Winter in Daliang came later and warmer than usual. Snowflakes just fell last night, and today is the first sunny day after the snow.

Even so, perhaps because of the snow last night, the small courtyard was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the whole courtyard was depressed and cold.

She has no parents since she was a child, and in her memory, Sanniang, the first person who was good to her. In a cold winter with wind and snow, Sanniang picked up her in swaddling clothes.

At that time, she was less than a month old, and her body was weak, so it was Sanniang who brought her home and raised her with her own milk.

Later, Sanniang remarried someone else, and she moved to a new place with Sanniang.

Sanniang's husband is not good to her, and often criticizes her, and she is afraid that he will drive her away from Sanniang.

Therefore, she has been very sensible since she was a child, she is very diligent in her work, and she never lets Sanniang worry about it.

The days passed peacefully little by little, and she was used to this kind of life.

Until that day, the group of Qin soldiers suddenly broke into the village......

Sanniang died, and she saw Sanniang fall in a pool of blood with her own eyes.

At that time, she knew that there was still a kind of death in this world called heart death, and she knew that she had already regarded Sanniang as her mother.

It was also on this day that he saved her.

That night, he told the girl who was cold in his heart about himself.

He told her that he, like her, had never seen his mother since he was a child, and that his father had raised him.

He said that his father was a very learned man, and it was he who taught him to read and write, and how to behave.

Later he met his stepfather, who taught him swordsmanship, and he treated him very well.

Later, he met Shinling-kun, who said that he and Shinling-kun were friends. Later, I met a lot of people and they were all very nice.

Now that he has met her, he says that she is also her friend.

His voice was soft, like a soft wind blowing across his face on a spring day, and it was very comfortable.

His eyes were very gentle, like a rippling lake, soothing the gloom in her heart.

After that, she came to Daliang and lived in this mansion, where the people were very kind to her.

He taught her poetry, books, etiquette and music, and taught her the piano and chess, he was about the same age as her, but he knew a lot of things, and nothing seemed to be difficult for him in this world.

On that day, he taught her to practice the piano in Zhuyuan, and he said that poetry and music are one, whether it is music theory or poetry, it is to cultivate one's own mind.

She didn't quite understand what he said, but she liked the piano, and he liked to play the piano.

Later, he taught her a new tune, and she played it with him, and she played the piano, and he played the flute, and the sound of the flute and chirping attracted a hundred birds to fly together.

On this day, she knew her life experience, and it turned out that she was a Yue person. Also on that day, she had a master, and her master saw this scene and named her Lane Jade......

Her mind drifted away with those memories, and the scenery in front of her became blurred, and the winter day was much warmer.

"Little Lord, why are you standing outside? It's bitterly cold outside, so be careful of catching a cold. ”

Suddenly a voice sounded in his ears, and then a robe fell on his body.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that her maid Xianglan had come to her side, and wrapped the thick robe she was wearing a little tighter for her.

"I'm fine, Sister Xianglan, let's go to the library."

Lang Yu walked in the direction of the Library, and Xianglan followed her.

The book court is one of the most secluded places in the whole province. It is a small five-storey building, sitting north and facing south, surrounded by water.

The pavilion is surrounded by pines and cypresses, and in winter, the pines and cypresses are even greener, reflecting the white snow around them.

She came to the library, there was already someone inside, he was sitting in front of the bookcase, wearing a green shirt, black hair hanging down his shoulders, and his eyebrows were picturesque.

Every morning, he spent two or three hours in the library, and in the afternoon he practiced his sword. This has been the case for all this time, and Lang Yu has long remembered his habits.

"Master." Lang Yu called.

"Yu'er, please be seated." He raised his eyes and smiled lightly at her, his tone soft.

"Chef Xie." She sat down, well-behaved, neither humble nor arrogant.

In Shuge, she likes to call him Master.

The reason for this is that one day his own master joked to him: I see that you like arts and sciences so much, and your knowledge is also profound, it is better to go to Jixia School Palace to become a bachelor. You are also decent in teaching and literacy, and it is also a good way to come and go to Songhai Confucianism to be a master.

