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When she returned to the courtyard, she saw Ye Junmei standing at the door from a distance, looking a little anxious - her brother followed Zhao Emei out, and it was impossible for her not to worry.

At this time, seeing Ye Junsheng coming back safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The smile is bright, like a white orchid that suddenly blooms, swaying brightly.

Side by side into the courtyard, as usual, each doing their own thing.

In the evening, the second son of Ximen arrived, and at the same time brought good news: the miscellaneous troupe was drawn together.

Such efficiency is not unpleasant. However, the Ximen family has a lot of business all over the world, and with the assistance of his wife Guo's family, he knows countless people, so he does not hesitate to throw down his capital and want to do miscellaneous dramas, which is simply easy.

"Junsheng, what kind of name do you say this troupe should have?"

Ye Junsheng smiled: "This, will you be fine?"

The second son of Ximen said very seriously: "No, I must ask you to name it." ”

Ye Junsheng sighed slightly: "How is the Peking Opera Troupe?"

The second son of Ximen clapped his hands: "Wow, the troupe of the Beijing Division, worthy of its name, looks atmospheric." ”

Ye Junsheng only smiled and did not speak.

"That's it, by the way, the words should have been written. I showed them and prepared for the rehearsal earlier. Try to pick a good day to start the stage. ”

It was Ye Junmei who answered: "Okay." ”

Turned around and entered the room, and took out the "Legend of the Matchmaker" - the original name. But they were changed together.

Seeing the three-character title on the title page, the second son of Ximen smiled, looking at the text and righteousness, this kind of talented and beautiful thing, but it is very in line with the aesthetics of the second son. I have the mind at the moment, take it back and have a sneak peek for myself.

"Junsheng, the big exam is coming, how are you prepared?"

For the world's scholars, the foundation of life. It's in the word "fame".

Ye Junsheng said indifferently: "It's okay." ”

It's all polite and decent.

"That's good, by the way, I will return to Yangzhou tomorrow to prepare for the wedding, Junsheng and Lingmei, you must come over." ”

Ye Junsheng said "congratulations": "It's easy to say, I must go." ”

The second son of Ximen went with a smile.

"Brother. You say my script, will the servant like it?"

Ye Junmei looked a little worried.

"Hehe, I definitely like it. ”

"If you like it, I really hope the show will be a success. Otherwise, I'm sorry for Prince Simon. ”

At the beginning, they said that they would "invest in technology" and be responsible for writing the script. Fifty-five split accounts. Although these money, regardless of them. or Simon Gongzi, he doesn't pay much attention to it. But since there is one thing to do. It is necessary to have a beginning and an end, and do it beautifully.

After revealing this topic, Ye Junmei remembered something: "Brother, Ximen Gongzi and Miss Guo got married, calculating the time, it was almost close to the big exam at that time, and running back and forth, would it have an impact on you?"

Ye Junsheng replied: "The distance is not far, and it is not in the way." ”

The capital division of the Tianhua Dynasty is not in the north, but in the south of the Yangtze River, adjacent to Yangzhou, whether it is a dry road or a waterway, it does not take a day's journey. Compared to the long journey between other state capitals, it is considered convenient.

Ye Junmei didn't say more: she had confidence in her brother, since Ye Junsheng said that it was not in the way, then there was no problem.

......

"Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai is here?"

In the White Horse Temple in the north of the city, a monk came to the wing room in the southwest corner and knocked on the door and shouted.

After a while, I saw that Liu Xiucai hurriedly greeted him: "Xiaosheng is here, what does the master command." ”

The monks joined together and said, "I have come to collect the scriptures." ”

Hearing this, Liu Xiucai was stunned, and he was speechless.

It turned out that he lived in the White Horse Temple, but he didn't live in vain, and he had to pay rent. Only suffering from the poverty of the family, the only way to bear it is to help the monastery copy the scriptures.

Stay for a day, and copy 500 words of scriptures.

But in recent days, Liu Xiucai has not copied much, where can he hand it over.

Seeing that he was hesitant, the monk's face sank: "Liu Xiucai, could it be that you didn't copy the scriptures?"

Liu Xiucai said with a bitter face: "Recently, Xiaosheng is greedy for calligraphy, and copying takes a lot of time, so ......"

The monk shouted: "Liu Xiucai, you are not a son of man." I saw that you were pitiful, so I allowed you to live. No rent is charged, but is used by copying scriptures. You're good, don't worry at all. In that case, the temple will not allow you, so you might as well move out. ”

Liu Xiucai's face changed greatly, and he pleaded: "Master is merciful, it's all because Xiaosheng has been dizzy these days, resulting in the waste of his homework." Three days, ask the master for three days, and I will definitely hand in the full amount. ”

The monk snorted coldly: "The rules in the temple are not what you and I can do." I will give you time, and who will give me time?"

Liu Xiucai fell to the ground with a plop: "Please master be a good heart, the township test is imminent, if I have no place to stay, wouldn't I be ruining my future? ”

When the monk saw him kneeling, he hurriedly avoided it and recited the Buddha's name: "Okay, my Buddha is merciful, just forgive it once." But there is only one day, and tomorrow night I come to collect the scriptures, and if I can't hand them in, then I can't help them. ”

With that, he walked away.

For scholars like Liu Xiucai, every year of the big exam, there are not many teachers in Beijing, and they are commonplace. And Liu Xiucai is already participating in the township test for the third time, and the first two times were named Sun Shan, this time, I'm afraid it's about the same.

Returning to the wing, Liu Xiucai looked sad, stood for a moment, and finally made up his mind. He walked over and picked up all the stacks of paper and ink on the table, lit a fire, and burned them one by one.

The paper and ink, with deep creases, were clearly crumpled together, and then carefully unfolded and laid out.

The paper is high-grade rice paper, the words are also excellent, and the iron painting silver hook is very spiritual.

It is precisely because of these words that Liu Xiu can be fascinated by it, and he wants to copy it when he sees it, as if he is in a trance, and he doesn't think about tea and dinner. This took up most of the time, not only did he not copy the scriptures, but even the usual revision of his homework was wasted.

"Hey, people say 'playthings are demoralized', does this count as me?"

Liu Xiucai sighed, he wanted to burn all this paper and ink, and at the same time burn this part of his mind, so as to get back on track.

One, two, three......

Liu Xiucai's heart is aching: these words are indeed very good, although the creases are too deep, even if they are framed, they are not worth much, but they can learn a lot by copying them. It's a pity to burn it down like this.

So, let's leave one...... Yes, only one ...... left

When the last one was burned, Liu Xiucai finally stopped, and after a lot of inner struggle, he kept this one:

"Zi said: The deceased is like Sifu!"

These are the words on the paper, seven words, written in the words of the sages.

This piece of paper, with the shallowest creases, is flattened and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Liu Xiucai put the paper and ink away, and then, it was time to start work and copy the scriptures. After several days of homework, it accumulates 6,000 words.

Copying 6,000 words a day is not an easy task, and you must race against time to complete it. (To be continued.) )