"Slaves?" Xue Baochai was taken aback, and said hurriedly: "Master Han, how can the slave family's superficial work be handled?" No, no! ”

Han Fei said with a smile: "Don't be modest, eldest lady, who doesn't know that your paintings are not allowed to be famous, and you are quite famous in the Jinling painting world?" Besides, if you go to buy a famous masterpiece, Yu Zhifu will not accept it, not to mention the waste, and it will be a waste of money! ”

Xue Baochai smiled slyly and said: "If you want the slave family to paint, you have to write a poem!" ”

"Okay, let's work together to complete this painting!"

Hearing these words in Xue Baochai's ears, it seemed to have another meaning, a trace of brilliance flashed in her eyes, and a thin halo rose on her cheeks.

"Han Gongzi, what should the slave family draw?"

What to paint, Han Fei didn't have a fixed opinion. He pondered for a while and said: "It is said that Yu Zhifu's family was poor when he was a child, and he was almost unable to support him to study, but he relied on tenacious perseverance and insisted on studying everywhere, and was often scolded as a stone by the villagers...... Just draw the rocks in the mountains...... By the way, have you ever seen a lime kiln? Just draw the stubborn stone and burn it to lime! ”

"Ah-big brother, Yu Zhifu was said to be a stone, but you asked your sister to draw a stone and burn it to ashes, this is ...... Aren't you going to offend the Yu Governor's Mansion? Xue Baoqin said worriedly.

"Qin'er, don't worry, I have my own opinions, you'll know later!" Han Fei said to Xue Baochai again: "Miss, just paint like this, it's best to paint the scene of a stubborn stone being burned by fire, just leave a small blank space for me to inscribe a poem!" ”

Although Xue Baochai was worried, he still followed Han Fei's instructions and asked Yin Xin to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then concentrate on painting.

"Good painting! Sure enough, it lives up to its name! Han Fei has been standing beside Xue Baochai, and he was sincerely amazed when he saw her old way of wielding her pen and painting with great interest.

Xue Baochai picked up a pen, handed it to Han Fei, and said with a smile: "The slave family's superficial work has been completed, Han Gongzi inscribed a poem!" ”

In fact, there is another reason why Xue Baochai asked Han Fei to write poems. She is known as the first talented woman in Jinling, and the way of poetry is naturally extraordinary. She heard that Han Fei had the nickname of Han Qingshan, but she had never seen him write poetry these days, nor had she heard of any old works of him, so today she just took the opportunity to take a look at Han Fei's poetic talent.

Han Fei already had a draft in his heart, so he calmly took the pen, dipped it in ink and moved the pen, and with Dong Qichang's calligraphy style, he waved it.

"Good word! Good poetry! "The women here were all brilliant personalities and were immediately intrigued.

Wang Ruolan muttered: "'Thousands of hammers are knocked out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if you are idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you want to leave your innocence in the world', this poem and this painting are really a perfect match! ”

When Xue Baochai heard the word "perfect match", he trembled slightly, and involuntarily looked up at Han Fei at his side, and then lowered his head with a red face.

"Okay, it's finally done, Yinxin, take it out, and let the housekeeper send someone to frame it!" Han Fei rolled up the painting casually and handed it to Yin Xindao.

Xue Baochai looked at Yin Xin's back, his eyes seemed to be a little reluctant, and he turned his head to Han Fei and said, "Master Han...... Is it okay for you to give this poem to the slave family? ”

"A little poem......

Han Fei saw that Xue Baochai had already laid a piece of paper on the bookcase, and then polished the ink with his own hands, and understood that it would not work if he didn't write, so he had to pick up the pen again and rewrite "Lime Yin" again.

"Big ......"

As soon as Han Fei opened his mouth to speak, Xue Baochai had already held the poem manuscript in the palm of his hand, and his face was happy, as if he had obtained a treasure.

The government examination is also the same as the county examination, after the list is released, the students who have taken the middle school have to go to the government to meet the prefect, known as the worship teacher. Of course, the county examination is only the initial examination of the imperial examination, and the students who are selected are not even students, and the worship teacher is more of a formality, unless you soar into the sky, no one will think of this relationship.

