It's the middle of winter again.

Since Lu Hong returned from the Eastern Capital in February, after the Son of Heaven gave the official, not only ordered the government to repair the thatched cottage, but also gave the hermit clothes, for a while the government and the opposition praised the Son of Heaven's temperament, but also made the Lu family thatched cottage become another resort in Songshan, and the number of students visited was endless, and the number of people once exceeded 500. At this time of year, there are many fewer Confucian students in Confucian shirts who can be seen everywhere in the thatched huts under the Songshan Hanging Peak. At the beginning of the lunar month, students from other provinces and counties except Heluo resigned and returned to their hometowns, and in the past few days, the children of Heluo often embarked on the journey back to their hometowns.

Nowadays, some people are not used to this purity. Cui Jianxuan was sitting on the seat boredly, supporting his chin with one hand, and his eyes looked at Lu Hong, who was standing behind a tall bamboo desk, concentrating on the pen and painting, and saw that Lu Wangzhi, Pei Ning and Du Shiyi were all staring at him, he thought about it and quietly got up and leaned over. Seeing that the long scroll was almost finished, he couldn't help rubbing his chin, then hit Du Shiyi with his hand, and asked softly, "Is Master Lu almost finished?" ”

Lu Hong's long scroll was painted several times, and every time he thought he had finished it, but there were always other scenery to add to it. At this moment, it wasn't until Cui Jianxuan was already impatient that he heard Du Shiyi say softly: "Lu Shi's painting shows the beautiful scenery of the nearby mountains and forests, and naturally needs to be perfect." ”

"Nineteen Lang is only half right, the mountains and forests are beautiful, how can a mere brush paint them all? Drawing landscapes with a pen is said to be seeking artistic conception, but in the final analysis, it is to look at the ravines in people's chests. There are mountains and rivers in the chest, and when you close your eyes, it seems to be in front of you, and then you get the charm, and the pen is like a divine help. Although you have only been learning to paint for a few months, I will teach you this principle first. Lu Hong put down the pen with a smile, and when he saw Du Shiyi nodding in agreement, he said slowly, "I have been using this ink you made for more than half a year." It is as hard as jade, and the grinding place is sharp and can cut paper, and the ink halo is impeccable, and it is really good ink! Speaking of which, you really have a lot of ideas, if you hadn't asked Tian Mo to build such a high desk, I would have to let you stretch the paper for a few more days before I could achieve these ten scenes. Hopefully, when the ink is dry, you put the painting away. ”

Since Lu Hong said this, Lu Wangzhi naturally responded. And Pei Ning personally helped Lu Hong to the main seat and sat down, and when he listened to the whistling wind outside, he said: "Fortunately, the grass hall has just been renovated now, and it is more sheltered from the wind and rain than before, and the charcoal is also prepared, otherwise this year is colder than in previous years, but there are thirty or forty people who stay for the New Year, but it is not easy to arrange." ”

"But there are more people who accompany Lu Shi for the New Year." Lu Wangzhi walked from behind the desk at this moment, but said with a smile, "Last year, the little junior brother personally cooked with vegetables and vegetables to make soup, plus Thirteen Niang, there were only seven or eight people left, this year Thirteen Niang is not there, but the third junior brother is back, and the ninth junior brother is not back to Luoyang, but it is even more lively." Ming rì is the eighth day of the lunar month, because last year there were no locusts rampant this year, so Dengfeng County decided to solemnly sacrifice the Eight Wax Temple, and this morning also sent someone to the grass hall to ask the little brother if he would like to attend? ”

Although Du Shiyi had just heard about such a thing, he still didn't want to think about it, so he shook his head with a smile and said: "Since it is an official sacrifice, naturally the official government will come forward, what am I going to do as a scholar?" Please resign for me. ”

Cui Jianxuan easily saw such a loophole, and immediately shouted angrily: "You do your own calculations, how many times have you gone out after returning to the mountain?" Except for those few ink workers who come to you every three or five times, the gods and ghosts are nagging for a long time, plus I forced you to go to the Shaolin Temple twice, it's not that I said you, you are about to become a nerd! ”

