The sky was bright, Xue Bai took Qinglan and carried a basket of green dates, first went to Chang'an County, and saw that Yan Zhenqing had not come to see the matter, so they went to Yan's house.

Anyway, the road is not far, so I should take a walk.

The servants of the Yan Mansion got up early and were cleaning outside the door. Led into the front yard by the gatehouse, looking around, although the Yan house is not big, it is very elegant and simple, and it has the characteristics of Shandong garden, which is clear and generous.

Yan Zhenqing was breathing in a courtyard, and when she opened her eyes and saw Xue Bai coming, she sighed slightly.

"Students, please teacher Chun'an."

"Why do you call me teacher again?"

Xue Baigong replied solemnly: "The so-called 'where the Tao exists, the teacher also exists', the student has the preaching of Yan Gong, regards Yan Gong as a teacher, and treats Dr. Zheng and Su Siye as the same. ”

Yan Zhenqing spit out again and said, "Where did you get the crooked ...... Where did you get the truth? ”

"I suddenly remembered an ancient text that I had memorized when I was young, and I wanted to present it to the teacher."

Qinglan obediently handed over a basket of green dates and said, "A little spring fruit is also presented to the county lieutenant Yan." ”

Yan Zhenqing waved his hand and asked Qinglan to send it to the backyard to free his wife to deal with it.

He beckoned Xue Bai and said, "Come with the old man." ”

The two walked into the lobby.

"I heard that Du Zimei is here, and "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" was sung in Chang'an City one day...... You have entered the prison of the country, but you still refuse to be idle. ”

"The students were indeed present, and I was fortunate to see Du Gong wielding his pen."

Yan Zhenqing seemed to want to teach Xue Bai a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he said: "I am not your teacher, this matter must be explained clearly to others." ”

"Yes, the student is ashamed."

The next moment, a notebook was handed to Xue Bai.

Yan Zhenqing let out a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Your words are too ugly." ”

"Thank you, teacher." Xue Bai solemnly took the notebook, put it in the basket, and took out a scroll, "Since the student entered the Taixue, he has copied two hundred words every day, and he has consciously made a little progress, so please take a look at the teacher." ”

Yan Zhenqing took it, and saw that it was a beautiful long scroll, and said in his heart that these ugly words were covered with this expensive good paper, which was really too wasteful.

Look at that first sentence again.

"Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts. ”

"People are not born to know......"

Outside the hall, the flowers and trees under the courtyard wall stretched out in the spring light, and the woman's voice was faintly heard in the distance, which was very good, adding a bit of brightness to this spring day.

Yan Zhenqing held the scroll in his hand, chewed it repeatedly for a long time, and muttered, "Where did you get the article?" This is not a style of writing. ”

This kind of article is different from poetry, Xue Bai obviously can't write it, and said bluntly: "The student lost his memory, and only remembered that it was written by a gentleman named Han Yu." ”

"The style of writing is simple and vigorous, with the ancient style of the Qin and Han dynasties, and it is of far-reaching meaning to read it in one go. If you think about it in the future, be sure to introduce Han Gong to me. ”

"Yes." Xue Baiying said: "I vaguely remember that Han Gong doesn't pay attention to vocal rhythm and rhetoric, and he doesn't like the prose of the couple, and thinks that the article should not be too flashy...... The students were thinking that if they could simplify the pun script, they could save a lot of paper money for the imperial court every year, which would be much less than that of the right minister. ”

This is one of the things that he has been very aware of since he entered the school.

At that time, even when writing official documents, they had to use the style of the pun, and often the whole scroll was written in a row of even sentences, and the only thing that was really useful was the last sentence.

This is his weakness, he can change it, but he wants to try to change the whole era as well.

"The scheming is too deep."

Yan Zhenqing first snorted lightly and asked, "This is the reason why your strategy is so unsightly?" ”

"The students are ashamed."

"You're to be ashamed." Yan Zhenqing shook his head, feeling that Xue Bai was really too bad in all aspects, and he had a feeling that he had nowhere to start, and finally said, "Let's talk about calligraphy first." ”

"Yes."

"Sit down, hold the pen and show it to the old man."

Xue Bai only picked up the pen, and Yan Zhenqing frowned slightly.

