Su Qianruo covered the poem she had just received from her husband, and trotted all the way through the academy like a treasure, and after a while, she arrived in front of a house.

Before he had time to knock on the door, he pushed it in directly, and shouted happily in his mouth: "Mr. He." ”

There was a man in his thirties reading a book.

He is He Yunzhang, Su Shaoyuan's student.

Su Shaoyuan, as a member of the Pingzhou literary circle, a scholar of the Wenzong Academy, and a scholar of the Purple Palace Pavilion in the capital, can be said to have students all over the world.

But among Su Shaoyuan's many students, this He Yunzhang is the most unpromising one.

After studying for so many years and participating in the imperial examination for seven years, I have never been able to gain fame.

But he has never given up, and his ambition is to one day be able to enter the court as an official and serve the country.

Every year after failing the imperial examination, he would return to Pingzhou Huating Academy to continue teaching and studying.

In the past, Huating Academy was personally managed by Su Shaoyuan, and most of the gentlemen who taught in Huating Academy were some slightly famous young talents in Pingzhou, and most of these talents not only came to teach, but also hoped to learn something from Mr. Su Lao, so as to increase some knowledge for being able to enter Beijing to take the exam in the future.

After He Yunzhang came back from the list this year, Su Shaoyuan handed over Huating Academy to him to take care of, after all, as he got older, this old man didn't have much energy.

Seeing Su Qianruo running in, He Yunzhang was a little dissatisfied and said: "Qianruo, what's so flustered, it's so late, don't you want to go home?" ”

"Mr. He, I have something to look for you."

Su Qianruo ran in front of him.

Su Qianruo is the granddaughter of the teacher, and He Yunzhang respects his teacher the most, so he also loves Su Qianruo very much.

"What's the matter?" He Yunzhang put down the book and asked.

Su Qianruo hurriedly spread out the note in her hand and said happily: "I got a poem from that Mr. Pony, Mr. He, look at it, how is this poem written?" ”

As she spoke, the little girl shook her head and read proudly: "What's the use of being born with my talent?" It's boring to eat, drink and be merry. Nothing can be established, and it has been like a dream for 20 years. ”

After listening to her read this poem, He Yunzhang's brows furrowed: "This is written by that concubine?" ”

"That's right! I'm here with him, Mr. Ho, is this poem good? The little girl nodded hurriedly.

"Humph!"

Who knew that He Yunzhang snorted coldly, slapped the desk in front of him, and suddenly said angrily: "This is also called poetry?" is so arrogant and self-deprecating to belittle, but also worthy of being called a reader. I still value him so much, I think he has some talent, I didn't expect to be able to write such a poem, it's just useless. ”

As he spoke, He Yunzhang took the note in the little girl's hand, glanced at it, and tore it to pieces angrily.

Su Qianruo was taken aback, but she didn't expect Mr. He's reaction to be so intense.

After she watched Mr. He finish all this, she asked weakly, "Mr. He, is this poem not good?" ”

"Poetry? This is not even worthy of poetry, it is simply insulting to poetry. ”

He Yunzhang was still angry and said to her: "Qianruo, the teacher often teaches us, my generation of scholars, Tianxingjian, and gentlemen strive for self-improvement. Although he is a colt, he is also a scholar, how can he belittle himself so much? It's simply not worthy of being in the company of my readers. ”

After speaking, He Yunzhang thought for a moment, then stood up and walked around the room, as if in contemplation.

After a while, he said, "No, I have to tell the teacher, if he has such thoughts, he must not let him be a gentleman in the academy again, so as not to teach all the students of the academy badly." ”

"Let's go, I'll go back with you, I'll go see the teacher."

"Huh?"

Su Qianruo was taken aback, she didn't expect things to turn out like this.

She simply wanted Mr. He to see if this poem was good, but she didn't expect to hurt Mr. Pony.

What if grandpa really doesn't let him teach at the academy in the future?

Did you hurt him?

Thinking of this, Su Qianruo suddenly blamed herself.

She thought about the morning, and in the morning, her grandfather was already a little prejudiced against him.

If Mr. Ho goes to sue again...

The little girl was thinking crankily in her head, and He Yunzhang walked out of the house with her.

……

That night, Zhang Xiang had a banquet with the princess again.

Princess Gaoping told him about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you bring some palace cakes to visit Mr. Su, I won't go, let the little slave accompany you, and then go with me to participate in the Yuyuan Poetry Festival in the evening, and enjoy the moon with the literati of Pingzhou and share this Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhao Hanyan said.

"Yu Garden Poetry Society?"

Zhang Xiang asked suspiciously.

Zhao Hanyan said: "The Yuyuan Poetry Club is sponsored by Yang Li, a famous scholar in Pingzhou, held in the Yu Garden, the Yang family's mansion, Yang Li is one of the four famous people in the south of the Yangtze River, with outstanding talent, when he was young, he was known as the first talent in Pingzhou, and then he was the champion of high school, and he served in Beijing for three years, and was removed for some reason. A few years ago, the great Confucian Zhou Anbang recommended him to the prime minister for reinstatement, but he did not go to the post and has been staying in Pingzhou since then. ”

In addition to Mr. Su Shao, among the younger generation of scholars, Yang Li has the highest reputation, and every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the literati of Pingzhou will gather together to hold such a poetry meeting. Yang Li, as a model for the younger generation of scholars in Pingzhou, will also hold such a poetry meeting in his own Yu Garden every year. ”

"In the past few days, I have successively received a letter of worship from Mrs. Prefect, Mrs. Jiedu Envoy, Mrs. Transit Envoy, and some ladies and ladies from famous families, inviting me to share the Mid-Autumn Festival together, and Yang Li also sent me a post, so I gave them a reply one by one, and invited them to the Yuyuan Poetry Meeting."

"Oh!" Zhang Xiang nodded understandingly.

I didn't expect so many big people to send greetings to their princess and wife.

It seems that this princess and lady still have a very high status in the eyes of these people.

After all, she is the favored daughter of the old emperor.

On the side, the imperial relatives in these places are also a banner on behalf of the imperial power to supervise the magistrates.

If anyone does something wrong, report to the old emperor and wait to lose his head!

Therefore, although the emperor's relatives cannot have real power, they have a lot of face.

After having dinner with the princess, Zhang Xiang basically remembered what the princess said.

So he took leave of the princess and went back.

At this time, there were still five days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the lanterns had been hung in the Horse Mansion, and the servants were still busy under the command of the housekeeper and the little slave.

The entire Pony Mansion was lit up and illuminated brightly.

Recalling the time when he came to Nanchu for almost three months, Zhang Xiang's mood was also up and down.

I glanced up at the waning moon in the sky.

He sighed softly.

Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, a festival for family reunion, but he is here, and he has no relatives.

I can't help but feel a little sad.

He remembered Su Dongpo's poem, and then walked from the corridor to his east room with his hands in his hands, and whispered softly in his mouth: When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine...... People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together.

It's just that he didn't know that not far behind him, a small figure was silently following him, not daring to approach, but he memorized all the words he had recited...