"Mystery." Sister-in-law Yu folded her clothes neatly and came out to find her daughter. In the yard, a teenage girl is sitting by the well platform to wash clothes, the girl's eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like autumn water, and she is smart and beautiful.

"There are mountains of work at home, can't you put the clothes in your hands first?"

Xuanji got up and went into the house, picked up the clothes on the bed, "Mother, my daughter is going to deliver clothes to her sisters, come back soon, and I will wash the clothes when I come back." ”

Xuanji walked out of the yard, and Sister-in-law Yu looked at her daughter's slim back, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Xuanji pulled the knocker, and the maid came to open the door, "Sister Ruyu's clothes." Xuanji whispered.

"This is the salary, and this is the extra reward given to you by the young lady." Xuanji bowed deeply, thanked him with a smile, and ran to the next house.

When they arrived at the red girl's house, the maid came out to open the door, and Xuanji ran in quickly. A man came out of the room yawning.

"Master." Xuanji threw himself into the man's arms with a bear hug.

"Our mystery is that the early bird has bugs to eat." Wen Tingyun rubbed the little head melon lovingly.

"Sister, Sister Honghong's clothes." Xuanji handed over the clothes to the red maid and grabbed Wen Tingyun, "Master, go to the house to eat wontons." ”

"Today is a holiday for you, Master has made an appointment with a few friends." Wen Tingyun followed her out.

"Master." Xuanji raised his face and looked at him with a blank eye.

"You." Wen Tingyun shook his head with a smile.

"Master, it's the best." Xuanji sent Master to the door of the house, "Master, you go home first, and I will send two more clothes." ”

This female disciple of his, who is extremely intelligent and quick in thinking. I started studying with him at the age of seven, and now I have been studying for two years.

Wen Tingyun pushed the door in, and Sister-in-law Yu stood up and said respectfully; "Childe, you're here."

She and her daughter depend on each other for their lives, and they barely make ends meet by working as a domestic helper for others. Childe is a great talent in the world, and if he can accept his daughter as a disciple, Sister-in-law Yu feels that no matter how hard and tired she is, it is worth it.

The sister-in-law wiped her hands with an apron and went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea. Wen Tingyun didn't enter the room, moved a stool and sat outside to bask in the sun.

There are other residents in the yard, who are responsible for keeping watch at night and maintaining the daily safety and order of the Bamboo Forest Pavilion... Miscellaneous servants in charge of the security of the Bamboo Forest Museum.

Pingkangli went out of the east gate to the east market, and Xuanji bought a piece of pork and five catties of flour. Rushing all the way home, his little face was red and fluttering, and there were beads of sweat hanging on it.

"Master, I'm back." Wen Tingyun got up and opened the door and took the things in her hand. Xuanji hugged the master's arm, and the two went to the kitchen.

Xuanji had never met his father, and he had never heard his mother mention his father. Xuanji's closeness to the master, sister-in-law Yu attributed it to Xuanji's lack of fatherly love since childhood.

Xuanji's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to her mother, but the hardships of life have left traces on Sister-in-law Yu's face. One of her hands has been soaked in cold water all year round, and her thick bones are soaked red.

It's a pity that Xuanji is a rare good seedling, and I visited my sister-in-law several times. wanted to accept her under his command, but was politely declined by sister-in-law Yu.

Sister-in-law Yu went to the kitchen, Xuanji washed clothes, and Master sat in the sun to catch lice. Wen Tingyun rolled up her sleeves and rummaged for lice inside, as if no one was around, Xuanji couldn't help laughing.

The toddler who was young and ignorant for the first two years of Xuanji is now two years older and knows some things.

Master is nostalgic for Fengyue place, she and her mother have been working as a maid in the Bamboo Forest Pavilion for two years, and the sisters here are extremely delicate and exquisite women.

She couldn't imagine the Master lying on the embroidery bed of her sisters in lice-infested clothes.

