cakes and rabbit meat sent by the Zhong family, the meat taste is very light, and the flour is coarse and not fine, in today's situation, these can be regarded as delicacies.

After using up the food, the teachers and students sat down to talk as usual, Yuan Lingjun brought the cold fruit pulp in the well water to Wang Shi to relieve his fatigue, Zhen Chuanting took a sip, and the fruit pulp had a sweet taste. Yuan Lingjun felt that it was not sweet enough, so he put a lot of sugar in the pulp.

Zhen Chuanting drank a bowl of fruit syrup, and still closed his eyes and savored it. To this day, he does not have any confidence to guide Yuan Lingjun to the path of power, how can he guide a person who has no intention of fighting for power?

"Mingyu, it's about to be autumn, do you want to go back to Baling?"

Hearing Wang Shi take the initiative to mention this matter, Yuan Lingjun was obviously surprised, and immediately a pair of smiles appeared on his cheeks: "Wang Shi thinks it's okay?" My father must have thought that I was not strong enough to endure this little hardship. ”

"It's just that punishment should be enough, and I will do my best to convey your intentions, but the result may not be as you wish."

Afraid that Yuan Ling would not understand, Zhen Chuanting glanced at the student worriedly, and secretly remembered the one in the palace, who single-handedly supported and prospered the Fan family five years ago, and became the second heroine of Changshan Country under 10,000 people, fortunately, His Majesty was wise and decisive at the beginning, and did not completely throw the young queen to that kind of woman, and put it in the midst of a group of tiger and wolf generals, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Master Wang might as well not say it. Please don't tell my father about the theft, it's okay if he doesn't let me go back, it's because I did something wrong......"

Speaking of the back, Yuan Lingjun's voice became lower and lower.

It is a teacher's dereliction of duty for a student to misbehave. Zhen Chuanting often puts this sentence on his lips. This is not the first time Yuan Lingjun has made a mistake, it is no longer that the master is not strict in teaching, but she has her own problems, at first Yuan Lingjun didn't think so, listening to Fan Jiang said, the first sentence she learned in school was "The shore of the land, it is not the king's minister". It is said that children who have been sensitive to power since childhood will have a great future in the future.

Just now, Yuan Lingjun changed his opinion. A few days ago, she was beaten with a hand, and she didn't wronged her at all, because of her stubborn heart to make a stealing move, who knew that the Wang family child was so bold, chased out and threw a stone at her, and the appearance of hatred always appeared in front of Yuan Lingjun's eyes, reminding her how stupid and ignorant she was.

What is it that makes a child have that kind of look? Yuan Lingjun got the answer - the civilians in the war are getting poorer and poorer. The little sister of the Wang family was terminally ill, and the Wang family had to sell the only old hen to barely make up the cost of the medicine, and Yuan Lingjun happened to steal the life-saving chicken, and then learned the true situation and was condemned by conscience, she secretly sent the old hen back, and the little sister of the Wang family also got timely treatment and survived.

As the war intensified, no country could afford to endure the long-lasting and huge military consumption, the court was poor, innocent women, children and children kept dying in exile, and whether the successor army could continue to resist foreign invasion and end the troubled times, which was the common concern of many Jin people.

The war in the north of the Jin Dynasty, adjacent to the East China Sea and the southern border of Changshan State also failed to continue to maintain a peaceful and tranquil state, Zhen Chuanting received a letter from Changshan Palace, and set off for Baling early in the morning.

After Zhen Chuanting left, it rained heavily for several days in Tianguan County, and the bamboo slips used to learn the characters were not enough, Yuan Lingjun burned fire and sweat in the house, and after the sky cleared, the river was turbid, Yuan Lingjun took a group of wild children in the village to the Tianguan River at the foot of the mountain to fish in the troubled waters.

Zhong Cuiguan was still stroking the hard-won lyre, squeaky and squeaky, not into a tune. Zhong Cuiguan is very determined, in order to catch up with this autumn's music exam, get up early and be greedy for darkness, and immediately hold the lyre down the mountain as soon as he finishes his work.

"King Changshan is very happy, and there are many gifts and rewards for the musicians under the palace, and this path is the most suitable." When asked why he was so persistent in doing this, Zhong Cuiguan explained.

If Zhong Cuiguan wants to get ahead, he relies on a lyre in his hand. Before his death, the old gentleman in the village gave him a worn-out lyre and several piano scores, Zhong Cuiguan's talent is not bad, but if he wants to enter the strict selection of Changshan Palace Yuefu, I am afraid that it will not work, and he still needs a pianist to guide him.

It's strange today, for the first time, I didn't hear the familiar sound of the piano coming from the valley, and Zhong Cuiguan didn't have a drum and piano, what happened?