Therefore, although the students came with full expectations, if they wanted to say a few words to the prefect Yu Shiying, it all depended on his mood, most of them nodded and sent out, and the gift was confiscated.

Han Fei came a little late, he glanced at the students who came out of the government, and said to the officials: "This official, Han Fei is ......."

"You are Han Gongzi? The lord asked about you just now, so let's go in! ”

The student next to him saw Han Fei, the head of the case this time, and couldn't help but get together to discuss.

"He is the famous Han Divine Doctor? I can't imagine being so young! ”

"Yes, Doctor Han is famous all over the world at a young age, I didn't expect his knowledge to be so good! The text of the first case of the government examination has been passed out, and the younger brother has the honor to read it, and he asked himself if he could not write such a good article, and the first case of Han deserves its name! ”

"Doctor Han Shen has already obtained the first case in the county test, and if the hospital test gets the first case again, it will be a small three yuan!"

"Little Sanyuan...... Doctor Han's knowledge is indeed admirable, but the hospital is full of talents, and it is difficult to say! ”

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Under the guidance of the officials, Han Fei entered the duty room of the prefect Yu Shiying, and bowed down honestly and said, "Student Han Fei greets his teacher!" ”

"You're here? Okay, well, this official has been waiting for you in Jinling, and you haven't disappointed this official! ”

Sitting on the bookcase was Yu Shiying, who had a relationship with Han Fei, and he stared at Han Fei with interest for a while, and then said, "Sit down, talk to this official!" ”

"Thank you! The student moved into the new house, and the teacher also sent someone to send a plaque, but he never came to the door to thank him, and this time the student specially prepared a painting to express his gratitude! ”

Yu Shiying shook his head and said: "A plaque is nothing, your mind, this official has received it, and the painting should be brought back!" ”

"Teacher, this painting is not the work of a famous artist, and students dare not tarnish their teacher's reputation with vulgar things!" Han Fei unfolded the scroll and said: "This painting was painted by a student friend last night, and the student personally inscribed a small poem, please comment on it!" ”

"Oh?"

Yu Shiying took the scroll and spread it out on the bookcase. His eyes fell on the picture, stunned for a moment, and then read the inscription.

"Thousands of hammers are struck out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle. I am not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world...... I want to keep my innocence in the world......"

Yu Shiying chanted softly, reciting the last sentence repeatedly, as if she saw the hardships of her childhood and the ideals she had always adhered to. This poem seemed to be tailor-made for him, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

After a long time, Yu Shiying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a wry smile: "This official has lost his temper!" This poem and this painting are so good......"

"Don't hide it from the teacher, the students have heard about the teacher's experience and sentiments, and their friends are full of emotion, so they have this painting and this poem, which may be regarded as a little understanding of the teacher!"

"The official likes this painting and this poem very much, and accepts it!" Yu Shiying looked at Han Fei and said earnestly: "This official can see from your current writing that your talent is very good, but you can't be careless, the more fierce the competition will be." You are already the head of the county examination, reasoning, the main examination of the college examination in April next year will not be difficult for you, your vision should be long-term, the township examination in August next year, the palace examination of the year after tomorrow, is the goal of hard work! ”

"Students remember the teachings of their teachers!"

Han Fei came out of the prefect's duty room, and he was in a very good mood, this time he had a friendship with the prefect Yu Shiying, and he would have an extra backer on the ground in Jinling in the future.

"Ah...... Sorry......"

Han Fei only cared about his thoughts, and almost collided with a middle-aged green-robed official when he left the palace, and after the middle-aged official entered, he hurriedly asked the official next to him, "Who is that adult?" ”

"Qi Qi Han Gongzi, that is Jia Yu Village, Zhixian County, Jiangning County!"

Jia Yu Village? Of course Han Fei had heard of it, and now there are secret rumors on the ground in Jinling that the case of Xue Pan, the eldest son of the Xue family, who beat people to death last year, was ended by him in a daze.

Han Fei was not far from the mansion, met a group of entourage, and was about to get into the carriage and return to the house, when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "The surname is Han, you come down for this son!" ”

(End of chapter)