As soon as Zhang Xiang walked out of this courtyard, he saw a young girl not far away, stomping her steps, walking back and forth.

The two small hands were also clenched into small fists and pounded against each other in front of their chests.

He looked worried.

Zhang Xiang also knew her identity, and it turned out to be Su Shaoyuan's granddaughter.

Seeing Zhang Xiang walk out, the girl ran over in surprise: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay! What can I do? Zhang Xiang smiled and shook his head.

Su Qianruo lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry, I took your poem to Mr. He yesterday to observe, Mr. He was very angry, saying that it was not called a poem, and that Mr. did not respect scholars, so he went to find his grandfather, saying that he would kick you out of the academy and not let you be a gentleman." ”

"Just now I wanted to go to your school to listen to your story, and I met Mr. Li, and he just said, grandpa called you here, and I was worried that grandpa would kick you out, so I waited here."

Seeing her look of self-blame, Zhang Xiang shook his head again: "It's okay, it's all a misunderstanding." ”

"Did Grandpa drive you away? Don't worry, if grandpa drives you away, I'll go to plead with you, grandpa loves me the most, I plead with you, he will definitely open the net. Su Qianruo said.

Zhang Xiang still shook his head: "It's really okay, you can rest assured, the old gentleman didn't drive me away, I had a good chat with the old gentleman." Let's go, go back to telling stories. ”

"Then what did Grandpa tell you to do?"

Su Qianruo caught up with him curiously: "This is the residence of grandpa in the academy, usually he is alone, without his permission, no one can enter, I usually don't dare to enter, usually if he calls people here, he is talking about very serious things." ”

Zhang Xiang smiled: "The old gentleman told me that my poem was well written, let me continue to work hard." ”

"Really?" Su Qianruo was bored: "But why did Mr. He say that you are not called poetry?" ”

"Do you think it's your grandfather's talent, or Mr. He's talent?" Zhang Xiang asked her rhetorically.

Su Qian didn't want to think about it: "Naturally, it's my grandfather, he is a scholar of the Wenzong Academy in Beijing, Mr. He is a talent, and he is still a student of my grandfather, how can he compare his talent with my grandfather?" ”

"That's it." Zhang Xiang spread his hands: "Your grandfather has approved it, so what else is strange about you." ”

"But... But..."

The girl frowned, still unable to understand, but she didn't know what she didn't understand.

"I'm going to tell you the story of Frozen today."

Zhang Xiang laughed, interrupting the girl's thoughts.

……

After a few days, the Mid-Autumn Festival came.

From the morning, the people of Fuchu and Xiaxia start to get busy.

There are a lot of people in a house, and the dinner party basically has to be prepared from the morning.

Zhang Xiang doesn't have to go to the academy today, and the academy is also on holiday today.

He instructed the family members to hang the lanterns that should be hung, clean the places that should be cleaned, move the places that should be moved, and move the places that should be moved.

There are also Mid-Autumn Festival gifts sent by some dignitaries and nobles, and the record is registered.

The gifts are constant from the morning.

The little slave also commanded the maid in the house to make Kong Ming lanterns all the time.

After eating at noon, Zhang Xiang took some palace cakes that the princess asked him to prepare, and took the little slave to visit Sufu.

The prayer post was sent yesterday.

Compared with the liveliness of Su Mansion, it is even more than that.

After all, there are many more people in Su Mansion than in Juma Mansion.

Laughter and laughter were everywhere.

The sound of children chasing and fighting, the chatter and laughter of the maidservants getting together, the busy shouts of the housekeepers, and the commanding voices of the housekeepers, ladies, and so on, can be seen everywhere.

Su Shaoyuan has a wife and a concubine room.

His wife had already passed away, leaving him with his eldest son Su Qianhe, who served as the Shaoqing of the Jianguo Temple in the capital and did not come back, and the eldest daughter-in-law and eldest grandson also went to the capital with Su Qianhe.

The two-room concubine room was built here, and now it is also the year of the sixtieth year.

The second son, Su Qianhou, was born in the second room, served as an errand in the Huainan East Road Army, and was also the only martial artist in the Su Mansion who served in the army.

Because Huainan East Road is close to Pingzhou Mansion, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also back to reunite with the family.

Su Qianruo is Su Qianhou's daughter.

The name of Su Qianrou born to Sanfang is also Su Shaoyuan's only daughter, and she married into a great Confucian family in Linjiang Mansion.

Today, I also brought my husband and children back to visit my father and mother.

Two sons and one daughter, both have a home, and two concubines to accompany them, a wife and a son, Su Shaoyuan can be said to be at an age when he enjoys the joy of family.

Now in Pingzhou, the only person who often accompanies him is Su Qianruo, the daughter of his second son.

So for this granddaughter who is the only one who accompanies him, Su Shaoyuan loves him very much.

Su Qianruo's mother died after giving birth to Su Qianruo, and Su Qianhou did not marry again, although his father Su Shaoyuan and eldest brother Su Qianhe persuaded him to marry again, but Su Qianhou often shirked the heavy affairs in the army, and he had no such plan until now.

After Zhang Xiang came to Su Mansion, he also met Su Qianhou and Su Qianrou, and was entertained by the two as VIPs.

Then Su Shaoyuan also came out and chatted with Zhang Xiang for a while.

The chatter was also homely, chatting with each other for a while.

After staying in Su Mansion for about an hour, Zhang Xiang also said goodbye and left.

After Zhang Xiang left, in the living room, Su Qian said strangely: "Father, isn't there a rumor that this princess Gaoping's concubine is a fool?" Why doesn't it look like it at all? ”

Su Shaoyuan showed a smile: "This Zhang Mingheng is not the other Zhang Mingheng, although I don't know what's going on, but now he already has some shadows of his father." ”

……

After coming out of Sufu, it was already approaching evening, and the streets of Pingzhou had begun to be lively, and those who drove the Confucius Temple, danced dragons and played lions, could be seen everywhere.

The shouts of small merchants and hawkers, and the vast singing of the Qinglou people, can also be heard everywhere.

On both sides of the Qinhuai River, lanterns are hung and illuminated.

On the river, the painting boat of the official eunuch lady also came out to parade.

Some of the handsome boys with folding fans chanted poems against each other on the shore, hoping that their poems would be favored by the young ladies in the painting boat. In the sky, Kong Ming lanterns with blessings also began to fly.

This is the most lively scene that Zhang Xiang has seen since he came to Nanchu.

Of course, he knew it wasn't the most hilarious.

It is not until the evening that you can really see the prosperous scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival night in Nanchu.

This spectacle lasted all night, and it was not until the next day that it dissipated.

When Zhang Xiang and the little slave returned to the Horse Mansion, the dinner party in the Horse Mansion was about to be prepared.

Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was placed in the large living room of the east room, Zhao Hanyan personally arranged the preparation of the banquet, a plate of palace cakes, and the dishes were put on the table.

Soon, night came.

Pingzhou, whether it is the mansion of a high-ranking family or the small courtyard of a small family, has entered the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.

After the banquet was finished and the palace cakes were distributed, the housekeepers and maidservants also began to gather in the courtyard and put up Kong Ming lanterns.

Zhao Hanyan and Zhang Xiang sat in the living room, looking at this peaceful scene.

The little slave ran over from the courtyard and said happily: "Princess, donkey, do you want to put Kong Ming lanterns?" ”

The two looked at each other, then both shook their heads.

Zhao Hanyan said to her: "Little slave, stop playing, go and see if the carriage is ready, the time is almost up, we should set off and go to Yu Garden." ”