Time flies, and unconsciously, Li Xiuyuan has been lecturing at Chongqi Academy for more than half a year as Wang Yangming.

Reading the scriptures every day, lecturing, learning from Lu Fangweng, Fang Qiong and Chen Xun, and with the help of "Ten Directions of Fantasy", Li Xiuyuan's Confucianism has improved very quickly, and half a year can be worth decades of work.

The seeds of Yangming Mind have been sown in the hearts of the twenty-one people in Class A, and some students in Class B and C of Chongqi Academy who have heard of Yang Ming Mind are also amazed by Mr. Wang.

Zhu Yingtai has the most respect for Mr. Yangming, not only greeting him every day, but also deliberately moving out of the school building of Class A and moving to a fine house near Mr. Yangming's residence in Nanyuan.

Li Xiuyuan knew that Zhu Yingtai should be afraid that her daughter would be exposed!

However, Zhu Yingtai really admires and respects himself, and sometimes Li Xiuyuan thinks a lot, whether this Zhu Yingtai is empathetic and wants to pull his husband to turn into a butterfly.

He didn't know that in his previous life, Zhu Yingtai also gradually had feelings after getting along with Liang Shanbo for three years, and in this life, she and Liang Shanbo only got along for half a month, and when the roots of love had not yet sprouted, a majestic and talented Mr. Wang came to Chongqi Academy.

Actually, Zhu Yingtai prefers a mature old man like him.

"Is the gentleman there? I'm in!"

Zhu Yingtai was dressed in white and walked in quietly with brisk steps.

In the past six months, Zhu Yingtai's size has grown a lot, his skin is more delicate and fairer than before, and his delicate appearance is more handsome, as if he has bloomed all of a sudden, but his chest still does not rise and fall.

"Well, come in!" Li Xiuyuan didn't raise his head, and answered her gently.

Li Xiuyuan's figure sat upright in front of Aoki's desk, and he was transcribing some manuscripts of the book in his hand.

Chongqi Academy is quite expensive, and there is no other source of income, so Li Xiuyuan thought of some ideas for Lu Fangweng.

He wrote some popular books from his previous life and sold them in bookstores and restaurants in Lin'an City, some of them were printed into books, and some were sold to storytellers in restaurants, which increased a lot of revenue for Chongqi Academy.

""Journey to the West, is this a new script that Mr. just wrote?" Zhu Yingtai's eyes lit up and he came to Li Xiuyuan's side.

These days, there are many scripts circulating in Lin'an City, including the ancient mythological "Romance of the Gods" and "The Legend of the Ping Demon", as well as the "Legend of the West Chamber" and "Peach Blossom Fan" by talented people.

Li Xiuyuan wrote for a long time, and roughly finished the rest of the chapters, then stopped his pen and glanced up at Zhu Yingtai, and smiled indifferently: "Say, what's the matter with this time?"

"Alas, it's all because Mr. wrote the story too vividly, people were fascinated by it just now, and almost missed a big thing!" Zhu Yingtai patted his little head and said coquettishly.

I don't know if it's because she feels that she has been discovered by her discerning husband, or if she wants to engrave it, in short, at a certain moment, when the two are alone, Zhu Yingtai will occasionally show such a little daughter's demeanor in front of him.

I only heard Zhu Yingtai step forward and grab Li Xiuyuan's arm and say: "That's the case, there is a spring tide in Qiantang today, and after watching the tide, there will be a Qiantang poetry meeting in the West Lake Yanyu Building."

The Qiantang Poetry Club is the old custom of Lin'an Mansion, in order to compare the academic knowledge of the students of Lin'an Mansion and Chongqi Academy, and then the prefect of Lin'an Mansion, Lord Han, Qiantang Yang Zhi County, the scholar Lord Wu, and many official gentry and celebrities will participate. Chief Lu asked me to come over and ask, is my husband going to participate in this year's Qiantang Poetry Meeting?"

"Qiantang Poetry Club, not interested!" Li Xiuyuan shook his head.

Poetry and poetry are not of great help to him in cultivating Confucianism and condensing good corpses, and he is not too interested.

After half a year of penance, he felt that Confucianism was greatly advanced, and the good corpse would become a good corpse, so that he would not waste time on meaningless trivial matters.

Li Xiuyuan wanted to continue to write the book of "Journey to the West" that he had adapted, but Zhu Yingtai hugged Mr. Wang's arm and didn't let go: "Mr. is either reciting Confucian scriptures in his residence or lecturing for us in the school all day long, and such a regular life is really too boring."

Now to catch up with this Qiantang spring tide, just go out for a walk, after a while of the Qingming Festival, Lu Shanchang will take us out to go out, Mr. will go with us!"

"Hehe, okay!" Seeing Zhu Yingtai's expectant look, Li Xiuyuan had to stand up and replied helplessly.

On the Qiantang River, tourists are weaving, all watching the waves are angry, surging Qiantang River spring tide.

Boom, the sound of the river lapping on the river bank and the shouts of tourists are intertwined, which is very lively.

When the students of Class A of Chongqi Academy saw Li Xiuyuan coming over with Zhu Yingtai, they immediately looked overjoyed, and shouted in unison: "Hehe, Yingtai, you are really amazing, you really invited Mr. Wang out!"

