Since the beginning of winter on the fifth day of October, the weather has been cold and cold, and it has rained for several days in succession, Zhang Yuan has made eight strands in Wang Siren's front yard study, his hands and feet are cold, and it is not time to burn the brazier, it is the embarrassing season of wet and cold.

Wu Ling in front of the door suddenly coughed loudly, and then heard Miss Wang Yingzi's voice whispering: "What is the fake cough, this is my house, why do I want you to come to ventilate and report!" ”

Zhang Yuan smiled, Miss Yingzi is always outspoken and fast-talking, without twisting, very different from the official eunuch in the general boudoir, presumably influenced by her father's hearty and witty surname, these Miss Yingzi will occasionally come out, look at Zhang Yuan's eight shares, gossip a few words and go in, get along very naturally, only Wuling often makes a fuss, likes to cough or something-

Wang Yingzi had already put on a cold fur, her face was white and small, she was holding a brass stove in her hand, walked into the study and put the hand warmer on the bookcase, and said, "Give you warm hands." ”

Zhang Yuan's forehand was cold, and he said happily: "Thank you." Covering his hands on the hollow lattice of the hand-warming copper stove, feeling the steaming heat of the charcoal fire, he raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yingzi with a smile, and asked, "The teacher is out?" ”

Wang Yingzi said "um": "If my father doesn't go out, how dare I come out, he will stare at me." ”

Zhang Yuan smiled: "Just stare at it, it doesn't matter." ”

Wang Yingzi said: "It's not glaring at you, of course it doesn't matter to you, my father often praises you, and I'm tired of listening to it." Saying "Ge" with a smile, he tilted his head to look at the eight-strand text written by Zhang Yuan, and read: "-- The position of the monarch and the minister, as for the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, and the autumn of the rebellion and the separation of relatives, the monarch and the minister are not positioned-Well, this is the title of the four books." ”

Zhang Yuan said: "After writing this, today's homework will be completed, I will go home in the afternoon, and I will fight with Yao Xiucai in three days, I am worried." ”

"What are you worried about?" Wang Yingzi couldn't help but say: "Daddy said that you will win, and Daddy also promised to take me to Shanyin Confucianism to see you bet on eight shares-" He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yuan's unfinished eight-strand article, and said, "But your small block characters are really stupid and ugly." ”

This sentence hit Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan felt that his calligraphy had improved greatly in the past two months, and he had a good name, and said: "Then ask Miss Yingzi to write two words for me to appreciate." ”

Wang Yingzi widened her eyes and laughed, this second lady Wang smiled a little specially, most of the other women squinted their eyes when they laughed, but her eyes widened, her two eyebrows raised, and she looked surprised and laughed, and said: "I'm not convinced, right, let my father praise you so much that you don't know how thick you are?" ”

Being teased by a fifteen-year-old girl in person, Zhang Yuan was almost annoyed, and said with a smile: "These words have indeed heard a lot of good words, and Miss Yingzi poured cold water on me." ”

Wang Yingzi's eyebrows raised even higher: "Hehe, I thought you would jump up in anger, the cultivation is good, then good, I'll pour cold water on you, it's very cold--just I'll finish your eight-strand article." ”

Zhang Yuan gave way, Wang Yingzi sat over, lifted the pen, moistened the pen on the ink inkstone a little, and then slipped down to write:

"Therefore, the king of Xing rises and those who go along with it prosper, and those who go against it die. Those who follow it are Wang Zuo, and they are also emperors, and they must be able to bring them to their senses; Those who rebel are thieves and rebels, and they must be added to the ......."

Half of the eight-strand essay of more than 200 words was written in a moment, Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, how to continue these eight strands Don't talk about it first, just these few lines of small block letters, really embarrassed him, obviously more neat and mellow than the lines he wrote before-

Wang Yingzi put down the pen and stared at Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan seemed to be blushing, would he blush if he poured a basin of cold water?

Zhang Yuan sighed and said: "Miss Yingzi is talented, Xiaosheng-uh, admire and admire." ”

Wu Ling, who listened with his ears pricked up by the door, was overjoyed, the show is coming, the young master calls himself "Xiaosheng", he has entered the play, what is the young master doing when he changes his words!