As soon as the words fell, Pei Ning said coldly: "Although the tenth junior brother is too dedicated to learning, you are thinking about going out of the mountain every once in a while to be lazy, if you two can complement each other, Master Lu can rest assured!" ”

Cui Jianxuan was suddenly angry, and it could be seen that Lu Hong looked at it with a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak. In the past six months, the number of students in the cottage has increased several times, and there are three people under Lu Hong's official income, and there are five people who come with a letter of recommendation. Fortunately, in addition to his studies, the rest of Lu Hong had no taboos, and sometimes he and Du Shiyi would follow him to visit friends in the Guancao Hall of the other peak temples in Songshan, and his life was far more comfortable than at home in the Eastern Capital. The only unpleasant thing is that whatever Du Shiyi learns, Pei Ning will force him to learn together, and whenever he compares pipa or painting skills, he is the most distressed.

"Although Eleven Lang is lazy, he has a good talent. You just have to remember that you don't have to do everything by yourself, and that's it. ”

Hearing Lu Hong's admonition, Du Shiyi deliberately smiled and squeezed his eyes at Cui Jianxuan, seeing that he snorted at himself angrily, and then honestly bowed his head to be taught, and he suggested to Lu Hongyi that he open the pot and boil porridge. In this year, Laba is the rì son of the Son of Heaven's Laba sacrifice, and the popular Laba porridge in later generations is nowhere to be seen, so I heard Du Shiyi say that he used that kind of beans to make porridge, Lu Wangzhi smiled and said that it was good to drive away the cold in the cold, but Pei Ning frowned and said: "The idea of Nineteen Lang is too troublesome!" ”

That being said, when Du Shiyi got up early in the morning, he smelled the smell of beans rushing to his face. He was familiar with the way to find the kitchen and take a look, and saw that the old cook Ah Huang was directing the two cooks sent by the government to add various sè beans to the big pot, and when he saw him come in, he said with a little disgust: "Pei Langjun came to order it yesterday evening."

It's said that it was Du Langjun's idea, so today rì boiled bean porridge. It's just that those many beans are really hard to make, and I swept all the places before I finally got one. ”

Knowing that this old chef Ah Huang had followed Lu Hong's son for the longest time, Du Shiyi couldn't help but smile and thank her, but she muttered in her heart that Pei Ning was really cold and hot, and it had already been arranged without making a sound. This pot of porridge has been boiled from morning to evening, and the people who stayed in the cottage all shared a big bowl. Although Lu Hong no longer opened a grass hall to lecture on scripture history, he gathered the students left behind from time to time, and debated the poetry club of the Literary Society.

In the afternoon of this day, Du Shiyi and Cui Jianxuan came back from practicing swords in the open space behind the valley with a sweaty head, Tian Mo suddenly rushed to the front like a gust of wind, and said angrily without even having time to take a breath: "Lang Jun, Cui Lang Jun, Cui Zhai in Yongfengli, the eastern capital, sent a messenger over, saying that there is a hundred thousand urgent matters!" ”

As soon as they heard the words 100,000 urgent, Du Shiyi and Cui Jianxuan glanced at each other, and their hearts chuckled at the same time. The two hurried back to the thatched hut where they lived with Lu Wangzhi in three steps and two steps, but they saw a person in front of the door pacing back and forth, and immediately raised his head when he heard the movement, and saw that it was them who immediately rushed forward: "Lang Jun, Mrs. Tai's old illness has relapsed, and she is seriously ill, please Lang Jun return quickly!" ”

Cui Jianxuan had already asked people to send a letter back to his family, saying that he was stranded in the mountains this year and would not return, but when he suddenly heard that his grandmother was seriously ill, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he ran to Lu Hong's thatched cottage without saying a word. When Du Shiyi reacted, he saw that he had already run away, and suddenly the soles of his feet slipped on the tightly frozen mud and fell heavily, and he didn't care what to say to the Cui family messenger, so he hurriedly chased after him. When he arrived at Cui Jianxuan's side, he was about to help him, but he didn't want him to stand up with difficulty on the ground, no matter what 3721 still had to take a step forward.

