On June 23, the Luojing Imperial City under the moonlight, the silver dragon is coiled, and Cui Wei is solemn.

How many strangers are there, hoping that they can occupy a place in the alleys of Luojing, and live in peace for a long time at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Luojing City Baoshanfang Sheep Intestine Hutong, the name sounds indecent at first glance, but as soon as its nickname "Hanlin Hutong" is mentioned, it will make the people in Luojing City awe-inspired.

Most of the courtyards in the sheep intestine alley are small and clumsy, in Luojing, where every inch of land is expensive, the rent price is expensive, but no one will easily sell, more than a dozen courtyards on both sides of an alley have been passed down from generation to generation, and several of them are still the former residences of Zaifu. Regardless of whether it is a petty official with only one courtyard left in the middle of the family, or an adult who has an imperial residence or a mansion, no one will abandon the ancestral family business rooted in this treasure land.

In the middle of the alley, the courtyard door is closed, the courtyard sprinkled with silver glow is neat and elegant, and the shadows of the trees reflect the sound of recitation in the study.

"Kneel and suck the mother's fluid, and bow to the breast...... Don't hesitate to be filial piety, don't abandon ......", Gao Gong sat on the chair, gently stroked the short beard that had not been grown for a long time, and listened to the two sons under his knees standing in front of him upright, reciting in unison the new kneeling sheep song taught by the school teacher.

In the past two or three days, this "Kneeling Sheep Song" has gradually become popular in Luojing City, and the well-informed master will naturally teach his disciples in his schoolwork.

There is no other reason, but three words, "what is good!" ”。

Gao Gong Gao Changde, who is working for the editing of Hanlin, narrowed his long phoenix eyes in the child's clear voice, recalling the book that he was fortunate to see yesterday when today's son himself wrote it, and dismantled and figured out the meaning of the pen in his mind.

"To understand elegance depends on what a person writes, but also on how he writes." This is what Gao Gong, who was still a teenager, said when he listened to Zhou Xian's calligraphy at his uncle Zhou Xian's house. It is estimated that the sons of the Zhou family who were also present that day did not pay attention to these words, but Gao Gong kept them in mind.

Unlike the Zhou family, who had his father's support all the way, Gao Gong's father was on the same list as Zhou Xian, but he did not live well, and he died when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, so Gao Gong was more concerned about learning than the Zhou family.

Gao Zhou's two families are friends and Zhou Xian also has a bad experience, and he has a lot of mercy for the Gao family, Zhou Xian treats their brothers and sisters like children, and Gao Gong's sister Gao Hui is married to Zhou Xian's second son Zhou Bai.

As soon as Gao Gong heard Zhou Xian's guidance, he sensitively remembered his father's last words on his deathbed. "Now that he has ascended the throne at the age of ten, Zhou Xian is one of the attendants appointed by the Queen Mother. Although the Son of Heaven is supplemented by a Master in his schoolwork, your Zhou Shibo is young and inexperienced, and he only watches the Son of Heaven silently writing and posting all day long, but he is even closer to ......."

If you are familiar with today's brushwork, except for Zhou Xian, you don't think about it as a second person!

In the past two years, when the three eldest princes under the knee of today's son have all reached the age of marriage, the election of the princess by the order of the Son of Heaven is a major event, not to mention, there is a faint saying that after the princes have married harmoniously, the emperor will appoint the new prince of the Chen Dynasty. But Zhou Xian, who is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, has repeatedly resigned in front of the emperor since last year.

It seems that Zhou Xian was aware of some unknown intentions in advance, so he was not optimistic about the King of Qi from Concubine Xie Xian. Gao Gong lightly suppressed the cold light in his eyes, and vaguely judged in his heart.

Regardless of whether it is certain or not, he is also glad that because of the discord between his sister and Zhou Bai's husband and wife, the Gao family's dealings with the Xie family in recent years have been a face-saving relationship, and the Xie family, who is running around, does not think of him, a rigid and inconspicuous editor on weekdays. There are some things that are still not good for the Gao family, which is currently supported by him alone.

