My father has been working in other places for several years, and my mother passed away early. But Bao Chuan did not abandon her studies, she preferred to listen to the master's lectures in the school hall compared to the female red needle chisel. Since Bao Chuan and Jiang Yao were four years old, they followed their elder brothers and sisters into the academy for enlightenment.

For the two younger ones, the master didn't take much care of them at first. After a while, he found out that these were two treasures. Don't look at how long they can't sit a day, but the master didn't spit out the stars in vain, and the knowledge he taught didn't come out of this ear and that ear. It's a pity that Jiang Yao stayed in the academy for less than half a year and followed the master.

When Bao Chuan was seven years old, she went to class one day, and the flowers bloomed in front of the school. When the master saw it, he casually said, "Miss Qianjin has a hidden spring color in her sleeves. Bao Chuan replied: "Master Gaotang has a clear understanding in his chest. ”

At a young age, he was quick to think, and the master chanted again: "Cardamom girl, climbing the dragon and phoenix and climbing the good son-in-law." Bao Chuan's obsidian-like eyes were dripping, Li Nian wanted to help, Bao Chuan took out the peony flower from his sleeve, "I got a sentence," the little hand gently stroked the petals, "The white-haired Confucian is born, climbing the sun, climbing the moon, climbing the toad." "The master is very happy, the student's outstanding talent is not only related to his talent, but also shows that he teaches well.

So he excitedly told Li Deyu that Bao Chuan had good signs when he was born, and Li Deyu had high hopes for his daughter's future. His daughter is smart and beautiful, and he invited a famous teacher to teach her talent. Since then, it has been cultivated to a high standard, but it is not harsh and restrictive. Deyu was born in a large family of scholars, and naturally knew that in the deep palace of Gaoting, carved out according to the mold, it was too conformist and could not play free-range.

The distant Zhao Feiyan sisters were born in a good family and can occupy a high position: the daughter of a businessman near Wu Zetian, Queen Wang was born in a famous family, following the female virtue and female worker's appearance, but she can't play with others, Wu Zetian reads poetry and historical records. Bao Chuan was lucky not to frame himself in the strict precepts of the female ring.

One year to do a birthday, Bao Chuan dedicated to his father a pair of longevity couplets, the guests all praised the handwriting and chapters are natural, the charm is lively and freewheeling, and the heart and hand are one. Li Deyu listened to the guests' praise, but just stroked his beard and smiled.

"The tiger father has no dogs, and Ling Lang will shine in the future." The guest said, Li Deyu laughed, "This is a little girl's pen and ink, how can she scribble graffiti." "The guests were even more amazed. So far, Bao Chuan has become famous.

Deyu often said that Bao Chuan, if it is a boy, he can enter the picture, but unfortunately it is a daughter. When Li Nian was young, he was very unconvinced when he heard his father say this.

Now has Xue Shang as a companion, Xue Shang and Li Nian are in the same year, his life experience is zero, but he has never lost his enterprising spirit. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, which is also a spur to Li Nian.

Xue Shang's appearance looks like a humble son who is as gentle as jade, but his font is deep in the essence of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. Its regular script body is square and dense, the strokes are horizontal and vertical, the pen is strong and round, the momentum is solemn and majestic, and the muscles and bones on the back of the paper are powerful.

Because there is a "calligraphy" subject in the exam, people are eager to practice calligraphy, and everyone especially worships calligraphy. A well-written word is like a person's second face, and as the saying goes, words are like people.

Xue Shang is nineteen years old this year, he has not yet married, he has traveled for several years and has seen a small family of jasper, a beautiful lady, and a person in the dust, among which there are many beautiful flowers and outstanding looks. But since he saw Bao Chuan, he suddenly felt that the sea had been difficult to turn into water.

There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast direction of the back garden, enter from the moon cave door of the green luo, the peony in the courtyard, the apricot blossoms are like smoke, the pink butterflies are flying, and the three houses are hidden in it, and the Bao Chuan brothers and sisters are studying here.