"Wrong. The eight-point regular script emphasizes roundness and smoothness, and cannot use the center. Lie on the side of the nib, turn the wrist and write the word 'Yong'. ”

"Yes."

Xue Bai was very attentive and did as he was told.

He knew that it was actually easy to annoy the other party by asking Yan Zhenqing for advice with a cheeky face, so he cherished this opportunity.

"Write again, the pen must be arbitrary, and arbitrariness is not arbitrary."

"Write again, use the pen as a cone to draw sand, so that it is hidden, and the painting is calm."

“……”

"Stupid."

Finally, Yan Zhenqing couldn't hold back, shook his head, and said, "You go back and feel the word 'Zangfeng', and learn to put it away freely." ”

Xue Bai consciously realized a lot, responded with a serious attitude, and put away the copybook.

Yan Zhenqing looked at him twice, and said with a negative hand: "Du Zimei's poems are well written, 'Zhang Xu's three cups of grass sage, taking off his hat and revealing his crown in front of the prince, waving paper like a cloud of smoke', you came today, so that the old man thought of learning from Zhang Gong in his early years and comprehending the twelve meanings of penmanship......"

Xue Bai waited for the following.

Yan Zhenqing didn't say anything again, his eyes were full of thoughts, if the twelve meanings of the heart and way penmanship were only passed on to this son, it would be better to pass them on to future generations, and just write an article in the Qin and Han styles.

"Calligraphy, you first comprehend the pen today. Let's talk about your essay poetry again...... Alas. ”

Yan Zhenqing shook his head and took out Xue Bai's strategy from the shelf.

On the same day, after Fang Xuan swore to protect Xue Bai, Yan Zhenqing still transcribed it and took back the original manuscript. Because he didn't want to take credit, he had to let Fang Xuan know who proposed the two tax laws and who should be protected, but Xue Bai's original manuscript would be a handle if it was handed over.

"Before learning an article, learn to avoid it!"

The strategy was thrown in front of Xue Bai's eyes, and Yan Zhenqing was rarely a little harsh.

Xue Bai picked up the strategy and looked at it, and first saw that there were a few more "patches" on the paper, but it was Yan Zhenqing who cut the pieces of paper, glued them to his original words, and wrote new words with Duanli Yan Kai.

For example, the vertical of "people" is less than half, which is to avoid the name of Tang Taizong.

When Li Shimin was still there, I didn't care about these things, as long as I didn't connect the two words "Shimin", but now this avoidance is written in Tang Lu.

Xue Bai actually paid attention to these, but the time to Datang was too short, and there were too many things to pay attention to, so it was inevitable that there would be negligence.

A little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, realizing that he had been in too much of a hurry before, and even felt that it was too late to wait for next year's imperial examination. In fact, it does take a period of precipitation.

Whether it is precipitation or precipitation, being an official in Datang requires talent and prestige, Li Linfu has suffered a loss in this regard, and he has been making up for it all his life. We have to learn from the lessons of the past.

In this early morning, although there was only a moment of teaching, Xue Bai already felt that it was too worthwhile to worship Yan Zhenqing as a teacher with a cheeky face.

~~

"Lang Jun."

Qinglan came out of the backyard of Yan's house with a basket on her shoulder, with a happy smile on her face.

Seeing that the basket was still there, Xue Bai asked, "Don't you want to accept it?" ”

"After receiving it, the lady of the Yan family gave back the yellow rice, saying that it was a New Year's gift sent by relatives and friends from Weizhou, and gave us a taste. I don't know if I can accept it, but if I don't accept it, I don't want our green dates. ”

"It's okay, just help each other with the teacher's family in the future."

Qinglan nodded again and again, and said, "The ladies of the Yan family are really good, by the way, isn't Langjun going to send Xiaolangjun to study?" The Yan family Erlang was in the Wei's private school in the longevity workshop, and the Yan family lady asked the housekeeper to say hello. The little ladies want to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they can go to the Yan family every day to learn with the three mothers of the Yan family. ”

"Does the teacher have three daughters?"

"Nope. Because Sanniang was born sick, she was raised by Yan County's brother and sister-in-law, and she was brought back when she grew up. ”

"What is it?"

"I don't dare to ask in detail, I don't understand why I have to pass on to my brother and sister-in-law because I am sick."

