In the royal capital, in Fan Ming's study

The silk windows of the warm pavilion are separated from the wind and snow, and the pale golden winter sun spills into the room through the thin silk, and the warmth covers half of the room.

Fan Ming held the book, the full volume of ink characters and the warm sunlight made him drowsy, he nodded his head sleepily, and read the poem in his mouth: "Chang Di Zhihua, Hu Bu Weiwei." Whoever is today, Mo-Mo-"

"What is it?"

Fan Ming was still stunned, and picked up casually: "Mo Ru brother." After finishing speaking, he suddenly reacted, and a spirit came to his senses, hurriedly stood up, and shouted in a weak heart: "Master." ”

Standing opposite Fan Ming was an old man, with gray hair, an old-fashioned and serious face, who was specially invited by the eldest lady to teach Fan Ming. The old man's name is Yan Ji, and he is a well-known scholar in the Jin Kingdom. Fan Ming is a naughty character, he never likes books, he only likes to play and have fun. Because of Fan Ming's identity, the masters of the clan did not dare to be in charge of him, and even indulged his overlord temperament. The eldest lady also had no choice, so she had to ask Old Master Yan to go out of the mountain in person to deter. Old Master Yan was the master of Fan Jihui and Fan Jiyou, the old man was already very old, and he had already retired to the mountains and forests.

"You really can't see it like that?" Old Master Yan looked at Fan Ming and asked.

Fan Ming lowered his head and defended hesitantly: "No, Master, it's just that the sun is too warm, and if you don't pay attention, you will-"

"Excuses." Old Master Yan said.

When Fan Ming heard this, he closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more. He lowered his head, his eyes wandered around, and he pursed his lips, just waiting for the master to open his mouth to rebuke, and he was used to it for the past two days. But today, he waited for a long time, but he didn't see the master speak. The two compartments were silent, and he began to worry, could it be that he was going to punish a big one today?

But he didn't wait for the punishment, all he waited for was a sigh.

Fan Ming hurriedly raised his head and looked at his master. I saw that the old master was looking at the simple book on his desk and sighed. On the simple book is "Chang Di" that he copied before he dozed off, could it be that the old master is sighing that his handwriting is ugly? Fan Ming was a little aggrieved, he thought that his handwriting was still very good, and the masters in the clan often praised his handwriting.

Thinking so, Fan Ming began to defend himself: "Master, I just didn't write it well today, next time I write it carefully, it will definitely be good." ”

Old Master Yan didn't answer, picked up the book that Fan Ming had copied, and sighed while reading it.

Fan Ming really didn't know what the master meant by his constant sighs, and couldn't help asking, "Master, why are you sighing?" Am I writing badly? ”

Old Master Yan looked at Fan Ming and said, "Gentleman, how do you feel when you read this "Chang Di"? ”

Fan Ming frowned. He didn't pay attention to it when he read this, and only knew that he was talking about brothers, but if he didn't mean it wrong, wouldn't he be punished again. Fan Ming was torn back and forth between telling the truth and making things up.

Before Fan Ming could finish his struggle, Old Master Yan put the book back and said, "Since you haven't read it carefully, you won't learn this one." "Chang Di", it's useless to learn, if you don't learn. ”

"Huh?" Fan Ming was very surprised when he heard this. I don't know if the old master is angry or if he really doesn't plan to teach this one. His mother would ask the old mother to wake up early every morning to read the book, "Chang Di" was drawn out by him in order, according to the order of previous learning, he should have learned this article today.

"Today, let's learn the article "Minlao"."

I really didn't learn it, Fan Ming was a little happy, "Chang Di" was very long, and it was difficult to read, so I just didn't want to memorize it. However, when he got the book brief of "Minlao", the corners of his mouth twitched. It's not as good as "Chang Di", what Lao Shizi's "Minlao", the length of this article can top two "Chang Di".

Finally, when it was time to get out of school, Fan Ming just wanted to run out of the yard to breathe, but he was called to the main courtyard by Aunt Jing next to his mother. He was a little apprehensive. His mother's eyeliner was all over him, and it must have been those talkative minions who had gone to sue him again!

Fan Ming's mind predicted in advance what kind of brutal beating he would suffer today. He walked into his mother's bedroom, where she was sitting at the dressing table with her back to him.

"Mother, you called me?" Fan Ming asked cautiously.