Wang Yingzi didn't notice anything wrong, and said bluntly: "You have no rules for this small Kai, do you think that if you reduce the big Kai to write it, it will be a small Kai?" ”

Zhang Yuan was ashamed, he was indeed like this, his Xiaokai was a miniature version of the Magu Monument, and asked: "Then how to practice?" ”

Wang Yingzi said: "Didn't my father teach you calligraphy, oh, anxious to learn eight shares, then I'll talk to you casually, don't use the reverse front when Xiao Kai puts down the pen, the sharp edge is on the line, mention it when you close the pen, don't go back to the front, don't grasp the pen too tightly, the wrist should be alive, and the fingers don't twist the pen - my father has a lot of laws, you wait to ask my father to ask it." ”

Zhang Yuan sincerely admired it, and made a respectful gesture: "Thank you Miss Yingzi for your advice." ”

Wang Yingzi really didn't return the salute like a teacher, and suffered a big stab.

Speaking of Xiaokai, and talking about eight shares, Wang Yingzi said that she didn't concentrate much on learning the art of making, but a few years ago, when her father taught her brother to make art, she audited, and slowly it will be.

Zhang Yuanxin said: "That's how it is, but this also requires Miss Wang Er to be smart." ”

Wang Yingzi said: "Now I don't read those Confucian scriptures, it's useless, and I can't really be a sage on behalf of the sages, do I still want to eat cold pork in the Confucian Temple, even Mencius almost didn't eat cold pork." ”

The so-called cold pork is the pork dedicated to Confucius in the Temple of Literature, and the tablets of Mencius and Zhu Xi, the sages of the past dynasties, can also enjoy sacrifices in the Confucian Temple, this Zhang Yuan naturally knows, but Mencius almost didn't eat cold pork, what happened?

"It's my dad who said that." Wang Yingzi chuckled: "When Emperor Gao of this dynasty first read "Mencius", he saw that 'the monarch regards the minister as a mustard, and the minister regards the monarch as an enemy', 'the monarch has a great fault, then admonishes, and repeats it and does not listen, then it is transposed', Emperor Gao was furious, and ordered Mencius to move the tablet out of the Confucian Temple, and Mencius was not allowed to eat cold pork. ”

Zhang Yuan laughed, Wang Yingzi also laughed, the little Xi Nu Wuling by the door didn't understand, seeing that the two of them laughed so well, he laughed along.

Just when she was having a good time, a little maid flew in and said, "Second Miss, the master has entered the door." ”

Wang Yingzi got up and walked with an "oh", walked a few steps, walked back and took the hand warmer away, and said: "Daddy will see, anyway, you have already written eight shares, no need to warm your hands." He grinned toothily and left.

Wang Siren entered the study, saw Zhang Yuanzheng writing at the desk, and asked: "Are the two pieces of art finished today?" Don't be polite, keep writing, I'll comment immediately, and you'll be back in the afternoon. ”

Of course, Wang Yingzi's handwriting is not good for Wang Siren to see, so Zhang Yuan copied Wang Yingzi's continuation of the eight-strand text, and presented it to Wang Siren together with the previous Spring and Autumn Question Eight Shares, Wang Siren browsed it and said: "These two articles are well-solved, and they are all good articles, and the Spring and Autumn Question is still good." ”

Zhang Yuan was secretly happy in his heart and said: "The student's small script is very bad, please ask the teacher to borrow a few small block books for the student to copy." ”

Wang Siren nodded and said: "You have to practice hard work, I will borrow two small regular script with you, one is the Tang Dynasty Zhong Shaojing's book "Lingfei Sutra", and the other is Zhu Zhishan's "Before and After Teacher Table" of this dynasty, be careful not to deface." ”

It's all genuine, how dare you deface, Zhang Yuan said: "The student still wants to copy the teacher's Xiaokai." ”

Wang Siren smiled and said: "You are flattering me, haha, okay, I wrote a volume of Luo Shen Fu a few days ago, and I gave it to you." He added: "These people were caught by the old monks of Yanqing Temple to write scriptures, and their pens were dry." ”

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After lunch, Zhang Yuan went back to the west wing to pack his luggage, waiting for Shi Shuang to pick it up.

Wu Ling asked, "Young Master, won't you come here to live in the future?" ”

Zhang Yuan said: "In the future, I will come once every half a month, and I will ask the teacher to comment on the eight shares I have made, and I don't need to live here to study anymore." ”

Wu Ling was a little disappointed, he just heard the sentence "Xiaosheng", why is there no play? I don't know if there will be any drama in the future? Thinking that the young master will be famous in the Shanyin School Department with eight shares after three days, Yao Zhizhu will be unlucky, and Wuling will be happy again, full of expectations.

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