It's been years since I've had this kind of excitement.

After finishing a lesson, Nameless got up and said: "Wei Zheng, the virtuous minister in history, is divided into four parts, the first part is Wei Zheng's origin; The second part: the change of Xuanwumen; The third part is Wei Zheng and Tang Taizong, and the fourth part is Wei Zheng's virtuous exploits. After a pause, holding the tea cup in his hand, Jiang Shupeng got up and added tea to him, and said anonymously: "Look at everyone today, we are also attentive, and the poor road will explain the latter part as appropriate, if you don't want to listen, you can leave quietly, don't disturb the interest of others." ”

Tang Guan hugged his fists and said: "I didn't expect the Taoist chief to study Wei Zheng so finely, I admire it, and I am willing to listen to the Taoist chief." ”

Lectures can be as wonderful as storytelling, which requires foundation.

The nameless son began to talk about the second part, and the talk was wonderful, the Shen family sent a girl to invite everyone to a luncheon, standing outside the courtyard gate, and was stopped by the little maid, "The old man has an order, no one should be disturbed, and the nameless Taoist is teaching everyone." ”

At this moment, even Su Yan led a few young ladies to sit in the side hall, set up refreshments, and listened frequently.

Shen saw that the girl was back again.

Zhang Shuangshuang said worriedly: "How is this good, there are a lot of dishes made in the big kitchen today, and I don't eat them one by one." ”

Li Biling thought that everyone gathered around the nameless Taoist and forgot to eat, even Jiang Shuncheng was also attracted, and the men of the Jiang family all passed over one by one, even Jiang Shuqi, who only read the books of sages.

Su Yan was sitting in the side hall, and when she saw the girl coming outside the courtyard a few times, she came out with her skirt and the north wind howled.

The girl saw Su Yan. "The old man, the old man, and the guests don't have a luncheon, how can it go on like this."

So Yeon nodded, indicating that she knew what she had said. "I'll take a look."

After the third part, Su Yan coughed lightly, stood outside the door and said, "Uncle, is it not too late to have a luncheon first, and then talk after eating." ”

Nameless is on the rise, and I haven't enjoyed it for many years.

He didn't want to eat. Now he feels that he has been himself again, and he can finally get back a little feeling from his previous life.

Jiang Shuncheng said loudly: "If you are hungry, go to the wing room for a banquet." ”

There was a room full of people, and not a single one moved.

Nameless drank a few sips of water, as if chatting, and as if analyzing with everyone, the teaching method made everyone feel very exciting. Even Jiang Chuan, who heard the master's lecture on weekdays, widened his eyes and listened very energetically.

Nameless drank two teas in a row and was about to go out.

Thinking to himself, only two didn't want to eat, so he continued.

When he returned, there was a room full of people, and none of them left. I saw that the people sent all the food to the side room, and added a small red clay stove to keep warm.

Nameless continued the lecture and talked about the fourth part.

After that, he drank two cups of tea in a row.

Jiang Shupeng and several students rushed to add water to him, with a look of admiration, they had never heard of such a character, but when they heard that it was a master outside the world, they all sincerely admired it.

"Wei Zheng of the Virtuous Ministers in History" is already two o'clock in the hour.

Nameless said: "Let's eat first." After using it, rest for half an hour, and leave if you want to leave. ”

Zhou Xun only felt that this nameless son was much better than his brother, Zhou Daxue, citing scriptures, which chapter and which section of the history book contained, it was clear that even Zhou Daxue couldn't do it. He hugged his fists and said, "Please ask the chief, the topic of the lecture in a while is ......"

Nameless said: "Wei Qing, a famous general of the Han Dynasty." ”

I've never had the face to teach like this. The characters in history are analyzed so thoroughly, their occasional confusion, their persistence, and their persistence are so vividly explained.

Wei Zheng was a Wenchen. Wei Qing is a military general.

Shen also made the big kitchen reheat the dishes, and hot rice and soup were delivered.

The crowd was eating and talking in a whisper.

After eating, Nameless went to sit on the couch, swallowed and exhaled, and regularly massaged a few large acupoints, and then closed his eyes and raised his god for two quarters of an hour.

When they returned to the flower hall, everyone had already sat down, each holding a tea cup, and looked at Nameless with a wistful expression.

In Nameless's eyes, it was a thirst for knowledge, and he coughed lightly and briefly stated that this part of the lecture was divided into several parts, and the main points of each part.

The students who already had intentions took the pen and ink and began to record.

Nameless almost in one go, without hesitation, he talked about the rise and fall of Wei Qing like a river, he is not arrogant, and his lost and unfallen temperament is respectful.

Jiang Chuanyuan listened to it from the side, and felt that his father and he should be famous generals like Wei Qing, although they were martial artists, they knew etiquette, knew how to advance and retreat, and left a name for themselves through the ages.

It was getting late, and the girls of the young ladies came to urge, and Su Yan whispered to send her out of the hospital, and her own girl was sent to the second door.

Zheng Han was almost stunned, he didn't expect this nameless man to be so powerful, eloquent, what a talent. She is a female household, and she has the final say at home, so she stayed and listened to Su Yan in the side hall, and the two of them sat lazily on the warm couch, as if they were dreaming.

