Xiao Yun was not originally surnamed Xiao, she was from the Jinyang Wang family, and she was the daughter of the Wang family, whose real name was Wang Yun.

Back then, Wang Yun and Xiao Yu'an, the eldest son of the Xiao family, fell in love with each other, Xiao Yu'an did not hesitate to refuse to marry Princess Nanyang for her, and Wang Yun was also expelled from the family by her father Wang Gong because she insisted on marrying Xiao Yu'an, and she was no longer allowed to use the surname "Wang".

If you hire you, you will be a wife, and if you run, you will be a concubine.

But Xiao Yu'an gave Wang Yun enough love and respect, hired her as his wife, and promised to have no other wives and concubines until she died.

Over the years, Wang Yun has never mentioned the Wang family or anyone in the Wang family to Xiao Qingyan.

Xiao Qingyan knew that it was not because her mother was resentful, but because her grandfather had warned her mother that she would not be allowed to be a member of the Wang family again.

Jinyang Wang's family, the poetry heirloom, the family style is solemn, and the world is famous.

The mother just obeyed her father's precepts and did not dare to disobey them.

Xiao Qingyan saw her mother take a tablet from the confession and carefully wiped it with her sleeve.

That position belongs to his father Xiao Yu'an.

Xiao Qingyan didn't go in to bother and left quietly.

The Jinyang Wang family and the Yunling Xiao family are both famous families in the Great Jin Dynasty, and the family is right, the daughter of the Wang family and the son of the Xiao family are a good match made in heaven in the eyes of the world, but my grandfather just didn't agree back then.

The grandfather, whom he had never met, was a well-known literati with a clean and upright character, and this kind of old man was often stubborn and high-minded.

Xiao Qingyan thought rebelliously that his grandfather may not look down on his father Xiao Yu'an, because Xiao Yu'an's style of conduct is actually very similar to his old Taishan.

It is very likely that the maternal grandfather did not look down on the grandfather.

Think about it, one is a pure and high-ranking literati who preaches and receives employment, and there is no dirt in his eyes, and the other is a conspiracy politician who is good at manipulating power and acting according to the principle of profit and loss in everything, and he is born with no urine in a pot.

With his grandfather's style of weighing the pros and cons, he married the Wang family, whose protégés were all over the court and the opposition, and the Wang family was full of peaches and plums, and a strong marriage could make the Xiao family recover quickly, and he must be willing to be ashamed.

But the grandfather would rather not recognize his daughter than touch the grandfather's family.

Xiao Pei, who is amazingly talented and has a hand that turns the clouds and rains, also has times when he is disliked, Xiao Qingyan gloated.

As soon as she came out of the ancestral hall, she met Zhou Shu, who was looking for her.

"Jiulang, the people in the dark room just came to report, Xiao Qingxu is making a fuss about eating, and he still has to see you."

Xiao Qingyan walked slowly towards his Stopping Courtyard, and said indifferently: "Don't worry about him." ”

Zhou Shu hesitated and said, "But if he is really starved to death, I am afraid that it will be difficult to do it in the Yunling ancestral residence." ”

Xiao Qingyan sneered indifferently: "The Buddha said, all laws are empty, cause and effect are not empty, I fill my stomach and I don't know how to be grateful, but I still want to kill my parents and occupy all the family property, since he has planted the evil cause, then he should swallow this evil fruit, I have my own explanation over there in the ancestral residence of Yunling, you don't have to care." ”

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Zhou Shu didn't say anything more, and only looked at the direction Xiao Qingyan was walking.

This is the direction leading to the library of the Stopping Lan Courtyard, and no one is allowed to approach the library without Xiao Qingyan's order on weekdays.

"Is Jiurou going to Jianbai Study today?"

Xiao Qingyan smiled lightly and said, "Naturally, I want to go, learn without quitting, rain or shine." ”

Don't you say it's strong? grinding without phosphorus; Isn't it white? Nirvana but not reined.

This is a sentence in the "Analects of Yang Goods", which means: hard things cannot be worn out no matter how hard they are grinded; No matter how white you dye it, you can't dye it black.

Ten years ago, on the night of Xiao Qingyan's fifth birthday, a mysterious old man appeared in her library and quietly took her to the Jianbai study in the west of Luojing City, telling her the origin of the name.

Since then, she has been going to Jianbai's study every night without stopping.

She didn't tell anyone about this, but when she was a little older, she had Zhou Shu by her side, and sometimes it was inevitable that someone needed to cover for her, so she told Zhou Shu the secret.

Not long after Xiao Qingyan entered the library pavilion, a tall man in black appeared in front of her out of thin air.

Just like in the past ten years, the man in black was silent and quietly left the Xiao family with her.

The night is like ink, the silver moon is like a hook, and the figure rides the wind under the night moon, even with her burden, the man in black is still as light as a frightening, and soon puts her at the back door of the Jianbai study.

The back door opened silently as usual, waiting for someone to push it open.

Xiao Qingyan landed on the ground with both feet, and did not push the door immediately, she bowed to the man in black and made a very solemn salute.

"Thank you, sir, for helping me last night and saving the life of my sixth brother-in-law."

Last night, after she knocked out the sister of the Six Clans in Fuxian Villa, she quietly told Ji Saburo to let him make the illusion of arson and self-immolation in front of the soldiers, and after the fire started, the man in black quietly took him away, leaving only a corpse and a Buddhist card in the fire as proof of identity.

The man in black nodded with minimal movements, and was the first to push the door in.

Jianbai study is not in the most prosperous area of Luojing City, the scale is not large, there are two inside and outside, the outside is to receive scholars during the day, a few bamboo slips, a few low seats, a small red clay stove with hot water, a dim lone lamp, that's all.

Xiao Qingyan bypassed the landscape screen and entered the inner room, and his eyes instantly became clear.

There are two lamps lit in the inner room, the lamp oil is sufficient, the candles are lit very brightly, and the house is simply furnished, a bamboo couch, a cabinet, and two low bookcases, each with a book and pen and ink on the bookcase.

There was already a kneeling figure behind the bookcase of the main seat, with a straight back, gray beard, a clear face, a high nose like a steep ridge, and a tight pursed lips that also made the old man look serious and unapproachable.

But he has a pair of eyes like a clear spring, bright, clear, firm, frank, and open, and he can see the bottom.

This is the mysterious old man who brought her to Jianbai's study ten years ago.

Xiao Qingyan brushed the wrinkles and dust on his body, walked solemnly in front of the old man, and bowed.

"The student has seen the sir."

The old man never told her about his identity, but when they met for the first time, he wrote the word "楷 (jie sound)" in the palm of her hand.

Kai tree, that is, Coptis chinensis, the student Zigong planted in front of the tomb of the teacher Confucius, the tree will be regarded as a symbol of the teacher's watch, respect for the teacher.

The old man told her that he was only her teacher, and that was it.

"Take a seat!" Mr. Kai's voice is as clear as his own, and he uses the most standard elegant language.

Xiao Qingyan knelt down behind his bookcase and unfolded the bamboo slip in front of him, but found that there was no word on the bamboo slip.

"I don't talk about books today," Mr. Kai said, "In the past ten years, I have taught you a subset of classics and history, etiquette and spring and autumn, astronomical calendars, geography and humanities, foreign languages, and national strategies. ”