"It's not bad, what if you fall so hard that you can't ride a horse?"

Du Shiyi grabbed this guy's arm, and Zuihou finally dragged the person to Lu Hong safely. Lu Hong already knew that Mrs. Cui Jiatai was seriously ill, and without waiting for the two of them to speak, he immediately said: "Eleven Lang, you should return to the Eastern Capital as soon as possible, and if there is anything, send someone back to inform me." Seeing Cui Jianxuan nodding again and again, turning around to leave, he glanced at the hem of his robe that was stained with a lot of dust, and instructed, "You must remember not to be too impatient along the way." You must know that what Mrs. Tai hopes most is that you, the grandson, can be safe and happy! ”

Having said that, seeing Cui Jianxuan nodding in a daze, but looking like he was in a mess, Lu Hong couldn't help but feel worried, and glanced at Du Shiyi who was about to speak, but Du Shiyi rushed ahead and said: "Master Lu, if it's freezing today, why don't I go back with Cui Shiyilang." Not to mention that Thirteen Niang still lives in Cui's house, Mrs. Qi Guotai and I have the same surname, and I, as a junior, should go back to visit. ”

"That's very good." Hearing Du Shiyi say this, Lu Hong immediately made up his mind, and immediately nodded and said, "Then you will accompany Shiyi Lang back to the Eastern Capital!" ”

Cui Jianxuan's heart was full of panic and worry, and when he heard Du Shiyi's words, he just glanced at him gratefully, and when he saw him come over and take his arm and go out, he muttered in a low voice: "It's just that I fell, and I can't even walk......

"Less wordy! If it weren't for the fear that you would be in a hurry, Lu Shi wouldn't have breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that I went back with you! You don't need to pack up, go back to the house to change your clothes first, and set off immediately! ”

When Lu Wangzhi and Pei Ning came back from Dengfeng County and heard the sudden news, Du Shiyi and Cui Jianxuan had already set off with their servants. The two brothers rushed to Lu Hong's thatched cottage, and before they could speak, Lu Wangzhi saw the Kaiyuan Tongbao scattered in front of Lu Hong's seat. Knowing that although Lu Hong was proficient in these divination techniques, he rarely used such divination, he couldn't help frowning, came to Lu Hong's side lightly, and then asked softly, "Master Lu is divining for the Empress Dowager of Qi?" ”

"Mrs. Tai, an old person, even if there is really a case, it is also the destiny of heaven. I was just smart for a while, and I calculated a hexagram for Cui Shiyi Lang and Du Jiu Lang. Lu Hong sighed tiredly as he spoke, and then said with a wry smile, "One of them is diligent and lazy, one is organized, one is freewheeling, one knows what he needs, and the other aimlessly drifts with the crowd, but he has a partial friendship." Du Jiulang copied countless books in less than three years, and almost read all the historical tales, and there were many jīng pith, and the trial fu was also unique. Moreover, he has a good foundation and is willing to work hard, and he also touches on other scriptures...... Alas! ”

Lu Wangzhi and Pei Ning glanced at each other and sighed at the same time. Immediately after, Lu Wangzhi suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, Nineteen Lang's uncle sent a letter from Youzhou to Dengfeng County, originally Zhao Mingfu wanted to ask someone to send it, and San Lang and I happened to go over, so I brought it back." ”

"Huh?" Lu Hong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise, and said thoughtfully after a while, "In this way, wait a little more or two, Wangzhi or San Lang will go to the Eastern Capital on my behalf, so that Du Jiu Lang and Cui Shi Lang don't have to rush back, and send him this letter by the way." By the way, send the books copied by Nineteen Lang as well, tell Nineteen Lang, and let him go back to Jingzhao Mansion. Next year is the year of the trial, so he might as well give Jingzhao Mansion a try. ”

Seeing that the two of them were all surprised, Lu Hong didn't explain again, and after signaling the two to retreat, he looked down at the seemingly chaotic copper coins on the ground.

Du Shiyi is a little fierce and lucky, while Cui Jianxuan ...... But it is an obvious omen.