"Hehe, the academy is out of class today, and my husband is bored, as soon as I told him that I wanted to come out to watch the tide, he agreed. Zhu Yingtai said proudly: "Mr. also said that he will come out with us next time Qingming outing." ”

"Really, that's great!" the students looked at Li Xiuyuan happily.

Li Xiuyuan greeted the students of Chongqi Academy with a smile, and also began to look at the magnificent spring tide of Qiantang over there.

The sound of Xiao drums, the Qiang pipe is leisurely, a group of attendants dressed in official uniforms and riding high-headed horses poured into the rolling crowd, and the tourists on the shore saw this battle and immediately gave way to this group of people.

Surrounded by hundreds of horsemen, the middle-aged man led by Han Yangu, the prefect of Lin'an Prefecture, and two people beside him, one is Yang Wei, the county magistrate of Qiantang County, and the other is Wu Deqing, the magistrate of Lin'an Prefecture.

After the honor guard of the government and the public servants, the arrival of an oil wall incense car immediately attracted the attention of most people.

Especially behind the oil wall incense car, there is also a group of young men in brocade clothes.

"It's Qiantang Su, everyone is here!"

"I finally got to see everyone Su today!"

Seeing the beauty in the oil wall incense car walking down slowly, the crowd immediately let out a cry of joy.

In Qiantang County, the oil wall incense car is the symbol of the first beauty in Qiantang Su Xiaoxiao, Su Xiaoxiao likes to take the self-made oil wall incense car to travel the mountains and rivers on weekdays, especially in the spring to watch the tide on the Qiantang River. It's just that today she is not only going out to play, but also being invited to participate in this year's Qiantang Poetry Club. The Qiantang Poetry Society has always been presided over by the government, and enjoys a good reputation in Lin'an City, such an important event, with the presence of the first prostitute in Qiantang, it will definitely add a lot of color.

Li Xiuyuan looked at Su Xiaoxiao through the crowd, wrapped in a plain muslin green skirt, with a delicate and petite figure, a beautiful and beautiful face, and a faint trace of sorrow, looking a lot less than last year.

I think that her sorrow should be because her Ruan Lang is gone, right? I don't know if she will still die early in this life?

"Hushan once buried jade here, and Huayue can cast gold!" Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly.

"I don't know why Mr. Fang sighed?" Zhu Yingtai looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I met an old acquaintance, and now I see that she is not doing well, so I sigh!" Li Xiuyuan put away his complicated thoughts, chuckled at Zhu Yingtai in front of him and shook his head.

"Really?" Zhu Yingtai looked at Li Xiuyuan with a smile: "Qiantang Su is the old man of Mr. Su, but Yingtai heard that Su only likes handsome young men?"

"Huh?" Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "It's just an old acquaintance, when did I say that she was my old person?"

"Hehe, old acquaintances and old people are the same thing!" Zhu Yingtai suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Li Xiuyuan's ear: "Mr. doesn't have to hide it from Yingtai, it's the so-called fair lady and gentleman." It is normal for Mr. to like young and beautiful Su family.

However, Yingtai heard that this Qiantang Su family has always preferred handsome young men, with Mr.'s age and appearance, Mr.'s heartfelt affection is only afraid that he will secretly invest in Mingzhu?"

What kind of mess is this?

Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.

Zhu Yingtai was sad for Li Xiuyuan, and encouraged: "This time everyone at the Qiantang Poetry Club will also be there.

Although the Qiantang Poetry Club mainly examines the coursework of the students of Lin'an Mansion School and Chongqi Academy, the prefect and the scholar and some famous Confucians will also write poems and lyrics at the banquet. In the past, there were also many unknown Mr. Fuxue who took advantage of this poetry meeting to emerge and become famous in the Confucian forest of the entire Lin'an Mansion.

Mr. 's daily poems, students have also read them, or majestic, or beautiful and poignant, Mr. can come easily.

At the banquet, as long as Mr. writes a good poem for Mr. Su, everyone will be impressed by Mr.'s talent and sincerity when they see Mr. Su's amazing talent, and they can naturally pick it at will. ”

Hmph, teaching his husband how to win a woman's heart, is this what a student should do?

Li Xiuyuan tapped on Zhu Yingtai's smooth head and said with a smile: "Hehe, isn't what everyone Su likes is a handsome young man like Yingtai?"

In my opinion, Yingtai, when you come to her, you don't need to write poems, she will also be dumped by you, and your heart will be picked by you!

It's just that Yingtai you really want to be bad.

When I came to Lin'an, I have been famous for a long time about this Qiantang Su family, and today is the first time I have met, so I naturally want to take a few more looks.

However, I only have admiration for this Qiantang Su family, not admiration. ”

"Hehe, people didn't say anything, why did Mr. explain your relationship with Yingtai and the Su family?" Zhu Yingtai covered his forehead a little shyly, smiling like a little white fox who had stolen his mouth.

Didn't you pick up these topics first?

Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and no longer explained to Zhu Yingtai.

The spring tide of Qiantang Lake comes and goes quickly, and it takes about an hour for the surging tide to gradually subside. As soon as the tide recedes, the tourists watching the tide gradually disperse.

Li Xiuyuan, Zhu Yingtai and others, under the guidance of the Duke of Lin'an Mansion, came to the West Lake Yanyu Building.