At noon, Fang Yun went home and ate lunch as usual, as if he didn't remember Zhang Jing'an's son at all.

In the afternoon, Fang Yun continued to work, and after finishing with Lao Guo, he arrived home at nine o'clock in the evening.

These physical tasks are very simple for Fang Yun, whether it is being a soldier, a pavilion chief or a tilting of his feet, it has little impact on him, and he is immersed in the world of strange books most of the time, constantly learning.

As his practice deepened, Fang Yun felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming a scholar, and he could be promoted to a bachelor's degree in two months at most, and now it was less than two years before he was promoted to Hanlin.

After dinner, Fang Yun continued to read until late at night, when the door of Zhang's Mansion sounded softly.

Zhang Jing'an walked into the courtyard in despair, and was about to go back to the bedroom, but saw his father's study lit up with night pearls.

Through the glass window, Zhang Jing'an looked at the light of the night pearl and looked at Fang Yun's figure, and was stunned. Only then did he realize that every time he woke up at night, he could see his father reading and studying.

Recalling these days, Zhang Jing'an remembered that his father occasionally appeared to look distracted when he was in the army or working, and his lips moved lightly, he didn't care at the time, but now he understands that his father should have been silently reciting the holy scriptures at that time.

In Zhang Jing'an's heart, only his grandfather Zhang Wankong is tall and majestic, like an immortal statue standing in his heart, and has been described by Zhang Hua as an omnipotent hero, and his father Zhang Longxiang's appearance is extremely vague, no matter who he is, he rarely mentions it, and is completely covered by Zhang Wankong's light.

At this moment, the image of Zhang Jingxin's father became concrete.

"This is a harder and harder reader than his grandfather......"

Zhang Jingxin was ashamed, and at the same time remembered the girl he had seen during the day, and his heart was extremely irritable.

Zhang Jing'an walked back to the room quickly, but he couldn't sleep anyway, and all the things that had happened these days kept flashing in his mind. Every time I wanted to sleep, the drowsiness would be dispelled by the girl's eyes.

The girl is the granddaughter of Pinghai Hou, and the girl's father and Zhang Longxiang once joked after drinking that if they have children, they will form an in-laws, which is almost a marriage between the belly.

But now. One is a princess-like noble girl, and the other is a market boy pulling a dung truck.

Zhang Jing'an could not bear this kind of gap.

In the early hours of the morning, Zhang Jing'an still couldn't sleep, his stomach was rumbling, he was so hungry that his eyes were full of stars, and he was upset, so he had to get up and walk around the house, ready to drink some water.

Wenqu stars are shining in the sky. The snow and stars turn to silver, and the silent winter night is full of different kinds of beauty.

The night pearl in the study is still lit.

Zhang Jing'an stared blankly, until he couldn't stand the cold, ran into the study quickly, closed the door, rubbed his hands gently, and kept sighing.

Fang Yun put down the scroll in his hand and raised his head. looked at Zhang Jing'an, his eyes were calm.

Zhang Jing'an glanced at his father. A look of shame appeared on his face, and he pretended to be very natural and asked, "It's so cold, why don't you let your subordinates prepare braziers?"

"I'm Hanlin, and this weather can't freeze me. Why don't you sleep yet?" Fang Yun asked.

"Can't sleep. Zhang Jing'an said.

"Do you want to continue working tomorrow?" Fang Yun's tone was a little strange.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun, silent, and he was obviously standing. But I felt that there was a kind of detachment in the eyes of the person who was sitting, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain and looking down on himself, but he did not feel uncomfortable.

"I ...... I don't really want to do it. Zhang Jing'an's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, and his face gradually turned red.

"If I hadn't done this, I would have a better livelihood. You will earn a lot more than this industry, it is easy to earn a few hundred taels of silver a month, and you will have more during the New Year's holidays. Fang Yundao.

If it was Zhang Jing'an before, he would be very excited, but now he just showed a little curiosity and asked, "What kind of business?"

"I take you, you take the bowl, and go to all the big families in Jingzhou City to ask for food and beg. Fang Yun said expressionlessly.

Zhang Jing'an instinctively remembered the scene that happened today, remembered the girl's eyes, and his face turned red.

"You ......" Zhang Jing'an was speechless.

"If you don't tilt your feet, I can only take you as a beggar. Fang Yundao.

"Are you a dignified Marquis of Zhujiang, a Terran Hanlin, and can be a beggar?" asked Zhang Jing'an.

"I can even tilt my feet, what is a beggar?" Fang Yunman didn't care.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and the study fell silent.

Zhang Jing'an sat down opposite Fang Yun.

Gollum......

Zhang Jing'an was extremely embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said, "I don't work, I can study." ”

Fang Yun's cold voice came from the study: "You can do whatever you want, who do you think you are? Are you the Heavenly King Laozi, or the Terran Half-Saint!"

The whole study was buzzing.

Zhang Jing'an's face turned white suddenly, his heart sank deeply, he thought that he had a way out, but he couldn't stand the suffering, it was a big deal to go to the school to study, mix for more than ten years, maybe he could become a child, and when this reverse father died, he would be the Marquis of Zhujiang, no matter how it was, he would have no worries for a lifetime.

However, these words seemed to shatter something, and Zhang Jingan fell into endless panic.

Zhang Jing'an cautiously raised his head and found that his father was extremely indifferent, obviously just separated by a table, but it seemed to be separated by a mountain range, as if it was separated from two realms.

Zhang Jing's remorse swelled in his heart, and as time went by, this regret became more and more intense, and even formed an unprecedented hatred for himself, hating his own stupidity, hating his arrogance, and hating his blindness.

I knew that reading was the best way out, but I was angry, evaded, delusional, and finally suffered a lot, not only did I achieve nothing, but even the last retreat was cut off.

Fang Yun placed a fist-sized piece of jade on the table, most of which was like a stone, but occasionally there were one or two crystalline jade colors.

After this piece of jade appeared in the study, Zhang Jing'an only felt that his mind was extremely clear, and he could even fill his stomach after taking a breath, he didn't feel hungry, and the negative emotions in his heart gradually decreased.

"This is the talent jade I got from the Gou family's secret room, and I have already decided that day, after I find a craftsman to ponder it, I will give it to you to carry with you. You've let me down, though. After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took away the talent jade.

The light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes faded with the disappearance of the talent jade, which seemed to take everything away from him, draining his body and injecting something called "remorse" at the same time.

Talent jade, for any scholar in the literary world, is as important as the semi-saint treasure, as long as you get it, people will become smart, even if you are lazy, you will be able to stimulate all your potential by the talent jade, and become an excellent student.

There is a saying in the Confucian literary world that even if a pig gets the talent jade, he can be admitted to the show.

Zhang Jing'an couldn't believe that he had a chance to get the talent jade, but he stupidly gave up.

(To be continued.) )