"What's the point......

The conversation has been from Yan's house to Xue's house, and the two places are only separated by one street, which is indeed very close.

Xue Bai led the horse and went to Guozijian.

At present, he has a very comfortable life with Yan Zhenqing, Du Fu, Zheng Qian, and Su Yuanming.

At the beginning, the suffocating years of struggling to survive between the battle between the Right Prime Minister's Mansion and the East Palace seemed to have left him.

~~

Qinglan stood on the steps and watched Xue Bai walk away, turned around to find Liu Xiangjun, and discussed how to steam the yellow rice to be delicious.

Suddenly, Xue Bogeng, who was sitting by the side door basking in the sun and acting as a porter, let out an "oops".

"This girl, you seem to be the ...... of Rokuro's side"

Qinglan turned her head to look at it and couldn't help frowning.

"What are you going to do?"

The young slave didn't answer, walked into the inner courtyard with a cold face, looked around, kicked down a bucket on the ground, and said, "This is what Xue Bai said, 'Soon there will be his own mansion'?" It's really broken. ”

"Anyway, if you don't live, you can't take care of it." Qing Lan stared at her nervously.

Jiaonu sneered slightly, turned his gaze to Liu Xiangjun, and asked, "Xue Bai is really your son?" ”

"You ......"

"I'll ask you."

"Rokuro is naturally the son of a concubine."

"You were pregnant in October?"

"Not bad."

"How?"

Liu Xiangjun was slightly stunned when he was asked, and then regained his momentum, and said lightly: "Today, the saint has found the son for the concubine, what does the concubine need to prove to you?" ”

Kyauknu asked, "What about Xue Ling?" ”

"I went to hide from my friends with my debts."

"Which friend?"

"I don't know about the concubine."

"Tell Xue Ling that the right minister wants to see him." Kyauknu said: "Also, tomorrow, when Shen Shi, let Xue Bai come to the northeast corner of Dongshi, I have something to say to him." ”

With that, she looked at the courtyard again and shook her head in disgust.

This place is smaller and more dilapidated than Du Zhai.

~~

Pingkang Fang, Right Prime Minister's House.

In the backyard, Kyauknu walked through the winding path and ascended to the small pavilion.

Two women were sitting by the window talking, and the atmosphere was a little stiff, as if there was an argument.

One of them wore his hair up, and dressed himself as a woman; The other person was wearing a lotus crown on his head, and he had not yet opened his face, it was Li Tengkong.

"Eleventh mother, seventeenth mother." The slave saluted, "The slave has sent a message to Xue Bai to come to the East Market tomorrow." ”

Li Shiniang then turned her head to Li Tengkong and asked, "Still not satisfied?" ”

"Sister, you shouldn't have done this. Things are not as simple as Sister thought they were, so why can't they let me practice? ”

"Why do you want to become a monk? There are more good men in the world......"

"I won't talk to you anymore, it's always these words."

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Li Shiniang said: "Since you are only willing to marry Xue Bai, Sister will arrange it for you, isn't it okay?" ”

"Grandpa and Brother don't agree, what's the use of you messing around? Can't you just go home? ”

Li Shiniang smiled: "Since Grandpa asked me to persuade you, there is still room for it." It's nothing more than bringing him back into ......"

"He doesn't want to have a son-in-law, and I don't want to force him." Li Tengkong said: "Why is it difficult to be strong? ”

"Because you are Grandpa's daughter, whatever the Prime Minister wants, there is nothing you can't get." Li Shiniang said: "If you become a monk now, you will not be happy for the rest of your life." ”

"Am I happy to let him get into trouble?"

"It's for you to put it down." Li Shiniang said: "Whatever you want, brother and sister will give it to you, hasn't it always been like this since childhood?" Bring him back, and in less than two years you'll be tired of him, knowing that men are nothing more than that. The important thing is that you can understand your mind because of this, and you can know that you can't cultivate peace in the cultivation path, and peace can only be achieved when you are tired of playing. You're the daughter of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, and the only thing you need to consider is your mood, understand? ”

Li Tengkong looked at his sister in a daze, only to feel that all this was ridiculous.

