[Comprehensive] Short-lived ghost

Du Laoqiang lasted for a month, and fell ill on a depressing rainy day. He had a high fever for several days in a row. It's crying for pain, ask He Fang to give him a drink, and it won't hurt when he's drunk.

Du Yueru couldn't take off his clothes, and waited by the bed every day. On a fine day, when the weather was fine, Mr. Du could sit up and shout for food. Without a doctor, even in a modern society with advanced technology, it is difficult to cure it. Mr. Du is just a flashback.

Mr. Du said that the weather outside was fine, and he wanted to bask in the sun. He Fang moved a chair and put it at the door, and helped Mr. Du sit on the chair. The old lady's acquaintance knew each other and loved each other, he was immersed in the memory, with a smile on his mouth all the time.

Du Yueru brought a bowl of clear porridge and side dishes, and fed Mr. Du a few mouthfuls, but Mr. Du couldn't take it anymore. He shook his head and looked at Du Yueru, "Your porridge is as good as your mother's. She I've been waiting for me below for ten years, it's time to wait, I'm going to find her." After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes peacefully.

Du Yueru overturned the porridge, fell on Du Lao and cried mournfully.

After finishing the funeral for Mr. Du and burying Mrs. Du and Mrs. Du together, Du Yueru took the initiative to find He Fang and said that she wanted to talk to him. The two had been married for more than a month and had always been separated. The Feng family had few servants. However, Hongluan is the only one who takes care of He Fang personally. Naturally, Hongluan can't gossip and talk about the old lady's affairs everywhere, so no one finds that the newlyweds are at odds with each other.

The two sat at the same table for three meals a day and could say a few polite words. They met by accident in the yard on weekdays. They nodded as greetings and rarely spoke.

"You divorce me, I'm going up the mountain to pray for my father." Du Yueru took out the written divorce letter and put it in front of He Fang.

He Fang put his hand on the divorce letter and didn't read it.

"As soon as my father-in-law left, I divorced you. Wouldn't others say that I was ruthless? You continue to be in front of Mrs. Feng's family. If you want to recite scriptures, I will clean up an ancestral hall for you, so that you can treat me day and night. Holding the ancient Buddha with a blue lantern, my father-in-law will definitely feel your filial piety."

"Father has left, I have nothing to worry about, and I will not stay here as your cover. I don't care about this Mrs. Feng."

He Fang didn't get angry and laughed, "You have been with me for a month, and you already suspect that I am not what the outside world says, but you want to use this kind of words to provoke me and let me divorce you. You are my official marriage. Your wife, but you are afraid that I will touch you, you must be hiding some secret." He Fang stood up and approached her, and Du Yueru lowered her head as he stared at her, her expression flustered, "Maybe you are afraid that I will find out that you are not perfect. It will ruin the reputation of the Du family."

He Fang grabbed her wrist suddenly, Du Yueru suddenly raised her head and glared at He Fang angrily, "It seems that I guessed wrong, if you tell the truth today, I can let you go as you wish, if you don't say , let's enter the bridal chamber tonight and be a real couple."

Du Yueru suppressed crying, her eyes were red, and she bit her lips tightly. He Fang saw her biting her lip, which seemed to be a very difficult thing to say, and He Fang no longer pryed into her privacy. After hearing his answer, she had secrets about her that made her unwilling to marry.

"Okay, I won't force you." He Fang changed the letter of divorce to He Lishu, took out a few bank notes from a box, and handed them to Du Yueru, "Old man Du's calligraphy and paintings cannot be sold, the 1000 taels of silver With the ticket, you can open a restaurant or cloth shop, and you can always support yourself.”

Du Yueru wept silently, and looked at He Fang with tearful eyes, "Brother Feng, you are a good man, Yue Ru has offended you so much before, please make amends." He stood up and bowed to He Fang, "Father said something before his death If I want to give you all the calligraphy and painting, the calligraphy and painting belong to the eldest brother, and Yueru can't take it."

He Fang never thought that there would be a day when he would be issued a good person card, so he asked Du Yueru to get up, "That's fine, it's not safe to keep you by my side."

Du Yueru took the bank note and He Lishu and thanked He Fang again. On the second day, Du Yueru packed his bags and left Feng's house. Within a few days, there were rumors that He Fang only married the Du family in order to obtain Mr. Du's treasure. Miss, now that Mr. Du died, he got the baby and abandoned Miss Du. He is really a heartless man.

A former student of Mr. Du was so indignant that he came to attack He Fang, and asked him to plead guilty to Ms. Du and return all the calligraphy and paintings. Ms. Du showed up and said that the two of them were difficult to get along because of their incompatible personalities, and they voluntarily reconciled and did not give up. One said, to advise everyone not to find any trouble.

He Fang also used the hands of the King of Beijing to present all the calligraphy and paintings collected by Mr. Du to the emperor. In the name of the late Mr. Du, the emperor personally bestowed four characters: a generation of masters, and ordered people to make a plaque Send it to Du Fu.

This matter was resolved satisfactorily.

He Fang originally wanted to keep those calligraphy and paintings, but who knew that those students caused a disturbance all over the city, making everyone think that Mr. Du had left behind some great treasure, which would definitely be missed by thieves in the future, and it would be very difficult to just think about guarding against thieves every day. It is better to dedicate it to the imperial court and leave an impression on the emperor.