The nurse's body has recovered somewhat, and the mother and son have been separated for ten years, and there are many things to say. Bao Chuan told Huansha to prepare pen and ink early in the morning and go to the school. Jiang Yao said with a smile: "Miss Bao is going here, and she must want to win the Toad Palace." Bao Chuan Wan'er smiled and said: "How can ordinary people and mundane things be better than immortals." ”

Bao Chuan came like a new lotus, "Say hello to my brother." "Bao Chuan Ying Ying Fu Body," I haven't seen her for a few days, and Bao Er has lost a lot. Li Nian smiled secretly in his heart, there are outsiders here, and Bao'er is very ladylike.

Xue Shang got up and waved at Bao Chuan, he and Bao Chuan were just two sides of the coin, and when he saw Bao Chuan again, he couldn't control his heartbeat. He thinks that his concentration is still good, at least he won't show what he thinks in his eyes. Therefore, people who know him say that there are bandit gentlemen, who are as good as they are. But when he saw Bao Chuan, he lost his usual calmness.

Bao Chuan saw that Xue Shang was also there, revealing a hint of her little daughter's shyness. In front of the unfamiliar young son, she was still a little cramped. The daughter who is raised in the boudoir still has few opportunities to show up. "Xue Gongzi Wan'an." Bao Chuan Fu Dao.

When the master came in, the three disciples consciously studied their knowledge, and he was very pleased that the disciples had lived up to his tireless professionalism. He asked his disciples, "What is the best sentence in the Book of Songs?" Bao Chuan replied: "The Book of Songs has 300 articles, Mo Ruoyun, Ji Fu is a song, and Mu is like a breeze. Zhongshan Fu will always cherish his heart to comfort him. "The teacher praised Bao Chuan Yaren profoundly.

Bao Chuan wears a white brocade jacket with gold tufts of flowers, a pomegranate skirt, and a pomegranate red scarf, dignified and luxurious, like a blooming peony. In the Reverence Temple, Xue Shang saw Bao Chuan's lively and playful side, and here he saw Bao Chuan's dignified and noble side. He could only look up at Bao Chuan, Xue Shang held back his mind, how could he Xue Shang fall into a situation of self-pity.

At noon, when Bao Chuan came back from school, Guizi helped Jiang, and Jiang Yao washed his mother's hair. Bao Chuan came to help, and Huansha and Guizi went to the big kitchen to cook.

Jiang's body was still weak, and her son helped her wash her hair, but she was so tired that her chest was tight. Bao Chuan looked at the nurse whose lips began to turn purple again, and her heart was furious. Jiang Yao took out the silver needle and quickly pierced the centripetal acupoint and the Jiguan acupoint.

"Miss," Guizi carried the begonia fancy eight treasures box, and walked into the house angrily. "Angry..." Bao Chuan shook her hand, she was angry and wanted to complain to Bao Chuan. The handymen in the kitchen are shallow-eyed, and they just ask for an egg custard in this room, and they don't give it back.

Huansha quietly pulled her sleeves behind her, and the two quietly placed the spoons and spoons. Fortunately, today's recipe has a cheese puff pastry. Guizi kept her mouth shut, afraid that she would not be able to speak. The Jiang family knew the situation in the house, and Bao Chuan's mother was depressed by three points when she was alive, let alone now.

In the evening, the nurse is much better. Bao Chuan simply took off his embroidered shoes, and the front of the embroidered shoes was embroidered with a cloud pattern. A woman's show feet can't be easily shown to outsiders, but in Bao Chuan's eyes, although they have been separated for ten years, she and Jiang Yao have a sense of closeness since they met, and he is a relative.

"Mother." Bao Chuan rubbed Jiang's palm affectionately with his cheek. "How old are you still coquettish, when you are four years old?" "You're angry, and you're coquettish." Bao Chuan motioned for him to sit on the other side. "I'm a seven-foot man, how can I be a little daughter." Jiang reached out and took Bao Chuan into his arms. "Mother." Bao Chuan said coquettishly.

"You're not at home, thanks to Bao'er by your side, you've survived until today for your mother." Jiang looked at Bao Chuan lovingly, "My son will not leave you again." Jiang Yao held his mother's hand. Jiang looked at a pair of children around him, two children with their hearts, appearance, and talents, a pair made in heaven. It would be nice if there was such a day.

"Mother, you can rest." Bao Chuan was afraid that she would be tired, and if Jiang couldn't say a few words, she would have chest tightness and shortness of breath, and her face would be as white as paper. Bao Chuan put on his shoes on the ground, and the three of them squeezed into a bed in the other room.