The mad scholar shook his head.

"This kind of trivial matter, no matter how hard you work for the teacher, it will be done."

"But the group of people just now laughed at us, and if we go back and ask someone for help, we will be less ambitious, and it is not desirable or desirable."

Shen Ningning blinked his eyes wide, feeling that what he said made sense.

"Master is right, then you should be careful."

The crazy scholar sighed: "It's also to blame the teacher for being incompetent, and he can only read." ”

He grew up in a wealthy family since he was a child, and he was familiar with the books of sages, but because of the saying that a gentleman is far from cooking, he has never cooked.

In the past, in the house, they were all servants.

Now he wants to take care of Shen Ningning, but it is a little difficult.

Probably seeing his gloom, Shen Ningning dangled his little feet to bask in the sun.

Her tone was soft and innocent, revealing a sense of kindness: "Master, it's very good like this, why should you be omnipotent?" Everyone has shortcomings and goals. ”

The madman thinks she has a good mentality and talks like a little adult.

Bian raised his head and asked with a smile: "Does Ning Ning have any shortcomings?" ”

"Yes!" Shen Ningning nodded without thinking.

She looked down at her shaking little feet, and her voice sounded calm: "Ning Ning has no father and mother since she was a child, and she is ridiculed as a little orphan, this is a shortcoming." ”

The madman was stunned.

However, without his comfort, Shen Ningning raised his little brain by himself, and smiled strong and cute.

"So my goal is to find my parents and parents, so that my shortcomings are gone!"

"There is no shame in having shortcomings, after all, how many people in this world can read better than the master?"

Not everyone can have a fairyland, this is Ning Ning's little pride!

The crazy scholar looked at the little guy in front of him in a daze, how could a nearly five-year-old child have such a transparent mind.

It's really smart.

"I learned a lesson from you today."

"Can the master hurry up and grill the fish, I'm going to drool!"

In the dense woods, the laughter of teachers and students could be heard.

The fragrant fish meat is sprinkled with a little salt, and the roasted fish skin is rolled up, and the white and tender fish is extremely tender.

Shen Ningning found two large lotus leaves, washed them and put them in the fish.

The crazy scholar kept the head and tail of the fish for himself, and the most fragrant part of the fish body was left for Shen Ningning.

The little guy's mouth was oily, and he squinted his eyes and sighed: "The master is so good to me, when I am admitted to the national academy, I will repay the master's kindness for teaching!" ”

"I also want to tell you that the reason why I was able to get in is because of the master's hard teaching."

The crazy scholar paused, raised his head, and smiled faintly: "Your mind is led by the teacher, but after entering the national academy, don't mention knowing me." ”

"Otherwise, it may cause you trouble."

Shen Ningning was surprised: "Why?" Does the master have an enemy in the national academy? ”

The mad scholar smiled helplessly, he shook his head and said nothing.

Shen Ningning licked her pink lips, like a kitten with a flowery face.

"Master, don't be afraid, when I grow up and become a powerful adult, I will support you!"

The mad scholar hurriedly waved his hand and persuaded her not to do this.

"Ning Ning, teaching you to read for the teacher is to let you understand things, get out of this mountain, and see the vast world."

"You have your life, don't be burdened with my old things, and I don't want that."

The little guy pouted, very puzzled.

Who is her master afraid of?

At dusk, the colorful glow burns out brilliant beauty all over the sky.

Shen Ningning ate a round belly, and he was sleepy after playing all afternoon.

On the road where the sun was shining, the madman carried her on his back and carried a fish basket in one hand, and walked in the direction of home.

The little guy on his back was already squinting sleepily.

"Master, will there be a teacher as good as you in the Chinese Academy?" The little one asked suddenly, his voice sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Yes, there are all world-renowned teachers who will teach you better."

As he spoke, the mad scholar laughed, looking at the sunset, a handsome and thin cheek, but full of hope.

"In the future, if you have a famous teacher, don't forget to be a teacher."

