Since it is to be given to Wang Anshi, the poems on this topic naturally cannot be written in the graceful words of the boudoir, and due to geographical limitations, it is naturally impossible to "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a seat". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Poems like info "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces" also seem a little undignified, and they do not conform to the artistic conception......

Gu Yan looked at the sky outside the window, there was still a period of time before nightfall. There are still two or three days to go before the New Year. After all, this painting still needs to be framed, and if it is a few days at night, the shops outside are closed, which is also troublesome.

Gu Yan looked at the painting, and countless poems flashed in his mind, but they were denied one by one. In the end, Gu Yan decided to simply write it himself. Although his level is not as good as the famous article, he still has the age here, so he can't be more harsh, right? Gu Yan thought a little scoundrelly.

"The ice and snow cover the deep forest, and Changzhou is gloomy. Don't be afraid of the cold north wind, and have your own cold heart. After finishing writing, Gu Yan looked left and right again, feeling good about himself, and he could still see it. After waiting for a while, seeing that the ink had dried, he carefully rolled up the scroll and stepped on the ice and snow to go out.

There were not many people on the road, only a few people walked on the road. Gu Yan lifted the curtain and walked into a bookstore, the inside of the house was warmer than the outside. When it comes to the New Year, naturally there won't be much business. Behind the counter, a shopkeeper-like man was roasting a charcoal fire. Seeing Gu Yan coming in, he hurriedly stood up, glanced at Gu Yan quietly, and saw that although Gu Yan was not very old, he had a good temperament in clothes, so he asked with a smile: "What does Xiao Langjun need?" ”

Gu Yan took out the painting, "I'm tired of the shopkeeper framing one or two for me." ”

The shopkeeper took the painting with both hands, glanced at it, and asked, "I wonder when Lang Jun will come to pick it up?" ”

"Can I pick it up tomorrow?" Gu Yan asked rhetorically.

"Yes." The shopkeeper smiled, "But the price is ......."

"Oh?" Gu Yan smiled and asked, "How much does the shopkeeper think is better?" ”

The shopkeeper stretched out two fingers: "At least two taels of silver." ”

Gu Yan's smile remained the same, but he picked up the painting and left.

"Lang Jun walks slowly." The shopkeeper hurriedly shouted.

Gu Yan grabbed the curtain with one hand, was about to lift it, turned his head, and said to the shopkeeper: "What did the shopkeeper call me to do?" This painting of mine is not a masterpiece of the previous dynasty, but I didn't expect the frame to be worth two taels of silver, so it can be seen that the shopkeeper has no intention of doing business with me, so I will look for him. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Don't worry, Lang Jun, this is easy to discuss, how about reducing five dollars." ”

Gu Yan didn't say a word and lifted the curtain.

"Wait!" The shopkeeper shouted, saw Gu Yan stop again, and said with a bitter face: "One or two silver, it's no longer indispensable!" ”

Gu Yan slowly lowered the curtain, put down the painting in his hand, and took out a tael of silver. "I'll pick it up tomorrow morning."

The shopkeeper took the painting and put it away, and said, "Xiao Langjun understands the market." Come on, I'll get it for you tomorrow. Just come and get it. ”

Gu Yan smiled and went out, in fact, framing an ordinary painting, one or two pieces of silver was already expensive. But it's been close in the past few years, and I want it tightly, just one or two silver. On the premise of being able to satisfy his own life, Gu Yan doesn't value money, and the reason why he bargains is just because he doesn't like to be seen as a fat sheep.

When I went out, there was some light snow outside, but fortunately the snow was not too big, the road was not far, and there was no problem in walking back, so Gu Yan sped up his pace.

Halfway through, a figure attracted Gu Yan's attention, there were already few people on the road, but there was a slender woman standing in the snow in front of her, and there was a little maid next to her. The woman, wrapped in a water-green cloak and wearing a hosta on her head, did not look poor, but for some reason did not use a chariot or horse to travel, but appeared in the snow. However, Gu Yan admitted that there was such a bright green in this snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

When I walked in, I found that the woman was talking to a child of six or seven years old, who was wearing a coarse cloth suit with some snow and cement water on her body, and there was a small stain on the woman's cloak, which seemed to be a child from a nearby family who had accidentally soiled her skirt.

The woman lowered her head, and Gu Yan could only see half of her face, but the faint voice was very clear and gentle, as if she was comforting the child. This woman has a good heart. Gu Yan couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he was looked at by the little maid who was following him. The little maid glanced at Gu Yan vigilantly, and whispered something to the woman, probably urging her to leave quickly. Gu Yan smiled and walked straight forward. The snow is still falling, so it's better to go back early.

Gu Yan braved the snow, strode back home, shook the snowflakes hanging on his body, and as soon as he stepped into the study, Hongyao took a coat and changed it for Gu Yan in person. The charcoal fire in the study must have been added by her, and it has not been extinguished until now, it is warm and warm. This made Gu Yan feel very comfortable in his heart.

Gu Yan smiled at her, and she also smiled back at Gu Yan. Xuan even walked out gently.

Gu Yan walked to the desk and sat down, there was a stack of manuscripts on the table, which were part of the manuscripts of the four books written by Zhu Xi in later generations, which Gu Yan plagiarized. Gu Yan rubbed this manuscript and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. If this manuscript is really printed, even if Wang Anshi is used as a cover, it can be covered up a little, but with his fourteen-year-old age, it is enough to spread his reputation throughout the Great Song Dynasty. Although Gu Yan does not appreciate Zhu Xi's character, Gu Yan has to admire Zhu Xi's talent and knowledge, but he is such a person, and he has written this four-book collection of annotations to his forties. Wang Anshi, who is currently only in his thirties, and Gu Yan, who is fourteen years old...... This amount varies greatly. Publishing such a book that has been spread throughout various dynasties in later generations and also circulated overseas, as the main author, is so young, which will naturally cause a lot of doubts and debates.

Wait! Gu Yan made up his mind. I flipped through the manuscript again. Although it is said that this manuscript is plagiarized, it is undeniable that Gu Yan has also put a lot of effort into it. For example, "Cheng Zi said" in the original text: "It is that it is cut off and cannot be used, and Gu Yan has to change them into his own thoughts." The political thoughts of Zhu Xi implied in the translation of the article must also be considered. After all, he is not really a fourteen-year-old hairy boy, and if he enters the office in the future, if there is a deviation between his political ideology and the articles he wrote, he will inevitably be criticized. This is not a small amount of work. But it's also a review of the Confucian classics. Gu Yan picked up the pen, pondered for a while, and wrote a few more words.

At this time, a brisk footstep came, accompanied by a brisk voice, "Hey, young master, there's a little Langjun looking for you outside." This is the voice of Gu Yan's new maid Qingzhi.

"Isn't that right? Could it be that the original owner has other friends? Gu Yan thought about it for a while, still confused, no matter what, let's take a look first, it's snowing outside, and it's not good to dry others after all.

"Invite him in."