A song by Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi" not only saved Lan Yi and Wang Chunrong, but also had an unexpected effect two days later.

On the eighth day of the third lunar month, it was an auspicious day for the zodiac, and Wang Chengde took Lan Yi and Wenxuan to visit Wang Mingzhe's mentor and the famous Mr. Meng Daomeng in Meixian County.

When you arrive at the gate of the two-entry courtyard in the eastern corner of the city, there are already many people waiting for the meeting in front of the mottled black gate with gifts. After arriving, Wang Chengde stepped forward and knocked on the door three times, and soon there was a gray-haired old servant who opened the door a crack, Wang Chengde explained his intention, the old servant nodded, closed the door and went back to pray.

Afterwards, Wang Chengde and the three of them stood quietly under the door and waited. Lan Yi looked at the creeper climbing all over the courtyard wall, and then looked at the crowd waiting in front of the door, she also inexplicably had some respect for this unknown gentleman. The prestige of Mr. Anonymous can be seen to be able to wait with such politeness and peace of mind.

After a while, the old servant came out again, and this time he opened the door, and everyone in front of him looked at him expectantly.

"Steward Wang, my husband invites the three of you to come in."

Wang Chengde thanked him, and walked into the black door with Lan Yi and Wen Xuan in the envious eyes of everyone.

Inside the door is a simple and atmospheric small courtyard, a few wings on the left and right, walk through the hall into the backyard, but see that there is a phosphorus rockery in the courtyard, there are a few exotic orchids planted on it, and there are a few turtles in the pool under the rockery. The left and right wings and the square are connected to the verandah, and there are also a few pots of orchids, and there are no tall trees in the courtyard, only some annual flowers and plants are planted, and all kinds of flowers are in full bloom at this time. It looks beautiful and tidy, and it is comfortable to look at.

The door of the hall was wide open, and Wang Chengde entered the hall. He bowed to an old man in a green shirt and a long beard sitting on the main seat, "Sir, the villain Wang Chengde brought Wang Wenxuan and the little queen Chun Tao to greet you." ”

The white-faced and thin-faced old man with a bit of fairy spirit looked at Wen Xuan with a kind face, and then looked at Chun Tao for a moment, "Get up, Wen Xuan, come to grandpa." ”

Wen Xuan looked up at his mother. Seeing her nodding, she obediently walked up to Mr. Nameless and shouted sweetly, "Grandpa is fine." ”

Mr. Nameless smiled and nodded with a long beard. "Good boy. Sue sù grandpa, what books have you read? ”

Wen Xuan was a little dazed, "Grandpa, the baby is still young." You can't go to righteousness. I can only recognize a few words, and I can't read a book. However, the baby can sing a lot of nursery rhymes and memorize a lot of poems. ”

Mr. Nameless picked him up and put him on his lap, "Oh? What can the baby memorize, read it to grandpa. ”

Wang Chengde and Lan Yi stood beside them with their hands down. Listening to the conversation between the two people, Wang Chunrong once said. Mr. Nameless is not difficult to touch, but he will only say more than three words in front of people who look at him, and it seems that he still has a good impression of Wen Xuan.

"Grandpa, I'll be a lot. Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers fall and know that there is little ......" Wen Xuan memorized them one by one, all of which were the poems of the former dynasty that Lan Yi taught him that were suitable for children to learn, and they were catchy.

Mr. Nameless listened for a moment, and nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Not bad, not bad." Do babies know what it means? ”

His friendly attitude made Wen Xuan very relaxed, and he proudly puffed up his little chest, "I know, my mother gave it to the baby, I told it." ”

Listening to her son being praised, Lan Yi was honored, smiled silently, and didn't care about the fact that Mr. Nameless didn't give him a seat for tea. After all, in front of this old man, they are all juniors, and they should stand.