If lice come out of Master's neckline, what will the sisters look like? Xuanji giggled and looked back at the master, who calmly caught lice and was unmoved.

Wen Tingyun also signed up for this year's spring selection. The spring of the second year of Huichang is different from previous years, and in the primary selection of talents, money and power are inevitably the reference standards, but the reputation of knowledge and character is an unavoidable factor for recommenders.

After the primary election, about 1,000 people went to Chang'an to participate in the examination. Wen Tingyun is a world-famous talent who passed the primary election very smoothly.

More than 1,000 people participated in the examination, and after three rounds of examinations, such as pasting scriptures, poems, and political theories, 25 people were finally screened out.

Wen Tingyun is a world-famous talent, and he is also a world-famous prodigal. Therefore, he participated in the imperial examination for several years, and repeatedly failed the test, not because of his talent, but because of his reputation.

Wen Tingyun prides himself on his high talent, and ordinary people can't get into his eyes, and some people with mediocre talents are just good at drilling.

Wen Tingyun is proud of her talents, and she doesn't like to be welcomed in the camp the most in her life. I can't get used to the behavior of three and four villains. It is inevitable to offend some people, and to act as you like, and inevitably to tell the truth.

So the crowd poured gold and destroyed the bones. Entering the dynasty as an official, the reputation of officials is also one thing. Those who are jealous of him, who are not used to him, and who do not conspire with each other in different ways, so that Wen Tingyun has had a bumpy and rugged road to the imperial examination in the past few years.

Wen Tingyun is a person who does not play cards according to common sense. He had a problem when he was taking the school poetry test. An examination booth was set up in the Taixue Garden, and the candidates all pulled a single table. One compartment per person.

Jin Wuwei maintained order, and every candidate entered the examination room, and Jin Wuwei searched his body. Take off your heads, take off your shoes, and leave umbrellas, parcels, and the like outside. Enter the exam room barefoot, with mats and cushions on the exam room.

A candle of the same length is placed on the table. The drums in the Tai Academy sounded, and the invigilator lit candles for each table, and the exam began.

Poetry subjects require word count and rhyme. As soon as the drum sounds, ordinary people devote themselves to the intense preparation for the exam.

But Wen Tingyun is in the second class. Wen Tingyun's eyes as clear as water stared intently at the examiner, and he could only look at the examiner. On either side are curtains that separate the space.

When the candidates in front of him saw the questions and requirements, sweat flowed down. It made Wen Tingyun feel stuffy, and the space was too cramped.

The examiner stared at him intently, too. He and the examiner looked at each other 'affectionately'. Wen Tingyun rested his elbows on the table and crossed his fingers rhythmically.

The examiner stared at him nicely, once, twice, three times... The examiner counted to eight, only to see Wen Tingyun lifting the pen and grinding, and it was done overnight.

The examiner was secretly surprised, and sure enough, it was worthy of its name, Wen Bacha, Wen Bayin. Superior, really superior. The examiner walked over, picked up the test paper, and the examiner was amazed.

"Xiangling Drum"

Good drum clouds and Se, often hear the emperor's spirit. Feng Yikong danced to himself, and Chu Ke was unbearable.

The bitter tone is poignant, and the clear sound is in the dark. Cangwu came to complain, and Bai Zhi moved Fangxin.

The flowing water spreads to Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through the cave. There are no people in the song, and there are several peaks on the river.

The examiner walked away with his hands behind his back, and several calls sounded, Brother Wen, Brother Wen Xian, Wen Xian's nephew...

The examiner turned around, and the examination room fell silent. The brother who was sweating in front of him put his hand in the back. Wen Tingyun waved it and handed over a ball of paper.

A gap peeked under the curtain next to it, and a note slipped through it. The rhyme of the next examination room is different. Wen Tingyun thought for a moment, and then waved his pen on the paper. The pen is graceful and magnificent, and his words are the same.