"No," the little one beat her spirits, and suddenly, she asked again, "Master, I don't know what your name is, everyone calls you a crazy scholar, but who were you before?" ”

The mad scholar looked at the sunset and smiled lightly.

yes, who was he? For a few years, he didn't even dare to pick up the original name.

It was distant, as if it had happened in his previous life, and the cries of his relatives were still in his ears, making his name the last short spell he could not mention.

However, when Shen Ningning asked, he suddenly wanted to say something.

"My surname is Dai, Dai Yuheng."

The gentleman is like a master, and the feather coat is shining.

Speaking of this name now, those memories of the past are like splendid colored paper, rushing to the face.

He used to be a noble son of a famous family in Beijing, and he was chic and happy with his talent.

He was proud of the spring breeze and was the guest of honor on the emperor's table.

He also took the imperial examination, and at the age of sixteen, he won three yuan in a row, as if stepping on the power of the clouds, and his reputation soared.

All the golden halls and palaces in the past, the sound of laughter and praise, were like a Huaxu dream, slowly dissipated.

In the end, it only became a little orange-red of the distant sunset.

The mad scholar smiled and said, "But Dai Yuheng is in the past, and I prefer the name mad scholar now." ”

He used to feel that he was so depressed that there was nothing to rejoice in the world.

Now I am very happy to have a student.

At least the books he has read, what he has learned, and the interpretation of knowledge in his life can finally be handed over to someone to pass on for him.

Even if Dai Yuheng dies one day, the knowledge he taught the little guy will live for him.

Shen Ningning on his back was already asleep.

The little one is in high spirits of playing, and he is too sleepy at this time.

"Sleep, tomorrow is another sunny day."

The mad scholar looked back at the little guy lying on his shoulder, and the glow reflected his side face, making his cyan stubble more gentle and elegant.

……

The weather was fine, Mo Lingwei took Shen Ningning and went to a jewelry shop in the city.

"After I went back, I sent someone to check, Concubine Rong's father and mother are indeed her daughter."

"However, the lotus pattern on your wishes, after I went back, I copied it and asked the craftsmen in the palace, and they said that this is the carving skill of an old palace man who has left the palace."

"After the old palace man left the palace, he bought a silver shop in the capital, mainly carving some jewelry with silver for a living, I already know the location, and now I will take you there."

Mo Lingwei was dressed in a navy blue robe, with a jade crown and a ponytail, and his cold eyebrows were even darker, and even his thin eyes with pitch black were extremely deep.

But when he looked at Shen Ningning, his eyes were obviously gentle.

The little guy was very happy to hear this, and he was even more surprised: "Brother, you will never forget it when you see the lotus pattern once?" It's amazing that you can actually draw it. ”

But Shen Ning Ning praised it, and every time it made Mo Lingwei feel useful.

He chuckled: "I will, more than that, you'll know later." ”

While speaking, the carriage had already arrived at the door of the silver building.

Shen Ningning found that it was actually the shop where she bought the concentric lock last time.

After entering, there were no guests, and Mo Lingwei's guards directly chartered the venue.

The shopkeeper was a man over forty years old, and when he saw this posture, he immediately stood up to greet him.

"Two nobles, what do you need?"

Mo Lingwei handed over the piece of Ruyi given by Concubine Rong.

"Look at it, do you recognize the craftsmanship on it?"

The shopkeeper's hands took it, took a closer look, and suddenly said: "I recognize, the lotus pattern of hooking silk and entangled flowers is carved by my master at a glance, and few people in the capital can do it so skillfully." ”

Shen Ningning was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle shopkeeper, is your master here?" I want to ask who made him engrave it. ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "It's really not a coincidence, my master passed away three years ago." ”

Shen Ningning's little face suddenly showed disappointment and frustration.

However, the shopkeeper said: "But I have a pattern booklet to collect, and my master will draw it before carving the lines, so that I can learn to imitate it in the future." ”

"Wait, I'll find out, it usually has the name and address of the customer back then, maybe it can help the two nobles."

(End of chapter)