After another thought, Gao Gong listened carefully to the "Kneeling Sheep Picture Song" that the children were reciting, and secretly sighed about Zhou Xian's recent situation.

On June 15, at the end of a puja at the Great Mercy and Grace Monastery in the western suburbs of Luojing, the third son of the Emperor, King Liang, was assassinated.

Zhou Xian's fifth son, Zhou Zhe, was one of the assassins who was mistakenly killed by the assassins that day, and he was also the deceased with the most important status. The mural that he did not finish painting in the Great Ci'en Temple before his death was a group of kneeling sheep pictures, and the blood-spattered pictures were inscribed with this song "Kneeling Sheep Picture Song" with the meaning of Buddhist persuasion.

"Daddy!" After reciting the poem, the two boys who had been waiting for a long time looked at each other, and the younger Gao Wei stepped forward and whispered to Gao Gong outside the gods.

"A gentleman is not a weapon, what do you mean?" , Gao Gong lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two children, and suddenly asked.

"The instruments are suitable for their own purposes but cannot be communicated. A person of virtue has no body, so he is thoughtful, not a special talent and an art. The ten-year-old Gao Ji thought about it for a while, and the homework he had memorized was catchy.

Eight-year-old Gao Wei has a small head, a pair of black glass-like eyes turn lightly, and he is very smart, "But the child has also heard that there is a 'gentleman who does not understand', saying that it is ......"

"If you specialize in one talent and one art but not your net worth, you cannot be called a gentleman. The gentleman is benevolent and righteous, and the people are happy and obedient at the top, and the family is self-cultivation at the bottom! After intercepting Gao Wei's crooked reasoning, Gao Gong sighed and said solemnly: "Baishan filial piety first, the two of you can memorize the song well, but in the end, it is shallow, you must remember that it is still good to be gentle...... To gain fame and revive the reputation of the family is the ...... of true filial piety".

Gao Gong, who is upright and disciplined, has a hint of blush under his white skin, Zhou Zhe is both an in-law and a deceased, even if he comments behind his back so vaguely, he feels that he has lost his gentlemanly style.

Fortunately, the children's minds were extremely simple, and before they knew it, the crisp voices of the two boys had already begun to answer Gao Gong's other questions.

The father also threw away the faint discomfort that passed in his heart, and nodded frequently in the father-son question and answer.

Gao Gong's career started late, in addition to continuously guarding the filial piety of his parents, more importantly, in reading, he belongs to a steady and steady hard-working family. Gao's father is in Japan, and he once commented that his reading talent is not as good as his sister. Therefore, he has always thought that whether he became famous at a young age or a late adult, he would end up in the same place, as long as he was not as young as his sister-in-law Zhou Bai.

The two boys in front of him look very similar, but they are slightly different, with handsome faces, long eyebrows and eyes, straight noses and red lips, a pair of Zhilan Yushu, and Jinyu Shuanghui.

The eldest son has a steady track record, a solid learning, and a good style of quoting scriptures, so he is not worried. But the eight-year-old second son Gao Wei was a little more astute, Gao Gong's eyebrows crossed the hidden worries, and he deeply regretted that he had let the second son follow Zhou Zhe to learn painting for two years.

Zhou Zhe returned to Beijing and politely refused the Xie family's kindness to stay overnight, and took the servants to live in the Daci'en Temple in the western suburbs, except for regularly visiting Zhou Xian, not entering the door of the minister, and not paying respects, in order to show that Zhou Xian was burdened by the eldest son Zhou Song before he was involved in the corruption case and the Zhou family's integrity. This point, at the beginning of Zhou Zhe's entry into Beijing, Gao Gong figured it out after a little thought, so he guarded the door and watched coldly, unlike the Xie family, who must be entangled in the relationship between relatives and insisted on pulling Zhou Zhe to the door to show his closeness.

