In the middle of the fourth year of Guanghe, Yu said goodbye to his parents Yu Zhending. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After arriving in Luoyang, he was ordered by the boss to compose a poem. ”

No matter what time it is, there must be a reason for doing things, and this is the atmosphere of this era.

Seeing that Zhao Yun's pen was flowing smoothly without a trace of hindrance, Zhao Fu, the housekeeper who had been secretly watching, fell to the ground like a big stone in his heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

To be honest, for this clan nephew, Zhao Zhong tried his best to praise it, it seemed that the more powerful Zhao Yun was, the more light his face would be.

However, he didn't know the bottom of his heart. In the past two days, the two brothers have been in the house, and they have no intention of taking the school exam.

However, it was quite embarrassing, Zhao Zhong couldn't find a famous person to come out, and Zhao Zhong didn't believe in those who came to him, and it was impossible for them to come to the school to take the exam.

Yang Ci wanted to take the school to Zhao Yun, and he was surprised and delighted in his heart.

What is surprising is that if he can't pass this level, Zhao Yun will be knocked into the dust in the future. What are you kidding, an old minister of the Five Dynasties, a great Confucian in the world, how can a little Zhao Yun be compared?

Happily, on the one hand, you can see if Zhao Yun is worth continuing to invest, and on the other hand, if you pass this pass, the status of your nephew can rise from now on.

Seeing Zhao Fu's expression, he felt like a cat scratching in his heart, and he couldn't wait to stand beside Zhao Yun to watch.

However, Zhao Zhong secretly glanced at Yang Ci, who was the old god, and this old man had a posture of looking at his nose and nose, and immediately dispelled this idea, and said that it would only increase people's shame and laughter.

Over there, Zhao Yun continued to write the preface: "I felt when I thought of the clothes made by my loving mother when I left home, so I made a wanderer to remember it." ”

His pen didn't stop from the moment he got it, and the atmosphere in the hall was very weird, everyone was staring at the young man and waving non-stop, even Zhao Man, who had always been a little cynical, was worried in his heart.

"Please come across!" Zhao Yun put down the pen, saw that the ink was not flowing, and respectfully presented it.

Yang Ci didn't speak, and he didn't expect a five or six-year-old boy behind him to read aloud: "Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is on the top." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

"This is the old man's eldest grandson Yang Xiu!" The old man didn't think he was angry, touched the child's head lovingly, and said meaningfully: "His mother is none other than Yuan Shu's eldest daughter. ”

What the? Zhao Yun had 10,000 grass and mud horses flying in his heart, and Yuan Shu was only in his thirties, and he should be less than forty years old.

It seems that Yang Xiu's father Yang Biao and the old cow eat tender grass, or the old Yang family saw that the rise of the Yuan family was unstoppable, and some grievances surrendered themselves to marry a woman from the Yuan family who was enough to be her father.

Yang Ci came to the scene today with vague intentions, and Zhao Yun felt that there should be no malicious intent. Could it be that you want to resolve the conflict between yourself and the Yuan family? But it's not like it, even if he wants the Yuan family, it's impossible.

After all, in the future, the Zhao family should only have one heir, and the others should stand aside. He didn't want to be the patriarch himself, and others didn't necessarily think so.

"By the way, the wives of your eldest brother and second brother are my mother's aunt." Yang Xiu poked his head out from behind his grandfather: "Then according to your seniority, aren't you my grandfather's cousin?" Do I have to call you Grandpa? ”

The atmosphere in the room froze again, but I didn't expect this kid to say such a thing.

Although Yang Ci couldn't cry or laugh, even Zhao Yun was very embarrassed. The old man called his cousin? This old man is a veteran of the Five Dynasties and the master of Emperor Ling, and the picture is very beautiful when I think about it.

It's a pity that people dare to say that they may not dare to agree.

"You're Yang Xiu, right?" Zhao Yun's face was solemn: "I was writing a poem about filial piety just now, do you understand the meaning?" ”

Yang Xiu was puzzled, as the eldest grandson of the Yang family, he had to be wind and rain everywhere, and no one had ever dared to be so serious about himself, he couldn't help but nod.

"Adults talk, children are not allowed to interject!" Not to mention, Zhao Yun had a sense of power when he was calm, which scared this little kid speechless.

"Besides, that's not how seniority is counted!" He continued to teach: "My father-in-law, Uncle Gong and Master Ci Minggong, also have to perform the discipleship ceremony when they see your grandfather, when will their duties be arranged according to the woman? ”

Yang Xiu's words just now made Zhao Zhong's soul tremble, Rao is that he can speak well, but he doesn't know how to explain it on the side.

Hearing the words of the nephew, I couldn't help but feel more and more happy in my heart.

He doesn't have much appreciation for poetry, and it is already the limit to be able to recognize a lot of words, but this poem is catchy, he completely understands the meaning when he hears it, and there is no displeasure on Yang Ci's face, so he must be very decent.

is also a person who can behave in the world, and in an instant, he thought that the seniority was determined according to the man's determination to resolve the embarrassment, and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes!" Your father and my brother are about the same age and are the same generation as you. ”

Yang Ci coughed lightly: "Zilong, there are many sentences in general poems, and your poems only have three sentences, why is this?" ”

"Honorable Lord!" Zhao Yun saluted again: "In Yun's view, poetry should not be limited to length. We only need to make one thing clear, not three words, even one sentence is enough. ”

"In the past, the sages said: The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. In just nine words, it illustrates the truth of the world where time passes like a white horse, which is more vivid than thousands of words that moan without disease. ”

"What a Zhao family unicorn! What a Zhao Zilong! Yang Ci raised his voice and said: "The old man looks at this poem, even if it is just three sentences, it vividly shows the mother's thoughts about her son and your own desire to repay the kindness of parenting. ”

Don't look at Yang Xiu's interruption just now, his mind has always been on figuring out the poems, but he found that no matter how he added it, it seemed to be a dog's tail and a mink, but he was just a little confused about the length.

"Before I came, the old man also thought that he could guide you in poetry." Yang Ci was a little melancholy: "Your father-in-law also wrote to say that you can often draw inferences from the subjects he teaches. ”

"Although Ciming is much younger than the old man, the old man also admires his knowledge."

Oh, my God! Zhao Zhong was about to call out, could it be that this old man had the intention of accepting his nephew as an apprentice? It's a shame.

However, he is more proud, even the world's top Confucians, can't teach Zhao Yun, what an honor.

"Don't look at the ancestor Bo Qigong and the ancestor Uncle Jiegong were both captains, and the old man asked himself that he couldn't teach you in military affairs. Your father, Marquis Zhao, fought in the Northern Xinjiang, and Zilong made great contributions. ”

"My father once said that military things must be tempered by the battlefield before they can continue to innovate."

"The art of war and combat examples left by our ancestors have changed over time, and some of them are no longer applicable. Seeing the "Art of War" printed by your Zhao family, the old man often sighed. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Ci suddenly changed his words: "My grandson Yang Xiu is stubborn and stubborn. In ethnology, there is no one who can teach. ”

"Shicai is very respectful to you, and he wants to hand it over to Zilong, I don't know what you think?"

This? Zhao Yun was a little confused, give me my grandson as an apprentice?

He said softly: "In the past, Chen Wei once said: When you are young, it may not be good, I see that you are young and intelligent, flashy, and like to explore the details. ”

"That's a great thing!" Yang Cile smiled.

"Meet the master!" Yang Xiu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. (To be continued.) )