With Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling's arrangement, it is easy to go through the entry procedures, and the green light is almost all the way.

Moreover, when the people in the office department saw that the new professor was only an eight or nine-year-old child, they were both surprised and wanted to laugh, so for the reason that human beings prefer the weak, they naturally cared for this child.

After Yang Jian left, everyone was still whispering and discussing the matter.

"Brother Yang Xian, the old man is the eldest brother, it's not an exaggeration to call you a virtuous brother, right?"

After finishing the matter, Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling took Yang Jian straight back to his office. It was a south-facing house, detached, but connected to other departments by a corridor, quiet and mysterious.

Of course, Yang Jian didn't know that the institution where Zhang Jiuling worked was the closest place to the emperor.

"Prime Minister, Yang Jian is flattered!"

Yang Jian looked at Zhang Jiuling and took a deep look.

You know, this is the first prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, with a high and powerful position, no matter how much he is angry, he must be self-aware, besides, he is still Zhang Zheng's father, he doesn't want to leave a bad impression on such a bullish character.

His cuteness and silly sweetness is just a façade of acting, nothing more.

"Brother Yang Xian, the old man has always been deeply fascinated by you."

Zhang Jiuling looked at the child in front of him with a calm expression.

"Does the Prime Minister also think that Yang Jian is good-looking, cute and smart?"

Yang Jian tilted his head and looked at Zhang Jiuling, his eyes were pure and bright, which was very in line with the wisdom of a nine-year-old child.

"You are very smart, you know when to show your edge, and you know when to show your simplicity, but the old man is actually very curious when he hears that the master and His Majesty the Emperor have great respect for you."

Zhang Jiuling bluntly expressed his doubts.

"Is the Prime Minister suspicious of Yang Jian's fame, but in fact, it is difficult to deputy?"

Yang Jian used an idiom that impressed Zhang Jiuling.

"That's true."

Zhang Jiuling felt that the talent of the doll in front of him might still be a little.

"So does the Prime Minister want to examine Yang Jian's arithmetic ability or poetry and literary attainments?"

When Yang Jian first joined the company, he heard that the position that Zhang Jiuling arranged for him was the position of a professor of arithmetic in the Royal Thirteen School Park, and according to common sense, he should be an arithmetic specialty in his eyes.

"The old man wants to test Yang Xiandi's poetry and literary attainments and arithmetic ability."

Zhang Jiuling is an old fox.

"Well, then, okay, may I ask how the Prime Minister plans to take the exam?"

Although I have objections in my heart, I am a professor of arithmetic, why should we have poetry and literary talents, just like a company that recruits a text secretary, but requires him to be able to dance and drink.

Nonsense, it's hard to be strong.

"In this way, you see that the heavy snow in Chang'an has not disappeared now, so let's use snow as the theme to write a poem."

Zhang Jiuling smiled faintly.

"Snow?"

Yang Jian smiled bitterly in her heart.

Why did you come to the Tang Dynasty every time you compose poems, is it snow, do you have an enmity with snow?

"What's the matter, Brother Yang Xian?"

Zhang Jiuling looked at Yang Jian, smiling rather than smiling.

"Back to the Prime Minister, it's okay, please let me think about it, just think about it for a while."

Yang Jian smiled at Zhang Jiuling, then turned his face and looked at the courtyard outside Zhang Jiuling's office.

The yard is not big, but there are rockeries and clear ponds, and there are a few plum trees in the corner of the wall, the branches are strong, there are no leaves, all are flowers, and the heavy snow presses the branches, and it is impossible to tell which is the white plum and which is the white snow for a while

"Spring snow is full of air, and it is like flowers blooming everywhere. I don't know the trees in the garden, if it's a real plum? ”

"Good poetry!"

As soon as Yang Jian finished reciting, he heard Zhang Jiuling beside him can't help but applaud.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, do whatever you want, you can't get into the hall of elegance!"

It's not just that you can be elegant, you can simply swagger, okay?

