"Well, this wild grass is well written, the charm and bearing are quite impressive, but the pen power is still insufficient, it seems that it should be the rising star of my clan, who is it? Stand up and let me see. ”

A little eunuch took down the two works in a silver plate and handed them to the front of the emperor, a little eunuch on the side just wanted to tear open the pasted note, but saw the old man wave his hand, stopped the little eunuch's move, reached out and picked up Hongqing's wild grass banner first, and tasted it with great interest.

"If you go back to Huang Marfa, it was made by your grandson."

The courtiers in the hall had seen Hongqing's on-the-spot competition with Hongli earlier, and they knew that this wild grass was Hongqing's handwriting, and the old man's voice just fell, and the eyes of everyone were already on Hongqing's body, the meaning of which was very complicated, there were those who were jealous, those who were envious, and those who were cold and disdainful, but Hongqing didn't think about it, and took a few steps forward with an indifferent expression, bowed, and responded respectfully.

"Well, good, Qing'er writes this well, I like it very much."

The old man didn't read Hongqing's notebook, and he knew that Hongqing's words were generally passable, but they were not top-notch, but he didn't expect to write a draft book this time, and it was so good, and what was even more rare was that this character clearly reflected Hongqing's original intention, and it was so satisfying to the old man.

"Huang Ma Fa is too famous, and his grandson's graffiti is still difficult to get into the elegant hall, and he still has to learn from Huang Ma Fa, and he may be able to succeed in the future."

Hongqing has been in the morning for a long time, and when he talks about official clichés, he is very smooth, and inadvertently, he has been a sycophant skillfully slapped on it, which made the smile on the old man's face a little brighter.

"Well, well, then I will give you what I have done today, and how much you can learn is considered your ability."

The old man obviously used Hongqing's little fart very much, reached out and stroked the long beard on his chest, and gave a reward with a smile.

"Thank Huang Mafa Longen, my grandson will be a good student to learn, and I will never dare to live up to Huang Mafa's love."

The old man's middle hall is written well, but really want to say how good, but not necessarily, compared to He, Wang, the two recognized calligraphy everyone, in fact, the difference is not old, to say how useful it can be, it really can't be talked about, but I can't stand the old man is the emperor, and the proud work he gave is naturally a great good color, no, don't you see the eyes of the extremely noble people on the side are red? Hongqing would not refuse, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, and thanked him excitedly.

"Well, I'll take a look at this poem again, well, the night newspaper is full of clouds, and the jade leaves are fluttering in the early morning. There is no forest and no silver flower shadow, and there are ridges and ice patterns. The hotel flag is flying close, and the bell of the monk's room rings far away. Entering the customs twenty miles of the original autumn rain, the north and south greetings a ridge. The artistic conception is good, but the charm is lacking, and there is less experience, the flowers are not fake, but it is a little empty, but, in general, it is still quite considerable, as for the word, it is immature, compared to the wild grass of Qing'er, less bold and open-minded, but it is also a rare masterpiece, who did this work? ”

The old man didn't say much to Hongqing, nodded with a smile, motioned for Hongqing to step back on his own, and then picked up Hongli's poems and commented carefully.

"Grandson Hongli knocked on Huang Marfa."

As early as when the old man ordered his poems to be taken down, Hongli was already looking forward to this moment, this time the old man asked, he didn't dare to have the slightest delay, he flashed out from the side of the fourth master, walked a few steps, grabbed the old man's face, knelt on the ground, and saluted loudly.

"Hongli? Hmm, you're the second son of the fourth? ”

The old man has many sons and grandchildren, and it is impossible to take care of them all, not to mention the grandchildren, that is, those underage little brothers, the old man rarely has time to pay attention, and he really didn't recognize the origin of Hongli for a while.

"If you go back to Huang Marfa, that's exactly what you say."

Seeing that the old man failed to recognize himself, Hongli couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, but how dare he show it, so he could only kneel up straight and answer with a sincere face.

"Well, I remember that Er'er is half a year younger than Qing'er, but so?"

The old man looked at Hongli, and saw that he was born very Zhouzheng, and he liked it quite much in his heart, so he nodded, and continued to ask very kindly.

"Huang Ma Fa Mingjian, the grandson is indeed five months younger than Qing Baylor."

Seeing the old man's kind face, Hongli immediately felt a warm current in his heart, his face instantly turned red, and there was a trace of trilling in his answers.

"Well, yes, it seems that at this age, you can have such talent, I'm afraid it's not good, I very much expect, from the day after tomorrow, you will also go to the study to study."

The old man seemed to appreciate Hongli's talent, and after a while, he gave his will.

"Thank you Emperor Mafa Longen, the grandson must be a good student, and he will never dare to live up to the expectations of Huang Mafa."

