Zhangjia Town, Zhangfunei.

A low building, the two lanterns emitted a faint yellow halo, and Ning Wuqian walked in under the guidance of Fu Bo.

This is Zhang's study.

What appeared in front of Ning Wujian was a carved desk, a "mountain" pen holder on the table, on which hung five or six brushes of various colors, an inkstone on one side, a stove of spices emitting curling cigarettes, and behind, a piece of paper.

A middle-aged man with a somewhat rich appearance is lifting a pen, the man is wearing an elegant robe, his hair is tied with a scarf, he is energetic, extremely focused, and he doesn't seem to notice that Ning Wuqian is coming in, the pen is walking dragon snake, and the brush is wandering on the white paper.

The man is the owner of Zhang's house, surnamed Zhang, with a single name and a kun, the word Yuantai, speaking of which, Zhang Yuantai and Ning Feng are still old acquaintances, they are the same batch of students who went to the state capital to participate in the government examination, but the results are different, Zhang Yuantai High School, Ning Feng's name falls to Sun Mountain.

The two maids stood in the study, and when they saw Ning Wuqian coming in, they wanted to remind them out loud, Ning Wuqian hurriedly put the fingers of his right hand to his mouth and made a silent movement, the two maids were also well-behaved, and when his master burned incense and bathed and wrote, he was the most taboo to be disturbed, so he didn't say more.

Ning Wuqian stood aside without interrupting soundly, quietly watching the fonts on the paper fly.

Lifting the pen, the man took a step back, stared at his masterpiece, and smiled slightly with satisfaction.

Although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time.

Teng snake ride the fog, and eventually turn into ashes.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong.

The period of profit and contraction is not only in the sky.

The blessing of recuperation can be eternal.

Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song.

Ning Wujian slowly read out the poems on the paper in a subdued manner, looking at the good words with a delicate hand, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praise: "Good poems, good words, a good old man, ambition is thousands of miles, Zhang Yuanwai is just a young man, ambitious, and a good future is unknown......

The sound that sounded in vain beside him made Zhang Yuantai slightly startled, and when he turned his head to look, he found that Ning Wujian who appeared beside him at some point, Zhang Yuantai was also a smart person, and after being slightly surprised, he calmed down and put the brush in his hand on the inkstone.

"Presumably you are Ning Zhongyuan, right?"

Pressing the undried Mobao with a tangmu, Zhang Yuantai sat on the chair, two maids, one handed Zhang Yuantai a towel to wipe his hands, and the other brought him a cup of tea, his movements were skillful, obviously not the first time to serve Zhang Yuantai.

"Zhong Yuan pays a visit to Master Zhang. Ning Wuqian bowed to Zhang Yuantai and stood respectfully.

Taking a sip of tea, Zhang Yuantai looked at Ning Wuji, smiled quite satisfied, looked at his Mobao, and couldn't help asking, "Zhong Yuan also likes the prime minister's poems?"

In the library of Baiyun Temple, Ning Wuqian learned that in this era, Cao Cao's image was extremely tall, not as in later generations, he was a "hero" and "traitor", and Prime Minister Cao not only made achievements in politics, but also in poetry, but also created the Jian'an literary style, and was one of the seven sons of Jian'an.

"Prime Minister Naiwei's husband, a song "Turtle Although Shou", will be full of excitement and rhetoric. Although he is not a prime minister, he can write the prime minister's poem so majestic, which is also a must. Ning Wujian praised and patted Zhang Yuantai's ass very skillfully.

Zhang Yuantai smiled happily, "Yes, the prime minister has set the Three Kingdoms, but the Huns, he has done his best for my Huaxia, he is heroic and dry, and his heart yearns for it." ”

Originally, Zhang Yuantai was quite concerned about Ning Wuji, and at this time, he had a common language, and he was even more happy in his heart, "Ning Gongzi is so knowledgeable, the county test is expected to be the top three, and Zhangjiazhen is going to have another lifter." ”

Ning Wuqian didn't care about lifting people or anything, and smiled, this smile looked in Zhang Yuantai's eyes, thinking that Ning Wuqian was too confident, but he was also a very proud person in his bones, and he thought that a scholar should be arrogant, so he didn't care.

"Chunlan, take fifty taels of silver and give it to Ning Gongzi. Zhang Yuantai glanced at the maid, and then didn't wait for Ning Wuqian to refuse, and said: "Zhongyuan don't refuse, Zhang is not as good as the prime minister, but he is not a pedantic person, as long as the silver in the family is enough to spend, and the wealth is scattered to avoid disasters, fifty taels of silver is nothing." ”

Ning Wuqian opened his mouth, fifty taels of silver, what is the concept? In this era, one tael of silver is enough for half a year's expenses of a poor family. Zhang Yuantai is really a benevolent and benevolent master. In other words, the kind that has money and nowhere to spend.

"So, thank you, Mr. Zhang. "Rather than be respectful.

Zhang Yuantai nodded, looked at it and saw that it was already dark outside, got up and said, "I'm going to the county tomorrow, Ning Gongzi will go to rest first, tomorrow morning, there will be a maid to call Gongzi." ”

"Qiu Ju, send Ning Gongzi to the wing room to rest. ”

"Yes, sir. The remaining little maid responded crisply and looked at Ning Wuji, "Young Master Ning, come with the slave." ”

Ning Wuqian waved at Zhang Yuantai and exited the study, and then followed the little maid called Qiu Ju through the long corridor with seven twists and turns, Zhang's mansion covers a huge area, almost a small garden, and occasionally a family with a lantern walked by.

Outside a dark room, a dark sky suddenly blew a gust of wind.

The wind blew the lantern hanging in the dark room and swayed, and the little girl shrank back and muttered, "It's almost spring, why is it still so cold?"

Ning Wujian stopped, looked into the dark room, and frowned.

"Childe, what's wrong? That house used to be the ancestral hall of Zhang's Mansion, but then it was abandoned for some reason, and it was weird and gloomy on weekdays, Childe, let's go, it's scary to stay here." ”

Qiu Ju stuck out her tongue, looked at the dark room with some fear, and left quickly.

Ning Wujian retracted his gaze, followed the little maid, and walked towards the wing.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, blowing the door of the ancestral hall open, and the whining wind poured in, and in the dark room, a pair of eyes exuding resentment and hatred looked in the direction where Ning Wuqian left.

Ning Wuji, who was walking on the road, felt a chill behind him, turned his head to look, and just looked at those eyes, and for a moment, Ning Wujian opened his mouth, smiled kindly, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

Qiu Ju took Ning Wuqian to a courtyard and left, there were three side rooms inside, Ning Wushuang and Ning Bowu were gobbling up, there were three roast chickens on the table, a few dishes of vegetarian dishes, seeing Ning Wujian coming back, he hurriedly greeted him.

"This is what the Fauber sent him, and Fauber is such a good man. Ning Wushuang nibbled on the chicken legs, his mouth was full of greasy, and he sighed sincerely.

Ning Bowu's mouth was full of food, and he grabbed the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

This picture of eating is really a hillbilly entering the city.

Ning Wuqian sighed, and then joined Ning Wushuang and their front, and if he didn't do anything, these two fools, he wouldn't even have chicken bones left.

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