However, in front of the prime minister, modesty is still necessary.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Jiuling calmly, always maintaining a decent and humble smile on his face.

"Brother Yang Xian is too modest, Brother Yang Xian's arbitrariness is ashamed of the old man!"

Zhang Jiuling looked at the child in front of him, but the shame in his heart was from the heart, an eight or nine-year-old doll, in front of him, almost opened his mouth to write a poem, it looked plain and simple, but in fact, whether it was rhyme or artistic conception, it showed super high writing skills.

Just when Yang Jian was chanting poetry, he closed his eyes, and a picturesque early spring scene appeared in front of him, the real spring has not yet come, but Bai Xue can't wait, and he has raised his own, and he has decorated the heaven and earth with a spring color. But even if the real spring color is in the future, it will be a little regrettable, but doesn't this spring snow that wears trees and flowers still give people the breath of spring? The poet's long-awaited frustration at spring suddenly turned into joy.

Moreover, the whole poem is exquisitely conceived, and it can be turned out in the usual scene.

This level of poetry is unmatched by few people looking at the entire Tang poetry scene today.

It's just that Yang Jian's poem was written casually, but it reminded Zhang Jiuling of the two poems made by His Royal Highness Li Xiang and his son Zhang Zheng on his mother's birthday.

Those two poems seem to have some kind of similarity with the poem in front of them.

Especially that technique.

"Thank you Prime Minister for your compliment, the Prime Minister's poems are far beyond Yang Jian, Yang Jian still needs to spend more time studying and figuring out before he can learn one-twelfth of the Prime Minister's poetry!"

Yang Jian was modest, and his attitude was sincere, so that people could not see that he had any arrogance.

"Hehe, Brother Yang Xian is really a delicate person, nine years old is not blessed, if only my life-saving son could have one-twelfth of Brother Yang Xian's talent."

Zhang Jiuling didn't eat Yang Jian's set, he knew his own level.

"The orchid leaves are in spring, and the Guihua is bright in autumn.

Shin Shin this business is a festive season.

Who knows that the forest dwellers sit and enjoy each other when they hear the wind.

Plants and trees have their own hearts, why ask for beauty? ”

Yang Jian looked at Zhang Jiuling, and in order to more fully express his respect for him, he actually recited the first of the twelve poems of Zhang Jiuling's feelings on the spot.

"You know this poem too?"

Zhang Jiuling is a saint, facing this situation, he can't help but be moved, but he can't hide his joy.

"Of course, the poems of the Prime Minister are classic readings that Yang Jian learns and figures out every day!"

Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning if you lie?

This poem is just one of the ancient poems that must be used in middle school.

But Yang Jian's eyes are now pure, his expression is sincere, and he looks like he is humbly learning and being taught.

"Thank you, Brother Yang Xian."

Zhang Jiuling's eyes began to appear faintly moisturized.

When he wrote this poem, he was politically frustrated, innocently belittled Jingzhou, far away from Chang'an, and away from the center of political power, which was not a big blow to him, but how could he, who has always been noble and proud, sink because of a few setbacks?

He believed that his talents, abilities and character would eventually be discovered by the saints and reused.

Thinking about it now, it was more than 20 years ago, when his son Zhang Zheng was not born.

Time flies, it's really emotional.

In a blink of an eye, it was already twenty years ago, and if it weren't for the child in front of him chanting in front of him, he himself would have begun to gradually forget that year.........

"The prime minister's character and talent are all examples for Yang Jian's lifelong learning and emulation!"

Yang Jian looked at the Prime Minister who was deeply sad, bowed again, and took a deep look, in the huge palace, he also needs someone who can protect him.

And isn't the person in front of you the best object?

"Really?"

The wetness in the corners of Zhang Jiuling's eyes became more and more obvious.

"Of course, Prime Minister."

Yang Jian's eyes are clearer and sincere.

Knock Knock –

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door of Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling's office.