And Zhou Zhe stayed in the Great Ci'en Temple to paint murals, and when he died and everyone was called filial piety, as long as the people in Luojing City were not stupid, they all understood his original plan.

Nowadays, filial piety is extremely important, the Empress Dowager Xiao died in the sixth year of Showa, and the Son of Heaven changed to Yongde in the following year. And the Guangji Temple in the western suburbs of Luojing City was renamed as the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, and the Seven Treasures Futu Pagoda was built in the temple to worship. Since then, every year on the birthday of Empress Xiaociren on June 29, the Son of Heaven will drive to the Great Ci'en Temple to pray for incense.

The picture and song on the wall of Zhou Zhe, coupled with the harmony with Master Zhikong, the host of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple with Zhou Xianjiao, as long as the Son of Heaven remembers the bitterness of Zhou Xian who wants to return to his hometown to serve his old mother, it is easy to make Zhou Xian get rid of it.

It's just bad luck! The luck of the Zhou family's father and son was really bad, Zhou Zhe did not wait for the emperor to come in person, but waited for the assassin to kill the star. Zhou seemed to be gracious to the Son of Heaven, but as soon as he got out of prison, he had to go straight to the Great Ci'en Temple to collect his son's body, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.

Zhou Zhe's painting has been taught by the famous mainland master of this dynasty since childhood, and he is one of the few young people in the Chen Dynasty, and he has the spirit of a grandmaster. But no matter how talented you are, so what?

Returning from the study to the bedroom, his wife Huang served him to sleep in peace, and Gao Gong, who was very satisfied with his Qilin'er, praised Huang from the bottom of his heart, and then sighed and worried about his son's future, "The wife is virtuous and the husband is less troubled." Zhou Zhe did well in schoolwork when he was young, if he hadn't been in Yanzhou...... After stumbling in Yanzhou, he couldn't advance an inch, he could have an official position, or he had to serve the Son of Heaven, so why take such a risk, and he was killed in vain. Ji'er and Wei'er are getting older, you have to be more attentive to the people around them, don't be hooked......"

"The concubine knows!" , Huang nodded hurriedly in response, with a friendly smile on his face, gentle as jade.

In the small courtyard, a candle is shining on the childish side face of a child, holding a copy of the Analects that he opens and folds up with only a few lines in one hand, and picks up and puts down the book with the other hand, constantly adjusting the posture of covering.

"Gao Wei! Sleep! Gao Ji half-leaned on the head of the bed, urging dissatisfiedly. The two sons of the Gao family, a mother and a compatriot, are only more than a year old apart at the beginning and end of the year, and they live and go to school together every day, and the younger brother does not sleep at night, and he cannot live in peace.

"Brother, I know!" , Gao Wei turned his little face sideways, and while responding, he rearranged the scroll in his hand and put it on the table.

The small mouth that pursed up blew out the light and candle, and the smoke curled up to draw a faint gray line, Gao Wei touched an old scar on his left arm, and suddenly felt lost.

It should have been around this time last year, and it was also in this room......

"Brother Wei, gentlemen don't cry!" , A white and tender little hand blocked half of the book, and the little girl holding the book had a thick bandage firmly wrapped around her head, but her eyebrows were like a crescent moon, her smiling eyes were full, and she stared at the little boy whose left arm was changing dressings.

"Zhou Manyun, I read it wrong! It's not a crying word, it's a device, a gentleman is not a device! The little boy corrected word by word, very seriously, and forgot the pain for a while.

"Daddy! It was you who told Yun'er that the book says that gentlemen don't cry, I'm a good woman, and I can't cry all the time! But the little girl didn't buy it, and turned around and threw herself into the arms of a young man, with a look of unrelenting love......

"Don't cry? Don't cry...... Yun'er won't cry without her father?", Xiao Gaowei lay quietly on the bed, thinking about the old things, and a few clear and transparent tears quietly hung on his cheeks first.

In the dead of night, the sound of the drum is crisp, knocking down the dreams of a child. Gaojiayuan in Sheep Intestine Hutong is a piece of tranquility.