Fascinated by this, Zheng Han asked, "Su Yan, who is your uncle?" ”

Su Yan was about to blurt out the name of "Xie Wenjie", but then smiled, "A Taoist priest, he just likes to study historical figures." ”

Nameless's class lasted until the second and third quarters.

At this time, the night is as thick as ink.

The thirsty student respectfully stepped forward and asked, "Is the Taoist still going to talk tonight?" ”

Nameless was also impassioned, raising his robe, "What else do you want to hear?" ”

Tang Guan said: "How about talking about poetry and articles? ”

Nameless pondered for a moment, "Then I used the dinner party to talk about the poetry faction." ”

The students listened to the question and did not dare to leave.

The Shen family also ordered the girls to send the dinner meals, and naturally there were a few jars of bamboo leaves, and they specially sent most of the jars of fruit wine to the nameless son to warm up.

Zheng Han sat up, "Your master was like this before he went down the mountain, did he teach hundreds or thousands of Taoist priests all day long?" I'll talk about it now. ”

He doesn't tell the Taoist priest, at most he talks to the vassals and Bai Feng, his eloquence is good, and no one can say it, that is, the vassal mountain people play tricks every time they say it, but they have to admire the nameless. This is also the reason why Nameless can be one of the six elders at a young age.

"On the mountain, he didn't have time to speak, at most he spoke to a few trees."

Zheng Han didn't say anything, "He listened really well, the two of us have been listening to it for almost a day, and we are not sleepy at all, it is really interesting." ”

After the dinner, the girls added two small red clay stoves, and put a copper kettle on each stove to boil, and when there was boiling water, everyone added it by themselves, and carried two buckets of water and put it aside.

As if in a hurry, the nameless son returned to his room where he was resting, meditating, massaging, and closing his eyes to recuperate. After that, he took a pen, ticked the paper for a while, took the paper in his hand, and returned to the flower hall.

"When it comes to poetry, the style of poetry is roughly divided into seven schools: majestic, bold, gloomy, sad, handsome, diluted, and expansive. In terms of genres, it can be divided into realism and romanticism. The words are divided into: bold and graceful. The characteristics of the Xionghun faction are: strong bones, strong mountains and rivers, swallowing the universe, open-minded, magnificent, immense, majestic...... "He said, holding the piece of paper he wrote, after Jane said, began to speak in detail one by one, and recited their poems aloud, and the students tasted carefully.

Su Yan had heard similar things from the vassal mountain people before, and she fell asleep after listening to them, and Bai Zhi smiled and added a quilt to her.

Zheng Han said: "My God, I can fall asleep if it's so exciting." ”

Jiang Chuanchuan listened to it with great enthusiasm, and used to think that poetry was difficult, but after commenting on the various factions, he would put forward some suggestions on how to write poems of this school, which is a suggestion, it is basically to teach people how to write poetry.

Jiang Chuanyuan said excitedly to Jiang Chuanyuan: "Brother, I can also write poetry now." ”

Although he said quietly, the student immediately stared back, thinking that he was talking, he stuck out his tongue and continued to listen attentively.

Jiang Shupeng and Jiang Shuqi held the pen and recorded silently.

The Jiang Chuansi brothers were also recording, and even Jiang Shuhong pointed his finger at the Jiang Chuansi brothers from time to time, signaling them not to miss it.

The north wind outside the window was whistling, and I don't know when, snowflakes were floating, but in the flower hall of Qingzhuyuan, there was a thriving image, and all the students, even with Jiang Shuncheng, listened to it with relish.

After the nameless son spoke the poems of the three factions, he only felt that his mouth was dry, his throat was smoking, and he took a few sips of tea, "You can try to write a poem each, and Poor Dao will comment on one or two for you." ”

This is a great opportunity, with the guidance of a master, listening to him, it is better than reading a book for ten years.

Even the Jiang brothers scrambled to write poems and handed them in.

Nameless called Tang Guan to stand aside and read to him one by one. He closed his eyes slightly, and asked everyone to help comment, revise, and express their opinions. After everyone finished speaking, Nameless commented on the style and words, and sometimes changed three or two words to everyone.

Jiang Shuncheng had already ordered his subordinates to prepare rock sugar lotus seed soup for the fire, and personally served a bowl and handed it to the nameless son, and the other students were also served by the girls to eat a bowl.

Nameless talked about the poems of the fourth faction, and even talked about the representatives of this faction and brief life deeds, and took their poems as examples, interpreting them one by one, examples and feelings, even if Jiang conveyed the understanding he could understand, he actually wrote a decent poem and handed it in, which surprised Jiang Shuncheng.

After the lecture, he asked everyone to make a similar style according to the routine, and also talked about the essentials that need to be mastered to write this style of poetry.

Everyone felt that the night was very fruitful.

The little guy outside the courtyard gate heard that the nameless voice was gone, thinking that he had finished speaking, and stood outside the flower hall and said loudly: "The old waiter, the eldest master, and the third master, the time has come to enter the palace, and I am afraid that it will be too late if I don't enter the palace." ”

Jiang Shuncheng was so angry that he wanted to scold.

Nameless stood up, listened carefully, and said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "It's snowing outside." ”