As soon as the two returned to the He Mansion, Yuan Yu was called to the big study by He Wei.

"Virtuous nephew," He Wei motioned for him to sit down, and said straight to the point, "you are sixteen years old this year, what are your plans for the future?" ”

Yuan Yu smiled.

He planned to take the heads of the Liangzhou County Guard and the Dog Emperor.

However, when he said this, he had to scare General He to death.

He pretended to be melancholy, "All the relatives in the family have died, and the younger generations don't know what to do in the future." ”

"I heard that you studied well in Liangzhou, so it is better to go to Guozijian to continue your studies in the future." He Wei had obviously already made plans for him, "I have already said hello to the priest of the country, and you will be able to enter the school in three days." Learn some skills well, and become a pillar of the country in the future, and your father can rest assured under Jiuquan. ”

Let him go to study in the country?

Yuan Yu barely kept smiling.

He had gone into the academy to steal things when he was young, and he sat on the beam of the house and saw that the students in the school were all neatly dressed children, and they didn't have to run for a living, so they could have time to study.

People like them, who have eaten the last meal and have not eaten the next meal, and it is very difficult to even live, what to do with that thing, and will they engrave their tombstones in the future?

But people like them, who have no sight of the light, will die in the future and will be nothing more than a straw mat and thrown in the wilderness, where will the tombstone come from?

This father and daughter are really going to have trouble, one let him go to the country to study, and the other let him go to the banquet to compose poems and play the flute, isn't this his life?

He Wei was puzzled, "Why doesn't the virtuous nephew look so happy?" ”

"No, the younger generations are about to cry with joy...... Being able to enter the country to study is something that the younger generation never dared to think of before, and they are emotional for a while, so they will lose their temper. ”

"If you like it." He Wei also advised, "The people who study in Guozijian are all the children of the powerful, and after you go in, make more friends, which will be of great benefit to your future entry into officialdom." ”

Yuan Yu thanked He Wei, returned to his small courtyard, and stared at the flowers and plants in the garden in a daze.

He doesn't even know a word, and going to Guozijian will definitely make people suspicious and reveal his identity.

The country can't go, and the peach blossom banquet can't go.

As......

Malinger?

The other side.

When He Yao was having dinner, he received a post from the Zhenguo Mansion.

Chun Nong held the post, "Miss Luo is afraid that the banquet will be boring, so let the sons and girls who participate in the banquet prepare some talents, and she will arrange for you and the little marquis to play a song "Mountains and Flowing Water" together during the banquet." ”

He Yao's chopsticks were almost uncontrollable.

Ensemble "Mountains and Flowing Water"?

The little marquis must be fine, but she can't even recognize the score, what kind of trick does she play?

Thanks to her during the day, she still thinks that Luo Ciyu is kind-hearted, and she clearly deliberately made her ugly!

Chun Nong chattered, "The slave maid heard that the Xue family sisters have gathered twelve little ladies to perform "Spring River Flower Moon Night" at the banquet. The Xue family sisters also love Wei Jialangjun, they have always loved to compare with you, you can't fall behind! If you want the slave to say, you might as well ask Wei Jialangjun for help, Wei Jialangjun is proficient in music theory, isn't it better than the little marquis's rural villager? ”

He Yao was annoyed when she heard her mention Wei Jiuqing.

She said perfunctorily: "Luo Ciyu arranged for me to play with the little marquis, but not with him, what's the use of asking him for help?" I'd better go and take a look at the little marquis and ask him what he has planned. ”

At dusk, He Yao came to find Yuan Delirium with a pipa.

The little maid greeted her at the door and said melancholy: "The little marquis fell ill in the afternoon, vomiting and diarrhea, and the doctor saw it and said that it might be unsuitable." ”

"Sick?" He Yao was surprised.

She entered the house, and Yuan Yu was indeed lying on the couch.

Hearing the movement, Yuan Yu sat up weakly.

He raised his hand and pulled the light cyan collar, his face was pale and his lips were bloodless, and he smiled reluctantly: "You're here......"

"I was fine in the morning, why did I suddenly become so sick?" He Yao hurriedly put down the pipa, sat on the edge of the couch, and tucked the quilt for him in a virtuous manner, "It must be because I didn't take care of it." ”

"Little Lady He is too polite, it's because of my own weakness that I can't adapt to the soil and water." Yuan Yu raised his sleeves to hide his face, covering the smile at the corner of his mouth, "Uncle He also let me study in the country, blaming me for not being useful, but it was in vain for his affection...... I'm afraid I won't be able to go to next month's peach blossom banquet. ”

The young man's voice was low and sad, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

In He Yao's eyes, it was really pitiful.

The little marquis lost his parents at a young age, and came from the remote and remote Liangzhou to wade through mountains and rivers, and finally entered Beijing, but he could not go to the best universities to study, nor could he see the prosperity and bustle of the peach blossom banquet, so he could only stay here alone and endure the torture of illness......

He Yao felt pity in her heart, and suddenly clapped her hands, "I have nothing to do, so it's better to accompany you more." Since you like to read the most, then I'll read poems to you. ”

She took a copy of the Book of Songs, sat on the edge of the couch and read it softly.

Yuan Delirium: "......"

Thank you so much!

Thank you Dad too!

What kind of Raushzi's poems, a rough person like him can't understand them at all!

If I knew earlier, I wouldn't pretend to be a little marquis!

It was getting dark.

The little servant turned on the lantern in the room and stepped back lightly.

“‘…… The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the roosters are crowing. Seeing the gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it. ’”

Outside the window, the spring rain fell again, and the girl's chanting was mixed in, like a clear spring, which was more mellow and pleasant than the sound of hitting gold and jade.

In this voice, Yuan's irritable heart gradually calmed down strangely.

He looked at the little lady in front of him.

The candle shadow is swaying, the little lady's crow hair is like a cloud, her complexion is white, her eyebrows are like a distant mountain, she wears a bean green collar and half an arm, and her tender yellow skirt is spread on the side of the couch, showing that her waist is soft and tough.

She held a scroll in her hand, her long eyelashes like crow's feathers cast two fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks, a pair of apricot eyes were as pure as water, and her red lips were lightly opened, which was a stunning color he had never seen in Liangzhou.

But he was so gentle and patient with him......

There has never been a little lady in the world who has taken care of him like this, and he has retrieved the lost step of several little ladies on the streets of Liangzhou, but they will only dislike his hands for staining their expensive hairpins.

He closed his eyes and listened to the girl's poetry.

However, in my mind, the girl's delicate face like an apple repeatedly appeared.

Even his heart seemed to be beating faster......

He tugged at the corners of his lips and laughed at himself.

He Xiaoniang was born in a high family and read poetry and books, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is the most famous lady in Luojing, and there are many Lang Jun who admires her behind her back, like him, a wild dog-like person, it is already a great creation to listen to her read poetry, how dare Xiao think about anything else?

"'The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for his family to ......'"

He Yao turned a page of the book, and 10,000 mules rushed by in his heart.

She was crazy, and she suddenly wanted to read a poem to the little marquis!

She only read two poems and began to get impatient, only to feel that the words on the scroll had turned into ants, and her body was like ants crawling, and she couldn't wait to throw the book out and play a few tricks of red tassel guns!

He Yao raised his eyes weakly, just in time to look at Shang Yuan's inquiring gaze.

Her heart suddenly felt like beating gongs and drums.

Could it be that she mispronounced a word?

But the words in the book are densely packed like ants fighting, and she has never studied well in Guozijian, and she doesn't know which word she pronounced wrong......