When sending the calligraphy and paintings away, Xiaoyu regretted for a long time, saying that if He Fang had those calligraphy and paintings, he would be able to achieve the character achievement of a rich and wealthy landlord, and he would be able to leave this world to take risks in the next world.

He Fang feels that this world has just begun, and the next world is still unknown, and the growth points obtained by becoming a landlord are only 2000 points.It's better to achieve the highest achievement in this world, improve one's own strength as soon as possible, gain strength, first beat Prince Teng that fellow, so that he dares to be arrogant again.

He Fang chooses to complete the character achievement is to become a prime minister under one person and over ten thousand people. The task rewards 5000 points. If he wants to become an official in the court, ordinary people like He Fang can only pass the imperial examination. The first step is to pass the next February Only those who obtained the status of scholar were eligible to participate in the imperial examination.

With Xiaoyu as a cheating tool, it’s no problem to write from the back of the book. Writing articles is the strength of He Fang, a Chinese teacher. With the escort of Xiaoyu’s complete materials, the quotations are sufficient, and He Fang’s good writing style, He Fang has no reason to fail. .

It is not enough to have talent and learning, but also to have a famous teacher, to worship under the famous teacher, and to become an official in the court in the future. After introducing each other, if they are under the same master, they will always be a little closer than other people.

If you want to say which is the best academy in Yingtian Mansion, it is naturally Yingtian Academy. Who is the famous teacher who is full of peaches and plums, of course it is the head teacher of Yingtian Academy.

Before the Chinese New Year, He Fang specially brought a gift to visit the head teacher. After explaining the purpose of coming, the head teacher had already intended to accept He Fang as a disciple. Master's face is also bright.

But this old fox won't accept He Fang so easily. The old fox is lying on the couch, wearing a bulky padded jacket, tucking his hands into his sleeves, shrinking his neck, "It's not impossible to accept you as a disciple, but I have to test you, Only when you are satisfied can you become a teacher."

"Sir, please ask questions."

"I found three students with the best grades to compete with you, do you dare?"

"You don't need to provoke me, I'm a fake in the exam, it's true to beat your students." He Fang laughed.

"Hey, I was seen through by you. The three of my students are very talented, but they are too conceited. They call themselves the three great talents of Jinling. They fanned paper fans in cold weather and pretended to be chic. They competed with others everywhere and won a few games. I just thought I was so talented and invincible, and I panicked on behalf of them, it would really embarrass the academy to go out." The old fox touched his thick-skinned face.

"They must have obtained the true biography of the master." They were thick-skinned.

"I just give them a few pointers from time to time. They are pretty smart, and they can understand a little bit." The old fox said proudly. He has three excellent students, and his face is very bright.

The old fox ordered the three great talents to be called, and He Fang and the three of them greeted each other and got to know each other for a while.

"This is Feng Yuan. He wants to join my sect. I called you here to compete with him to see if he is qualified."

"Yes, Master." The three of them held paper fans together and said.

The person standing in the middle should be the boss of the team, and asked arrogantly but not rudely: "What are you good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting?"

"I don't know how to play the piano, I have learned Go from others for a while, and my calligraphy can catch my eye, but my painting skills are just mediocre." He Fang replied modestly.

The old fox sits on the mountain watching the tigers fight, happily stroking his beard.

"Master, there is no need to waste time, he is not qualified to be our junior at all."

"Hey~ Feng Yuan donated money, even if he doesn't accept him, he should be convinced to lose."

Donating money, as the name suggests, is giving money to go through the back door. The old fox's three apprentices, Men Qing'er, look at He Fang from the contempt at the beginning to the contempt now.

The old fox smiled even more happily.

He Fang gave him the Four Treasures of Study to show his heart, and he would not give the old fox money if he had money.

"In this case, let's write a poem with the theme of snow. Is there enough time for a stick of incense?" The eldest brother asked, the second child went to prepare paper and pens, and the third child found a stick of incense and lit it. It would take an hour to burn the incense. This is really underestimating where.

The two square tables are set, the paper, ink, brush and inkstone are put away, the boss walks around the room with his hands behind his back and a paper fan in one hand, walks to the window, opens the window, looks at the white snow outside the window, and stands against the wind for a while , sneezed, then closed the window, walked a few more steps, put away the paper fan and slapped it on the palm, saying: "Yes."

As he spoke, he walked quickly back to the table, picked up a pen and wrote it down, his two juniors stepped forward and praised in unison: "OK." Then the three of them sat in front of the fire and drank tea while warming up, watching from time to time. Take a look at the burning incense, but don't look where it is.

When the stick of incense was burned, the third child shouted, "Hey, are you done writing? The incense is all burned."

He Fang finished writing the last word and put down the pen, "I'm sorry, I was too focused and didn't notice the time."

"Bring the poem you wrote for us to appreciate." The third child waved to He Fang mockingly.

He Fang blew the ink on the paper and handed it to them.

"Why did you write so much?"

"You just said to write a stick of incense, but you didn't say to write a few songs, so I just wrote a few more." He Fang said innocently.

The three brothers gathered together to read He Fang's poems. Some of He Fang's poems describe the gentle snow in the Jiangnan water town, and some describe the rough snow in the desert in northern Saibei. To Xue, every poem has a different artistic conception and emotion. What the boss writes is nothing more than a young man expressing his worries for new words, and using gorgeous rhetoric to pile up sentences. Compared with He Fang, he is like a bird. A frog watching the sky from a well.