The wind blows, and the willows by the river sway gently. Long branches, scratching across the water, making a rustling sound.

"Little Wu, what's that scholar's name?" The old man asked softly,

The boy named Xiao Wu scratched his head and said: "His surname is a bit strange, he said that his surname is Shu!" ”

"Oh?" The old man seemed to have guessed something, and with a faint smile in his sparkling eyes, he asked, "Then what is his full name?" ”

"Hello uncle!" Xiao Wu replied with his head held high. It's so easy to remember that I remembered it after hearing it once.

When the old man heard this, he burst out laughing. Rubbing Xiao Wu's head and said, "Xiao Wu, haha!" ”

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head and chanted twice. Only then did I come back to it, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"This annihilator!" Xiao Wu clenched his fists, his face was red with anger, and he scolded violently.

"Haha, who provoked my little five?" At this moment, a hearty laugh was heard in the distance. This laughter, although a little vicissitudes, is full of energy.

When Xiao Wu, who was angry, heard this, he turned around and shouted in surprise: "Eighth grandfather! ”

This person came over and was an old man of the same age as the old man who painted, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and luxuriously dressed. Extravagant. Beside him, several heroic and strong warriors protected this person inch by inch.

"Ning Yuangong, you are very leisurely today! Ha ha! The old man touched his beard and smiled at the richly dressed old man.

The old man in brocade, who was known as Ning Yuangong, glared at him unhappily: "Aren't you the same?" ”

The two should know each other, and they should be acquaintances. Therefore, this seems to be a noisy conversation to ordinary people, but it should be a joke between two old people.

The atmosphere is still harmonious.

The old man in brocade asked his subordinates to set the table, and then set up the chess game. He said to the old man who was already sitting across from him, "How about the next game?" ”

At this time, it is spring in March, and the weather has warmed up. Jiangning is already the season of weeping willows budding and spring flowers. In addition, the old man in brocade asked his subordinates to set up a stove next to him and boiled rice wine. The warm temperature and intoxicating smell of wine add a different flavor to this season of green grass.

Ning Yuangong took the lead in Bai, and after leaving a son, he asked with a smile: "Wenshan, I just saw you and Xiao Wu talking about something, did I miss something?" ”

The old man, known as Brother Wenshan, dropped a sunspot, picked up the rice wine handed over by his subordinates, took a sip and said: "It's nothing, it's just that I have nothing to do today, so I spent a painting by this river." I thought that those students should make some poems. However, there is nothing to be gained! ”

Ning Yuangong held a son in his hand, looked at the old man of Wenshan suspiciously, and said with a smile: "Oh? Of these hundreds of students, there is not even one? ”

Zhang Wenshan was a scholar of the Hanlin Pavilion and the minister of the humerus of the Great Zhou. Outstanding style and knowledge. If you have to judge who is the number one talent in the world in the whole Great Zhou, there is no one else except Zhang Wenshan in front of him. Therefore, this person's knowledge is far higher than that of others.

Back then, Zhang Wenshan once won three yuan in a row and took the lead. In those days, it was also a major event that was talked about by countless people as cooking. At that time, students who did not know anything took Zhang Wenshan as an example. Study hard, and I also hope that one day I will be named on the gold list and glorify my ancestors.

After Zhang Wenshan entered the court, he was valued and appreciated by the Ming Emperor at that time with his outstanding knowledge. Within a year, the official position was promoted three levels in a row. In his position as the prefect of Jiangning, Zhang Wenshan showed strong administrative skills.

In a few years, the face of Jiangning has changed dramatically. Commerce is booming, and taxes are abundant. Jiangning has become a paradise for the people.

It's just, alas. His achievements have also aroused the jealousy of some people in the DPRK and China. The following year, when he served as a scholar of the Hanlin Pavilion, he was inexplicably involved in a non-existent rebellion.

Although the emperor appreciates him, the heart of the emperor is not understandable to others. When Zhang Wenshan still believed that the clear ones were self-purifying, and the turbid ones were self-turbid. A holy decree sent him to the prison.

Fortunately, with the desperate guarantee of Prince Ning at that time, the saint left him with his life.

After this incident, Zhang Wenshan was disheartened by the affairs of the DPRK and China. He left Tokyo and came to Jiangning City, where he has lived in seclusion for more than 20 years.

In the past 20 years, Zhang Wenshan has always been haunted by what he was wronged at the beginning, although he is on the bank of the Qinhuai River in this picturesque Jiangning City, but he has never been able to let go.

But five years ago, Prince Ning, who also moved to Jiangning City, said a word to him. Let him finally understand the reason.

"You're too close to the prince!" At that time, Prince Ning patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Yes, I did get too close to the prince. Those who are close are almost inseparable from each other.

Thinking of the moment when the emperor issued the holy decree, the cold and disappointed eyes. Zhang Wenshan finally understood why he was like this.

However, it is a matter of understanding it. It's another thing to accept it.

Zhang Wenshan had no disobedience in his heart, but he was still put into the prison by the emperor's speculation.

A companion is like a tiger.

Zhang Wenshan let go of his worries, finally opened his heart, began to accept the charming Qinhuai Fengyue, and enjoyed the comfortable life of writing about the green mountains.

Although Zhang Wenshan is now at home, he hangs out every day. But no one dares to underestimate him, his knowledge, and he is still the first in the world.

However, there are so many students, but none of them can enter his eyes. Ning Yuangong was still a little curious.

Ning Yuangong held a son in his hand, looked at the old man of Wenshan suspiciously, and said with a smile: "Oh? Of these hundreds of students, there is not even one? ”

Zhang Wenshan just wanted to shake his head, but suddenly remembered the lyrics that Xiao Wu had just taken from a scholar. smiled slightly, and fell into the sunspot. Said: "There is one! ”

Zhang Wenshan took out a small note from his arms and handed it to Ning Yuangong.

Ning Yuangong put down the wine cup in his hand and took it and took a look. Just as I was about to put it down, I picked it up again and looked at it.

After that, he savored it again.

"What a word!"

Ning Yuangong stared at the poem on the small note, nodded, and admired it solemnly.

Then, under Zhang Wenshan's surprised gaze, Ning Yuangong solemnly folded the small note and put it in his pocket.

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The sun is lazy, and the willow branches are clinging.

In the green grass on the side of the road, there is occasionally a foraging yellow warbler, jumping lightly. Sometimes it chirps a few nice chirps, and sometimes it pecks at food in the grass with its head down.

Gradually, a slight sound of footsteps came, and the yellow warbler fluttered its wings and flew.

"Uncle!" Liu Qingqing lowered her head and called softly.

Lu Heng turned his head to look at her delicate side face, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?" ”

Liu Qingqing raised his head and met Lu Heng's smiling gaze, then lowered his head again, bit his lip and said, "Uncle, why don't you quit the mission of the palace!" ”

"Uh, why?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile.

Liu Qingqing took a deep breath and said, "The concubine thinks that if my uncle continues to study and participates in the imperial examination, he will definitely be able to go to high school!" ”

Looking at Liu Qingqing's serious face, Lu Heng smiled dumbly. Shaking his head, he asked with a smile, "Is it because of that song just now?" ”

Seeing Liu Qingqing nodding with low eyebrows, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then let out a laugh and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Liu Qingqing stomped his feet in annoyance, stood behind and shouted in disgust: "Uncle! ”

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