Hongli has always taken Hongqing as the goal of catching up, and when he heard that he could also have the opportunity to enter the study, the excitement of his mood immediately overflowed, and the voice of kowtow and gratitude was also trembling.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for having a good grandson, this is a sign that my Heavenly Dynasty is prosperous, and the minister does not dare not congratulate!"

"Your Majesty Shengming, Hongfu is unparalleled, there are talents from generation to generation, this eternal story is also!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty!"

……

Seeing that the old man was happy, all the courtiers were so happy that they had fun with it, so the sycophancy in the hall was loud, which made the old man laugh heartily......

The palace night banquet is magnificent, singing and dancing, fireworks shows, civil and military dramas and the like can be said to have everything, as for the wine and food, in fact, it is just a look, what you want is the noisy atmosphere, the so-called drunk is not drunk and everyone is drunk is such a reason, this is not, although I didn't drink much wine, but the third master was hearty and tight, as soon as he returned to the house, he left a sentence of explanation and swayed back to the main courtyard, and went to rest, but Hongqing was not sleepy at all, and went straight to the "cyclamen residence" speechlessly all the way.

"See the little prince."

The time is coming to an end, the night is already a little deep, the two scholars on duty outside the "cyclamen residence" are already yawning, but as soon as they saw Guanyu with a lantern to accompany Hongqing, they were immediately refreshed, hurriedly rushed forward, and saluted together.

"Well, can the master sleep?"

Hongqing was thoughtful, and he didn't care about the courtesy of the two scholars, so he just nodded and said without much expression.

"If you go back to the little prince, the master is still in the study in the inner courtyard, and he has not turned around."

Hongqing has been in the mansion more and more majestic over the years, and when he asked, the two scholars did not dare to slack off, and replied almost in unison.

"Hmm."

Hearing that Old Master Chen was still in the inner courtyard study at this time, Hongqing couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't say anything more, just said noncommittally, turned around and rushed to the inner courtyard study.

"I've seen the master."

Fang just turned the screen at the door of the study, and saw that the old master who was sitting in the middle of his eyes had already swept his gaze, Hongqing didn't dare to be rude, hurriedly walked a few steps, grabbed the front, bowed, and respectfully saluted.

"The little prince's mind is very heavy."

After the old master looked at Hongqing silently for a while, he reached out and stroked the long beard on his chest, raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth straight to the core.

"Yes, so that the master knows that there is a night banquet today, and the fourth uncle has also brought his son Hongli to the ,......, Huang Ma Fa has allowed him to go to the study to study, and this is okay, the thesis can be discussed, and the disciples are not cowardly, however, Wu Sidao, who is hidden in the fourth uncle's mansion, is not an idle person, and the fourth uncle is also a fool of the wolf, and he has the help of this cold and cunning person, and there are many troubles in the future.

In front of Old Master Chen, Hongqing would not have too much to hide, so he told the events before and after today's night banquet in detail, but in the end, he turned the topic to Wu Sidao.

"Wu Sidao? Is Kangxi the one who made trouble in the south in the thirty-sixth year? Well, I've heard about it as a teacher, what is the little prince going to do? ”

Old Master Chen did not directly plan for Hongqing, but asked slowly and logically.

"So that the master knows that when the apprentice is in Jiangnan, he has heard of this person's reputation, and has also read his description, and has visited it again and again, but unfortunately the fate is shallow, but he has never been able to see it, and now, he has been put into the fourth uncle's curtain, it has been a big trouble, and he thinks that he can't stay for a long time, I don't know what the master thinks?"

Hongqing did not hide her jealousy of Wu Sidao, although her words were peaceful, but the murderous aura in her heart could not be concealed.

"Is the little prince not confident in himself, or is he not confident in old decay?"

Old Master Chen glanced at Hongqing coldly and asked a heart-wrenching word.

"This ......"

As soon as he heard the old master's words, Hongqing was stunned on the spot, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but at the end, he didn't say anything.

"The world is so big, there are countless strange people and strange people, can you kill them by killing? If so, does the little prince have to kill Lu Chunyan in the Eighth Master's Mansion as well? There is another Wang Sidao, Ma Sidao, is the little prince also planning to get rid of it, huh? ”

Old Master Chen didn't save the slightest face for Hongqing, and ridiculed Hongqing mercilessly.

"......Huh, the master is angry, the futile knows that he is wrong, but if he is doing right, why should he be afraid of the ghost's magic, even if he is the enemy of fate, he will definitely be the stepping stone ear of the futile child, if you want to fight, then you will fight!"

Old Master Chen's words really woke up Hongqing like a basin of cold water, and under the ashen of his heart, his pride suddenly became greater, and he stood up straight and issued the strongest battle cry!