"Hey, why can't I speak?" The little scholar is also very powerful.

When Wang Shiren saw that this little scholar was so rude, he had to wrinkle his nose and say, "I see that you are only twelve or thirteen years old, and I don't have the same knowledge as you." Brother Liu, let's go. ”

As he spoke, he wanted to hold hands with Liu Yingming again.

Smack, beaten by the little scholar. The scream of Wang Shiren in pain immediately attracted onlookers and laughter from everyone. Liu Yingming on the side also laughed.

"Hey, what are you looking at? All gone, all gone. Wang Shiren covered his hands while blasting everyone away.

When everyone dispersed, Wang Shiren glanced at the little scholar, pursed his lips and said to Liu Yingming: "Brother Liu, please." After saying that, he arched his hand.

Liu Yingming smiled, waved the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Brother Wang, please." ”

The two of them walked towards the garden one after the other, followed by the little scholar and a few students who were curious about their new classmates.

The gardens of the college are all bookish, and they are planted with green plants that symbolize studiousness, such as evergreen pine, evergreen bamboo, ivy, and even sesame seeds, which are plants that symbolize the height of the festival.

Of course, there are also flowers and plants, such as orchids, and chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, at this time when the plum blossoms are blooming, there is a great style that the garden can not be closed in spring.

The garden is tortuous, surrounded by verandahs, rockeries, pavilions, quiet and elegant, it is a good place to read and study.

As soon as he entered the garden, Liu Yingming let out a coquettish sigh from his mouth, and when Wang Shiren heard it, he smiled and said, "Brother Liu, how can I hear your voice as if it is a woman?" ”

Liu Yingming hurriedly coughed a few times, then lowered his voice and smiled: "Oh, that's the reason why I haven't changed my voice yet." ”

"How old are you and you still don't change your voice?" Wang Shiren led Liu Yingming to the depths of the garden and asked Liu Yingming.

"Oh, my little brother is only fourteen years old this year." Liu Yingming said.

"Oh, no wonder, I'm sixteen, and I'm two years old. Then you can follow me in the future. Wang Shiren patted his chest and said.

"Mix?" Liu Yingming asked puzzled.

"Oh." Wang Shiren smiled and said, "I will cover you in this academy in the future." ”

"Covered? What does that mean? Liu Yingming asked.

The little scholar on the side also looked at it in a daze, not very understanding what Wang Shiren said. He said these words that he had never heard before.

Of course, Liu Yingming has never heard of it.

Wang Shiren saw that the master and servant couldn't understand what they meant, so he explained: "What I mean, if someone bullies you in the academy in the future, I will stand up for you, now you understand?" ”

"Oh, I see, I understand, little brother. Thank you, Brother Wang. Liu Yingming bowed his hand politely.

"You're welcome, I'll take you to the Summer Palace to have a look." After speaking, Wang Shiren led Liu Yingming left and right into the depths of the garden.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard someone singing poetry.

Who has been idle for a long time. Every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick with wine before flowering. Don't quit the mirror, wrap your face thin. The willows on the riverside green embankment. Asking for new sorrows......

Liu Yingming was familiar with this poem when he heard it, it was Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower? Who has abandoned the leisure for a long time", and immediately followed the last two sentences aloud: What happens every year. The independent bridge is full of sleeves. After the return of the Hirabayashi Crescent people.

And the voice of the words aloud immediately stopped.

There was silence all around.

Wang Shiren said: "Go, the person who recites poetry is in the Summer Palace." After saying that, he hurried ahead to lead the way.

A turn, a pavilion in front of it, the golden glazed tiles are dazzling in the spring. And in the pavilion, there is a scholar who is holding a book in one hand and looking for someone to say to him behind the other. Suddenly, I saw three people turning around and immediately looked over.

At this time, Liu Yingming also stopped.

"It turned out to be Yue Peng, I guessed it was him." Wang Shiren pointed to the people in the pavilion and said.

I saw the people in the hall, and the one from afar was a deep salute. for he already knew who he was to whom he spoke. It's not Wang Shiren, and it won't be the person who dresses up as a scholar, it must be a handsome man in brocade clothes.

Liu Yingming took a few steps forward, and then returned the salute. Look up and take a closer look at the man in the pavilion. But I saw that he was tall and straight, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, and had a blue-gray scarf on his head. The square face is plated, and the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, but they do not lose a bit of heroism. What a handsome gentleman.

After reading it, Liu Yingming's pretty face couldn't help but turn a little crimson.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai, is it the right word for Brother Tai?" The scholar was another salute.

Li Ming hurriedly returned the salute and said, "It's just not talented." ”

"Oh, that's the time for a brother." The scholar waved his hand and motioned for Liu Yingming to enter the pavilion.

Liu Yingming arched his hand and walked forward. Wang Shiren and the scholar followed into the pavilion.

"Xiaosheng Yue Peng, dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname?" Yue Peng arched his hand, very polite.

Liu Yingming's face still had two scarlets on his face, he smiled shyly, and then arched his hand and said, "Under Liu Yingming." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Liu, Yue Peng is polite." Yue Peng bowed again.

Liu Yingming also hurriedly returned the salute.

I can't count how many times you have come and gone, and the pedantry of such a scholar provoked the little scholar on the side to hide his mouth and snicker. And Wang Shiren also looked at the polite two with a smile.

After the two finished greetings, Yue Peng saluted Wang Shiren again and said, "Brother Wang." ”

"Brother Yue." Wang Shiren also bowed his hand, and then said to Liu Yingming: "Brother Liu Xian, this brother-in-law is the head of our academy!" ”

"Brother Wang praised it falsely." Yue Peng bowed his hand politely.

Hearing this, Liu Yingming's heart moved slightly, so he asked about the poems sung by Fang Cai Yue Peng. Yue Peng also told him his thoughts on this poem.

Liu Yingming listened carefully and felt that he said it well.

In fact, Liu Yingming is very familiar with this poem, because this was taught to him by Ouyang Xiu's descendants. How can you not be familiar?

So, the two talked about Ouyang Xiu's writing style from the words, and talked about Ouyang Xiu's personality and his contributions to the literary world. In short, the two chatted about speculation.

This made Wang Shiren on the side feel a little embarrassed, he was usually not good at school, and he couldn't intervene at all. In order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he had to find some topics to talk to the little scholar. But the little scholar is almost a little white ding, and he doesn't understand anything.

Wang Shiren thought: I don't know how this delicate-looking little scholar reads. Then I thought about it again: yes, it seems that this Liu Xiandi is still a scholar, and this may be to take care of Liu Xiandi's life.

Wang Shiren guessed like this, and had no choice but to watch Liu Yingming and Yue Peng talk eloquently.