Li Shiniang always took it for granted, and said: "I told Grandpa, Xue Ling came forward to nod and let Xue Bai enter the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, which not only fulfilled the sage's Shangyuan good story, but also broke off his relationship with Yang San's sister-in-law." Grandpa can spare his life, and you are happy, what's wrong? ”

"Say no more! If you don't make me a crown girl, I will be a nun. ”

Li Teng was so angry that he picked up a dagger and was about to cut his hair.

"Don't!" Li Shiniang hurriedly raised her hand and persuaded bitterly: "Seventeen, why do you want to do this for a man? ”

"It's not about Xue Bai anymore, it has nothing to do with him." Li Tengkong's voice was full of tears, "It's that I can't stay in this house anymore, because all of you are crazy!" ”

"Aren't we good enough for you?"

"The devil has bewitched your hearts!"

Li Tengkong shook his head, tears rolling down.

"Sister, do you know what kind of nonsense you are talking about? You treat everyone as a plaything, is the Right Prime Minister's Mansion so great? I was born in such a family...... I'm so guilty that I shouldn't have married! ”

Dagger cut.

A wisp of green silk fell to the ground, and Li Tengkong did not hesitate to cut it again.

"Don't cut it...... Okay, female crown, you want to be a female crown, whatever you want. Li Shiniang raised her hand and said, "It's me who is nosy, you have made enough trouble, put down the dagger, this matter has nothing to do with me, okay?" ”

Li Tengkong choked back tears and threw away the dagger in his hand, looking extremely stubborn.

"In the future, I will take care of you one more thing, and let my husband suffer a thousand cuts." Li Shiniang was also unhappy, cursed a word, turned around and left.

Li Tengkong wiped her eyes, stopped crying, and went to pack her books and prepare for leaving home.

The slave immediately knelt down and said, "The slave is wrong, the slave should not listen to the assignment of Eleven Niang." ”

"Get up, go and talk to him, it's all ...... mistake."

A piece of paper fell from the scroll.

Li Tengkong leaned over to pick it up, but what caught his eyes was the word on the paper that he had read countless times.

~~

The next day, Shen Shi.

After looking at the teahouse for a long time, only to see the girl's figure independent of the pear blossom tree, Xue Bai thought about it, and got up to go over.

"Little lady Zong?"

Li Tengkong's fingers trembled, turned around, and didn't speak for a long time.

Xue Bai said: "Someone asked me to come, but it seems that I missed the appointment, but I didn't expect to meet the little lady Zong." ”

"I ...... I happened to be passing by, too. ”

"I've made friends with everyone in the poetry world recently, Du Fu, have you heard of it? He told me, Tianbao has been three years, Li Bai married Zong, and he is the prime minister's family, but your relative? ”

"Well, if you count the seniority, I'm still a generation higher."

"Then even Li Bai is going to call you aunt?"

Li Tengkong couldn't help but smile, turned his head to look at Xue Bai, and looked at him boldly for a while, as if he wanted to keep him in his heart.

"Huh?" Xue Bai asked, "By the way, is your friend okay?" ”

She ...... Very good, yesterday I worshiped under the door of Qixuan Zhenren as the female crown. ”

"Monk?" Xue Bai looked back at her.

"She's not doing anything else, she really likes cultivation and medicine since she was a child. Let me tell you, Qi Xuan Zhenren is not easy to accept apprentices, he has superb medical skills, and he has supplemented twenty-four volumes of "Su Wen", in short, it is not easy for my friend to be able to apprentice......"

Li Tengkong said as he spoke, accidentally meeting Xue Bai's eyes.

She saw some guilt and regret in his eyes, and suddenly felt like she had been stung in her heart.

Then she thought that she should make him feel guilty and regretful, so that he could remember her.

"I'm leaving."

Li Tengkong smiled, walked away a few steps, looked back at Xue Bai again, ruthlessly, and ran away at a faster pace.

……

The drums sounded at dusk, and lanterns lit up on the upper floor of the East Market.

On this evening when there is a curfew, the lights are far less beautiful than on the night of Shangyuan.

The girl looked up and felt empty in her heart.

Although Tianbao's sixth year's Shangyuan Night was also very happy, she originally thought that Tianbao could go to the lamp market with him.

Today, it was finally released at the normal time, and there are more than 8,800 words, and the new characters are still under review~~ Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription~~ Thank you~~