"Do you understand the geometry I taught you yesterday?" He looked at her.

"Probably understood." Lang Yu replied.

"Then I'll test you, Tian Guang Erli, from Sanli, Tian Geometry?" He asked.

"Twenty-two acres and fifty acres." Lang Yu thought for a moment and replied.

The breadth is multiplied by the number of miles to get the product miles. Multiply it by three hundred and seventy-five, that is, the number of acres.

"Not bad." He nodded appreciatively.

"Can you remember the words I taught you yesterday? He asked.

"Remembered." Lang Yu answered.

"What is Si?"

"From the heart fontanelle, all thoughts belong to thought. The so-called virtue of the five is Gong, the words are obedient, the sight is clear, the hearing is deaf, the heart is said to be Rong, and the virtue of the five is called. Lang Yu replied with a glance.

"Tell me what the Ten Servals are." He continued.

"Lu has Daye, Jin has the mainland, Qin has Yang Yan, Song has Meng Zhu, Chu has Yunmeng, Wu Yue has Gu District, Qi has Haiyu, Yan has Zhao Yu Qi, Zheng has a garden, and Zhou has only Jiaoyan." Lang Yu thought back to what he had taught himself and replied without thinking.

"You're absolutely right." He bowed slightly.

After that, the girls answered all his questions.

Zi said: "Poetry" is also taught; He is also gentle and generous but not stupid, and he is deeper than the "poem". It snowed last night, and today I will take you to enjoy the snow and sing it in poetry. He got up and walked outside, leading her out of the library.

It was still cold outside, but she didn't notice it.

There is always a faint smell of orchid on his body.

They walked slowly along the stone path, where the verdant cypress trees stood tall in the snow, and crystal clear dew hung from the foliage.

The plum blossoms are blooming, and the pure white petals dance lightly on the branches. A gust of wind blew, and a petal fell on Langyu's skirt, and Langyu bent down to pick it up and sniffed lightly.

The crisp aroma of plum and snowflakes blends together to refresh your heart.

He stopped, turned to look at her, and said to her who was sniffing the plum snow, "Teach six poems: Feng, Fu, Bi, Xing, Ya, and Song." I'll write a poem, and you can write it again.

Lang Yu nodded and put down the white plum in his hand.

He spoke slowly and recited:

Hanmei is noble and clean, not flattering to the times.

The lonely standard is from afar, and the festival is the same.

Frost and snow at the end of the year, awe-inspiring lonely wind.

Conceived by a gentleman, Bing Jade is home.

The virtue of a gentleman can be the end.

Compared with the four-word ancient style that was popular in this period, he was better at words. But she hasn't learned much yet, and she may be able to say it later when she is taught the rules.

Lang Yu listened quietly on the side. The breeze blew a few strands of hair from her sideburns, revealing a slender jade neck.

In the clear water, a small fish shuttles through it, and its tail swings gently, unaffected by the cold and snow outside.

A shallow smile tugged at her lips, and she immediately said:

I have a fish, in the dwelling of water.

Swim endlessly, in the other pool.

Snowflakes are draped, and the wind is rippling.

The scales and armor are fresh, and the spirit is as good.

A gentleman loves things, how can he fish.

"The endowed speaks bluntly; Analogy, analogy to things; Those who are prosperous are entrusted with things. You write very well. He boasted.

He looked at the edge of the pool, and saw the little fish swimming leisurely in the pool, and it was not interested in their poems.

He looked at the fish, thoughtfully, and said to her, "Zhuangzi and Huizi swim on the beam. Zhuangzi said: "Minnows travel calmly, which is the joy of fish." Huizi said: "Zifei fish, the joy of knowing fish?" ”

"Today, you and I go to the garden to enjoy the snow, and we write poems to each other, and the joy in the meantime is not known to the fish."

He is precocious, he has never had friends of the same age, and now he and Lang Yu are also teachers and friends.

When it comes to reading, you must also have one or two confidants as your companions, and you can discuss it from time to time in order to make progress.