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"In the name of Guozijian, to open Juyouxuan, what do the two brothers think?"

Song Qingyuan's inquiring gaze looked at Da Lang and San Lang.

In her opinion, this is the most advantageous option at the moment.

First, the Song family is not suitable for a head-on conflict with the prince.

Second, it's okay if the Song family is just a petty official.

But if Da Lang and San Lang really enter the officialdom and rise to prominence, Juyouxuan will become their constraint.

After all, buying the hearts of the world's scholars, this alone will not be tolerated by the emperor.

There are some things that ordinary people can do, and the great Confucians of the world can do it, but the important ministers of the court can't do it.

Third, it is the collection of books in Juyouxuan.

Compared to the capital, it is really dwarfed.

Fourth, there is a shortage of manpower.

Da Lang, San Lang is studying here, if he is distracted from management, it will inevitably affect his studies, and he will abandon his roots.

Therefore, considering the above, Song Qingyuan chose the behemoth of Guozijian.

Once it intervenes, then all problems will be solved.

First of all, Guozijian is an institution, he has a rich collection of books, and there are many subordinate officials.

Secondly, it is subordinate to the imperial court and does it in its name, and the honor belongs to the Guozijian and is not owned by individuals.

Naturally, there will be no taboos for those in power.

Moreover, the second prince can't be an enemy of the entire country because of his own anger.

"Yuan'er, this is a very good idea!"

Da Lang, San Lang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"With the power of Guozijian, we will definitely be able to make Juyouxuan bigger and benefit more students from poor families."

"It's just ...... like this"

San Lang looked at Song Qingyuan guiltily.

"I'm afraid that the credit will go to the prince of the country, which is ...... for you It's not fair. ”

"There's nothing fair or unfair."

Song Qingyuan shook his head, his eyes clear and clear.

smiled slightly, "In life, there must be a trade-off!"

"As long as you have a good conscience!"

"Doesn't Lord often say that if you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone."

"I can do something for the poor students in the world, and my wish is enough."

"What's more, now that I'm in the limelight, why bother to rob the edge of the country's eunuch again."

"Besides, with that Lord Lin's person, presumably, he will not treat me badly."

Hearing this, Da Lang and San Lang glanced at each other, suddenly got up, and bowed deeply.

Zuo said, "My sister has a big heart, and my brother is ashamed!" ”

"Today, on behalf of the students of the world, Sister Xie's righteousness will be fulfilled."

is also a family, living under one roof, Da Lang and San Lang, and they also know Song Qingyuan very well.

Song Qingyuan is kind-hearted.

But she also loves names.

Today, she can give up her name for righteousness, how can the two of them not admire!

Early the next morning.

Early in the morning, the Lin family's invitation sent someone Cheng Song.

Unfolded a look, what caught your eye was a beautiful hairpin flower, signed by Lin Jingshu.

Song Qingyuan guessed that this was the name of Lin Saijiu's youngest daughter.

Quiet and beautiful.

Although I haven't seen him, I can see his words, and I feel that the years are quiet.

Song Qingyuan prepared and prepared gifts, then called the coachman and went out with Shen Biqing and Red Sleeves.

The Lin family lives in the south of the city, far from the small courtyard rented by Da Lang, San Lang and others.

Song Qingyuan and his party sat in a carriage and turned around for more than half an hour before finally stopping at the door of Lin's house.

This is a three-entry house, larger than the Xiao family, and there are two podocarpus trees planted in front of the door.

Fresh, elegant, allegorical, noble.

From a distance, you can feel the rich greenery.

"Go call the door!" Song Qingyuan said softly.

The red-sleeved head was imperceptible, and he quickly took two steps forward and stepped onto the stone steps.

"When! While! While! ”

Knock three times in a clear and orderly manner, and the door will open.

What came out was a man in his twenties, wearing a gray robe, and he was the gatekeeper of the Lin Mansion.

After seeing Song Qingyuan and the others, he asked, "A few young ladies, do you have an invitation, who are you looking for?" ”

"Looking for Miss Lin, Lin Jingshu."

Song Qingyuan said, handing over the invitation in his hand.

"Oh! It turned out to be Song Nongnu! ”

The porter suddenly realized.

"The young lady has already explained, if Song Nongnu comes, please come in immediately."

"Song Nongnu, please ......"

The porter said, opened the door completely, and respectfully welcomed Song Qingyuan into the house.

"Song Nongnu, please ...... here"

The porter stretched out his hand and led Song Qingyuan and the others to Lin Jingshu's courtyard.

It was an independent small courtyard, and it was even hung with a plaque by the owner and named it Green Willow Pavilion.

Looking inward, sure enough, on both sides of the wall, there are green willows, full of greenery, fresh and comfortable.

As soon as you get closer, there is a touch of fragrance, and you will enter your nose.

"But Song Nongnu?"

"Jingshu is polite."

The gentle and demure woman turned sideways to Song Qingyuan and bowed halfway

Song Qingyuan also replied with a courtesy, and said with a smile, "Sister Jingshu, you are older than me, just call me Yuan'er." ”

"Then sister is better to be respectful, Sister Yuan'er."

Lin Jingshu took advantage of the situation, held Song Qingyuan's hand, and smiled kindly.

"Sister Yuan'er, take a break here for a while, and then I'll take my sister to see my mother, okay?"

Lin Jingshu asked softly.

The voice is tactful and elegant, but it feels like a breeze in the ears, gently blowing, comfortable and natural.

"Good! Listen to Sister Jingshu. ”

Song Qingyuan responded with a smile.

Lin Jingshu invited her into the small courtyard.

in the room.

The table was filled with stacks of books, and the walls were covered with poems and paintings.

When you sniff it, you can see the smell of the scroll coming into your nose.

Song Qingyuan thought that she was worthy of being the daughter of Lin Saijiu.

Looking at her words and deeds, and looking at the decoration in her house, I feel that this must be a woman who likes to read.

At this time, Lin Jingshu made tea and served it to Song Qingyuan.

On the other hand, he said, "I have heard Yuan'er's preaching in Guozijian relayed, and I can't see it in person, so I regret it." ”

Lin Jingshu said, her voice was soft and soothing, and her eyes showed a strong look of regret.

Soon he stretched, "But fortunately, today, my sister is here." ”

"When I heard my father talk about it yesterday, I was looking forward to it, and when I saw my sister today, it really fit my eyes."

"That's probably what it's called...... Minded! ”

Lin Jingshu laughed.

A pair of seemingly quiet eyes also exude dazzling brilliance in this smile.

A full of elegance, full of undoubtedness.

Song Qingyuan saw it in his eyes and secretly sighed, a woman from a big family.

Sure enough, it's not ordinary!

Every move, every smile.

It's a natural fit.

Her only advantage over them may be that she has a modern education.

She has 21st century memories.

Still, it doesn't matter.

She has a lifetime to look at the future.

Thinking so, Lin Jingshu had already pulled her and chatted.

He asked, "What books does my sister like to read?" ”

The women in Beijing learn more talents, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, cooking, and female popularity.

But Lin Jingshu doesn't love these, but she only likes to read and read.

So at first glance, I heard that there was a Song Qingyuan who also loved books, so he secretly took him as a confidant.

Now that we finally met, Lin Jingshu's joy couldn't be hidden.

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