However, things were a little different from what was expected, and his mother didn't seem to be particularly angry, neither scolding him, nor beating him with the red wicker stick that made him frightened, but looked at the mirror, touched his hair and the corners of his eyes with half his head turned sideways, and asked Fan Ming: "Ming'er, do you see if I've been getting older lately." ”

Fan Ming was a little confused by the second monk, but he was still very active in patting his mother's ass. He immediately stepped forward and said with a grinning sycophant: "Mother is the best-looking person in the world, how can she be old?" In the eyes of his son, none of the women in this royal capital can compare to his mother. ”

Although the eldest lady is usually fierce, as long as she is a woman, who doesn't like to listen to good words, even if she knows that it is not true, she is happy. She looked at Fan Ming with a smile, tapped Fan Ming's head with her finger, and said, "Over the years, I have been angry with you." Today's events, I know everything, call you Wen Shu, you dare to sleep for me, only this time, this time I spared you, but next time I will really punish you. ”

Fan Ming knew what his mother was referring to, and with a smiling face, he beat his mother's shoulder.

"Alright, stop pretending." The eldest lady said this, and the flattery of her son in her heart was still very useful, she looked in the mirror again, pursed her lips and smiled happily, took Fan Ming's hand and said, "Ming'er, I just received the letter, your father will return home tomorrow." Your father hasn't seen you for more than half a year, he will be happy to see you grow taller tomorrow, I asked the embroidery girl to make a good set of clothes earlier, very energetic, you wear it tomorrow. ”

When Xun Li saw this lot of property, he immediately accepted it, saying that he would help him do it within ten days.

Sure enough, early the next morning, Fan Ming's hand had an invitation post from Xun Li, the post was written by Xun Li himself, the words were crooked and very ugly, but his words were not much better than Xun Li, and he had no face to make fun of others. The content of the post is also straightforward, that is, three days later, he was invited to go to the Bank of China Mansion for a small gathering. He often goes to the Bank of China's mansion, and he doesn't doubt him, so he gladly comes down.

Under the high spirits, he planned to write a reply to Xun Li in person. Fan Ming's attendant Nan Dong was grinding ink for Fan Ming on the side, and he said while moving his hand, "Gentleman, the year-end exam is coming soon, if you go to the Zhongxing Mansion to play at this time, Madame will probably be unhappy, and besides, you haven't written the three policies arranged in the sect yet." ”

The pen in Fan Ming's hand paused, and he said "ah", "Yes, there are still three policy essays, I haven't started writing any of them, what should I do, if my mother knows, she will have to beat me." ”

"Then the gentleman might as well start writing now, let's start with the simpler one." Nan Dong said, picked out a roll from a pile of bamboo slips on the bookcase next to him, opened it and put it in front of Fan Ming's eyes.

Fan Ming picked it up and looked at it, and then the corners of his eyes jumped slightly, "Why is this so difficult, keep this one for the last write, you can bring another one to me to see." ”

"It's not that hard, gentleman." Although Nandong said this, he obediently hugged the other two volumes.

Fan Ming looked at them one by one, and then he found that none of them were easy, how could they all be so difficult. He held his head in both hands, made a bitter face, and said angrily, "Ah! He shouted, full of sorrow, "What should I do?" It's going to be handed in the day after tomorrow, but I can't write a word. ”

Nan Dong pondered for a moment and said, "Gentleman, in that case, you might as well ask Cheng Xiaojunzi, his strategy is the best written, and even the clan elders in the sect are boasting." ”

"I don't ask him, he just reads well, and I annoy him when I see him." In Fan Ming's eyes, this cousin Cheng has no merit except for being good at learning, and he is weak and gloomy all day long.

Fan Ming felt a burst of irritability in his heart, swept the three volumes of books under the table with his forearm, and lay on the bookcase listlessly, and said with some anger, "Don't write, don't write." ”

Nan Dong sighed, and then took the three volumes of books to Fan Ming's eyes, and said, "When the time comes, you won't be able to hand it in, and Mr. will sue Madame again, and you will always have a good fight." ”

The corners of Fan Ming's mouth twitched, every time his mother beat him, he was a thief, and every time he was beaten, he still remembered it vividly, but he felt that he really couldn't write about this thing. He looked at the window and sighed, and suddenly, his eyes swept over a chessboard on another low table, which he had used when he and Ziji were playing Liubo the night before, and in an instant, Fan Ming's eyes suddenly lit up.