Su family

The Lingering Garden is the most unique existence among the many gardens of the Su family.

Although it is man-made, it is like the opening of heaven.

The whole garden scenery is simple and simple, and it is generous, not to win by ingenuity, but to the beauty of nature.

As the saying goes, "mountain" is the backbone of the garden, and "water" is the lifeblood of the garden.

If there is no mountain, there is no landscape, and if there is no water, there is no life.

The mountains live with the water, and the water gets the mountains and are charming.

And this lingering garden is the essence of the classical garden.

Su Jixiang walked through a rockery and passed an arch.

A white stone path leading to a hexagonal pavilion.

This is the most secluded place in the park.

Su Jixiang is dressed in a strong suit, unlike an ordinary son, who is always dressed in gorgeous clothes.

He just likes these simple, close-fitting and comfortable clothes.

The smell of last night's wine has dissipated

There was a woman and an old man in the hexagonal pavilion.

"Brother, where did you go last night?"

Su Xinlan asked.

"If I don't come back, I don't know what to say, my mother is worried."

Su Jixiang said: "I have already seen my mother just now, your brother and I are such an adult, what can happen." ”

As he spoke, he walked over and clenched his fists.

"I've seen Mr. Zhang."

The old man's name is Zhang Tai, a native of Changzhou.

The famous Confucian teacher, the first of the three uniques of Guangling.

Since the empress ascended the throne, she has been living in seclusion, entertaining herself with poetry and painting.

Ten years ago, the Su family tried their best to invite, and Zhang Tai saw that Su Xinlan was extraordinary.

He agreed to stay at the Su family and teach him art.

Su Xinlan's nose moved slightly, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Brother, you're going to drink again!" ”

Su Jixiang smiled, "Thirteen has entered the three-grade realm, how can I not celebrate it."

And this meal is not in vain, and he made a good brother. ”

Su Xinlan glanced at it, "Who is not your good brother, when you meet, you will pull people to drink and worship." ”

The corners of Zhang Tai's mouth couldn't help but smile, and he poured a cup of tea for Su Jixiang.

Su Jixiang waved his hand, "This is different, Lao Li has both the scholarly spirit of a literati and the boldness of a horseman."

I don't like to put on a show, it's too much for my appetite. ”

Speaking of this, Su Jixiang suddenly remembered.

"By the way, I seem to have promised Lao Li to send him three jars of wine, I have to prepare wine."

Su Jixiang was about to leave, but stopped again and said to Zhang Tai.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry for you."

"What?" Zhang Tai's tone is gentle.

"I want you to help me taste a poem."

Zhang Tai smiled, "Oh? Su Gongzi can also make poems? ”

Everyone knows that the son of the Ruxi Su family is proficient in martial arts, but he is not good at poetry and painting.

There is no ink in the chest.

Su Jixiang didn't mind others saying that he was uneducated, "Sir, don't laugh at me, it's a poem made by a friend." ”

"Childe, let's talk about it."

Su Jixiang thought for a moment and read slowly.

"When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy."

Su Xinlan, who was practicing calligraphy on the side, suddenly blunt her hand.

Zhang Taiben had a playful expression, his eyes flashed, and he muttered twice.

Su Xinlan came back to her senses and couldn't help but say, "...... What a beautiful poem. ”

Poetry in the scene.

Among the three, Zhang Tai is the most knowledgeable and a Confucian teacher.

The scenery in the eyes is no longer limited to this secular garden.

As if I was half-asleep and half-awake, I saw the reflection of the starry sky in the water, floating above the Milky Way, sleeping in a brilliant starlight and falling asleep.

After a long time, Zhang Tai took a deep breath.

"What's next?"

Su Jixiang frowned and pondered, "It seems to be gone... It's also possible that I forgot, and I was drunk and didn't hear clearly. ”

Su Jixiang suddenly realized that Zhang Tai's eyes were not right when he looked at him.

It's like peeing halfway through and suddenly someone plugs the faucet.

Su Jixiang looked at his sister, "Is this poem good?" ”

After getting a positive reply from my sister.

Su Jixiang smiled proudly, his Su Jixiang's brother was not ordinary.

.............

Nanguo Mansion, inside the church.

"Mother, you see that now that Thirteen has entered the third grade, should you find him a teacher?"

The second lady asked tentatively.

On the one hand, it is to find out the old lady's mind.

On the other hand, if the old lady really agrees, the second lady can also take the initiative and take the matter of finding the teacher on herself, which is also convenient for her to do things.

"Looking for a teacher? What's the use, it's just a fluke. ”

The old lady took a sip of tea, full of indifference.

"After all, it's not from our Yan family, let him go."

The second lady smiled, but did not echo what the old lady said.

The old lady can say that Yan Shisan's is not.

But she, who is an aunt, can't say that in front of the old lady.

"Old lady, second lady."

The maid walked in.

"Mr. Su, Miss Su and Mr. Zhang Tai are waiting outside the door to meet the old lady."

Zhang Tai?

The old lady and the second lady were shocked at the same time.

The great Confucian Zhang Tai has been in seclusion for many years, and then he was invited by the Su family to be the teacher of Su Xinlan, the Su family's young lady.

At that time, the Nanguo Mansion also spent a lot of effort to invite Zhang Tai to the Nanguo Mansion, even if it was a name.

But it's a pity that Zhang Tai doesn't value fame and fortune, and falls in love with Su Xinlan at a glance.

entered the Su family.

Over the years, Zhang Tai has been living in seclusion.

But it does not hinder his status in the minds of readers.

"Quick, please!"

A moment later, Su Xinlan of the Su family, Su Jixiang and a middle-aged man walked into the hall.

The old lady got up and said with a smile: "After fifteen years, Mr. Zhang will not be harmed." ”

Zhang Tai returned the salute, "Old lady Jun'an." ”

"TOEFL, be in good health, please be seated!"

A few people chatted for a while.

The old lady quipped: "When my late husband was alive, I strongly invited my husband to my Nanguo Mansion.

However, he was politely rejected by Mr. and avoided the world for more than ten years.

Mr. re-entering the mansion today, it really makes my little Nanguo Mansion shine."

Zhang Tai smiled, "The old lady said that he was joking, Zhang Tai introduced cloth clothes, but he was just teaching and begging for food." ”

As he spoke, he took out a picture scroll.

"The old lady has a big birthday, Zhang has no long things, and there is only a landscape painting scroll, and I hope the old lady will smile and accept it."

The old lady said with a smile: "Mr. is really modest, Zhang Tai and Zhang Jingyuan's paintings are the first of the three uniques in Guangling."

A picture scroll is better than all kinds of rare treasures.

Mr. Lao Fu, I specially came to the house in person. ”

Only then did Zhang Tai finally put forward the purpose of his visit.

"Old lady, come here this time.

First, it is to say hello to the old lady.

Second, it is to meet a person. ”

It is clear to everyone present that these two are the key.

"Oh, who?"

"I heard that there is a guest secretary in the Nanguo Mansion, named Li Ping'an, and I happened to hear the poems made by his people, so I came to ask for advice."

The second lady was secretly surprised in her heart, what kind of poems provoked Zhang Tai to come in person?

The old lady suddenly said, "It turned out to be Mr. Li." ”

Hurriedly called the maids around him and went to the lakeside courtyard to invite Li Ping'an.