Yuan Lingjun had just come back from touching the loaches with the children in the village, her forehead, cheeks, and her whole body were covered with mud, and even her long hair was rolled into ** mud sticks, sticking to her back and chest one by one.

Climbing out of the grass, Yuan Lingjun found the boy who seemed to have lost his soul under the big rolling stone at the mouth of the mountain trail, Yuan Lingjun snorted coldly, and stood in front of the young man with his waist crossed, her neck socket was mixed with flying grass clippings, her clothes were wrinkled, and the whole person seemed to roll around in the mud pond, which was really different from the girl who loved beauty, but she never cared about these.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? What are you sitting there looking at? ”

Zhong Cuiguan tightened the lyre in his arms, his hands were abrupt, his face was pale, and after a while, Zhong Cuiguan trembled his lips and barely squeezed out a trace of voice: "Liuniang, no one will make you sleep in the future." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yuan Lingjun shook his head vigorously, and the grass clippings flew down.

"The Yan family came to withdraw from their relatives this morning, and Yuguan has already agreed, and my marriage with her will be over."

Speaking of this, the young man suddenly fell down and cried bitterly.

It turned out that his little Qingmei ran away with someone? Yuan Ling couldn't help but be happy, he usually read this kind of thing in miscellaneous books, and he had never experienced it himself, so how could he not be curious.

Zhong Cuiguan and Yan Yuguan are married in the abdomen. When Zhong Cuiguan and Yan Yuguan were still in the womb of their mother, the two old men orally agreed that if they gave birth to men and women, they would be married for a hundred years, continuing the friendship of the two families, and the two families gave birth to a boy and a girl after a full term.

After the two old people passed away one after another, Yan Yuguan's uncle traveled overseas to do business for a living, and opened a shop in the county in Changshan after returning to his hometown, and the business became bigger and bigger. After the Yan family's long house was rich, Yan Yu's housekeeper had a lot of status and face in the village, and at the beginning of the fashion and took into account the old man's last words, once the family was rich and noble, the heart of the family changed, and the Yan family just asked someone to tell the three daughters that they would set a marriage date, so they couldn't wait to rush to the Zhong family to withdraw the marriage contract of the young daughter.

"Why do you need to cry, the world is so big, there is always a place for you, it's better to run away with Yan Niangzi." The miscellaneous books write that talented and beautiful women elope with snowy nights and moonlit nights, and maybe it works.

It's just that Zhong Cuiguan is not a talent, and Yan Yuguan is not a beauty, they are the most ordinary pair of children in the world.

"Although my family is poor, but my ambition still exists, the Yan family can look down on me, but they can't insult my parents." The young man raised the lyre horizontally and accentuated his tone, "If you do something that violates filial piety because of your children's private feelings, I Zhong Cui has such a piano-"

Zhong Cuiguan suddenly stood up with the qin, Yuan Lingjun was startled, and just about to stop it, the young man had already raised the qin and slammed it to the rolling stone, Yuan Lingjun was stunned and shocked in place.

A loud crash reverberated through the mountains, and the lyre bent and broke off.

At the moment of the general, Yuan Ling couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was still not Zhong Cuiguan who smiled gently.

That's right, he is still Zhong Cuiguan, the caftan brown is still old, but it is extremely clean and tidy, and God also gave him a pair of bright eyes, so that he can see the ugly face of the world.

Zhong Cuiguan silently protested with his thin and proud figure, like a lyre broken in two, resolutely tragic, and burned to death in the scorching summer with his true and beloved young heart.

Seeing that he dropped the piano, is he not ready to take the music exam? Yuan Lingjun was stunned, picked up the remnant qin and chased after him: "You really don't play the piano?" You got it from the old gentleman, and now that it's broken, how can you make it up? That's not going to work, so you'd better think about it before you decide. ”

"If you can't eat your stomach, you can't cover your body, what's the use of a handful of broken wood!" Zhong Cuiguan glanced at the broken qin in her arms, and said lightly, "Take it and burn it." ”

"No!" Yuan Lingjun shouted loudly that she would never do anything to burn the qin and cook the crane in the future, she really killed the scenery.

Yuan Lingjun pushed the lyre into Zhong Cuiguan's arms and turned his head to leave, walked a few steps and stopped, turned his head and glared at Zhong Cuiguan: "Hey, you must go to Baling." ”

Some people don't need to disdain it because they have it and don't know how precious it is, but it's likely that others can't hope for it by all means. For example, a piano, or the identity of a musician.

This kind of ** from the bottom of her heart, Yuan Ling has no experience, she grew up on horseback from all over the world, made friends with Jianghu people, walked with foreign travelers, and was also a rich and delicate woman who regarded the advice of the ear as the wind in her ears.