Mr. Nameless looked at Lan Yi, and then asked Wenxuan, "Baby, what do you do at home on weekdays?" ”

"Pick up eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs, help the mother beat the grass, feed the baa, feed the pigs, feed the chickens, feed the small fire, feed the little white, feed the donkeys, and eat, go out to play. Grandpa, there is a little monkey in the baby's house, called Scar Monkey, who ran away when he was warm and did not come back. Wen Xuan muttered, missing Yiqiē at home very much.

Mr. Nameless nodded, "Xiaohuo and Xiaobai, what are they?" ”

"It's the pony, the uncle, and the Tuesday uncle, who gave it." Wen Xuan replied, "Mother said, when you grow up, you can only ride when you can step on the saddle, and the baby eats more and is about to grow up." ”

"Well, your mother is right." Mr. Nameless touched his little face, "Soon to grow up, the baby can see the Qingshan guests in your village in the past?" ”

Lan Yi was stunned, the baby had never heard of this person at all, and shook his head, "The baby doesn't know, there are many trees, grass, and monkeys on Daqing Mountain, and my mother didn't say that there were guests." ”

Mr. Nameless couldn't help laughing, laughed, turned to Lan Yi and said, "Miss Chun Tao, you raised Wenxuan very well, the old man thanked you for Mingzhe." ”

Lan Yi curtsy slightly, "I can't afford to be Mr. Xie, Wenxuan is my son now, and my mother and son should be." ”

Seeing her humble and arrogant attitude, Mr. Nameless raised his hand, "Steward Wang, Miss Chun Tao, sit down, Uncle Yu, serve tea." ”

Wang Chengde secretly rejoiced that not everyone could sit on the chair in Mr. Nameless's room. He directly thanked him and sat down with Chun Tao, and didn't say much to greet, because Wang Chunrong said that Mr. Nameless didn't like that set, he liked to go straight, and he liked the attitude of gentlemen the most, so they came over today and didn't even take the gifts.

Lan Yi sat next to her father in an orderly manner, but heard Mr. Nameless ask again, "Yesterday, Junchen came to see me with a mourning poem, saying that it was written by Qingshan Ke. According to the old man, this word is like a homely word, but the words come from the heart, and the plain is true, it can be said that the whole word thinks about the stomach, the realm emerges, the mood is bleak and sad, and people who have not experienced wind and frost cannot make it. The old man is very curious about this mysterious Mr. Aoyama, I wonder if Miss Chun Tao can tell you one or two more? ”

Listening to Meng Wuming's quite accurate comments, looking at his kind eyes, Lan Yi didn't want to lie, "Don't dare to deceive Mr., there is no such person in the world as Qingshanke." ”

Mr. Nameless nodded unexpectedly, put down Wen Xuan and let him return to Lan Yi, and said with a smile: "Then who is the hand of the poems on "Jiang Chengzi" and "Peony Poetry Books", and the poetry reviews?" ”

Lan Yi replied respectfully: "Sir, I don't know who wrote these poems. I fell from the mountain in the sixth year of Yu Puhe and injured my brain and lost my memory, and these poems were in my head when I woke up. As for the poetry commentary in the book, it was written by me and my brother Lei Tianze, who was a master in Beigou Village, and I asked Mr. to correct it. ”

Mr. Nameless nodded slightly, and said with appreciation: "Don't dare to correct it, your few comments have made the old man pause, and you will have to communicate more with the Chun Tao girl in the future, your righteous brother is still a master in the village?" ”

Lan Yi shook her head, "Brother Yi returned to his hometown before the Spring Festival, I didn't return when I left the village, and now I don't know if I have returned to the village." ”

Mr. Nameless nodded, "Now, the white peony planted by the Spring Peach Girl on the hillside should bloom again, right?" ”

"Exactly, the early flowers should have bloomed, I will take Wenxuan back to my hometown in a few days, and it should be full of flowers at that time." Hopefully, don't miss the flowering period, Lan Yi really wants to take a boat back immediately.

When Wen Xuan heard that he was going back to his hometown, his little face was full of happy smiles.

"It's better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and the old man should also go out for a walk. Spring Peach girl, I don't know the righteous school in your village, but there is still a lack of Mr. Teaching? (To be continued......)