He Shen

Wu Shenglan is in his thirties, with a melon-shaped face, single eyelids, and slender eyes. He is actually very young, but he has a short beard, which adds a bit of maturity, stability and elegance.He is an instructor of Xian'an Palace, and he has no serious official position. He is dressed in a sky-blue quilted satin robe and a knee-length lambskin jacket over his head. It is not expensive, but it is very clean and tidy.

The salary of the Xian'an Palace official school is actually good, at least Wu Shenglan has her own independent office.

In this day and age, there are relatively strict rules between teachers and students, so Wu Shenglan sat and Shanbao stood obediently in front of him, with his arms hanging down naturally, respectfully listening to Wu Shenglan.

"I saw your homework these few times..."

Shanbao raised his head and took a look at Wu Shenglan, wouldn't there be any flaws?

Wu Shenglan is actually very optimistic about Shanbao, and since Shanbao has taken about a month of sick leave, Wu Shenglan is a little more easy-going than before. She waved her hand and smiled, pointing to the chair next to her, "Don't be nervous, sit down." Let's talk."

Shanbao thanked you first, and Wu Xinglan said, "It's nothing else. I just watched your homework these few times. In the past, you focused on lowercase letters, but now your fonts have more cursive strokes, and the fonts have become a bit slender." Clean. Uncovering a few pages of Shanbao's articles with his fingertips, Wu Shenglan's eyes became a little more inquisitive, "Why did you suddenly change the font?"

Shanbao's fingertips moved unconsciously and bounced on his knee.

Was it seen?

So sharp.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are copying Jinshang's handwriting." Wu Shenglan said lightly, revealing Shanbao's thoughts, "It's not surprising that a courtier should be good at imitating the monarch's preferences. I just think your previous handwriting It’s a pity that it’s a pity that it’s changed hastily.”

Although his mind was broken, Shanbao was not nervous. First of all, this is not something to be ashamed of.Who is the emperor, the feudal society pays attention to "heaven and earth monarch, relative and teacher", the status of the king is one level higher than that of his own father, so it is normal for a son to learn his own father's handwriting, then learn the king style, There is nothing wrong with that.

Shanbao said in no hurry, "The student's own handwriting is more than correct but not spiritual. I have always wanted to find a famous post to copy, but the student's family background is limited. When I passed by the screen wall with the emperor's handwritten inscriptions, I suddenly felt that I was looking far away. The characters of the Holy One are three-body styles of regular script, running script and cursive script, and the students are frivolous, and what they see is just a form, which makes the master laugh."

Wu Shenglan went to touch the teapot at hand, but the other hand picked it up first, Shanbao had already stood up, poured a cup of tea respectfully, and sat down again.

Wu Shenglan drank half a cup slowly and held it in his hand. The warm tea passed through the thin porcelain to the palm of his hand. He suddenly didn't know what to say to Shanbao. The words he had prepared before seemed inappropriate.

Since there was no suitable words, Wu Shenglan simply didn't say much, and waved his hand casually, indicating that Shanbao could go out.

Naturally, Shanbao could withdraw calmly, but he also understood that this was a rare opportunity. Wu Jiaoxi had no malicious intentions and must have something to tell him, so Shanbao did not move.

He tried his best to recall Fubao's innocent and simple eyes like a puppy, leaned forward slightly, pursed his pale pink lips, and looked at Wu Shenglan eagerly.

Wu Shenglan took another sip of tea, Shanbao blinked pretending to be innocent.

Wu Shenglan wanted to laugh, but choked back a sip of tea while she was still down her throat.

"Alas, alas, sir, sir, are you alright?" Shanbao wiped the tea stains on Wu Shenglan's body with a handkerchief, tapped his back lightly, along his chest...

The bad breath in Wu Shenglan's heart stuck in her chest, she couldn't swallow it for a while, brushed Shanbao away, and said angrily, "What are you doing so weirdly! You have a hippie smile, you have no shape! Look at your whole body, How can you look like a student of a government school! Standing or not, sitting or sitting, hunched over, why pretend to be good!"

Shanbao immediately wanted to go out, Wu Shenglan wanted to reprimand Shanbao, but his throat was sore from choking, and even his nostrils were uncomfortable and sour.It seemed that tea was sprayed out of her nostrils just now, Wu Shenglan had never been so humiliated in her life, she was angry and angry for a while, mixed with shame and remorse!

Talking too much, this is the fate of talking too much!

"Take your homework and get out!" Wu Shenglan roared, throwing a stack of semi-wet ink on Shanbao's face.

Shanbao was just waiting for this sentence. Look at the momentum, even if Wu Shenglan had good words, he didn't want to listen to them anymore, so he walked away without stopping for a moment. When he reached the door, Wu Shenglan's angry voice suddenly sounded, "Again Copy it twenty times and hand it in! Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, you have to think about it for yourself. If you don’t do something, then let it go, if you do it, you have to do it beautifully, and don’t send things like this to stain people’s eyes!”

Shanbao answered "yes" in a panic, hugged his schoolwork, and ran away in three steps at a time, forgetting to close the door for Wu Shenglan.

Wu Shenglan yelled out the kind reminder she had prepared in an unpeaceful way, her mood was much calmer, and she also went out on the back foot.The afternoon is all about martial arts classes, he has nothing to do, he is very particular about appearance, this is the first time his clothes have been stained outside, so he has to go home first.

Shanbao went back to the cafeteria to eat with his homework, and the Xian'an Palace official school provided lunch, but unfortunately there were not many people eating.Except for Shanbao and Fubao, Fubao had already put away the food, and when he saw Shanbao coming over, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, does Professor Wu have anything to do with you?"

"It's nothing." Shanbao stooped to sit opposite Fubao, and took the bamboo chopsticks that Fubao handed over.

Most of the students in the school are either rich or expensive, and these two brothers are the only ones who use bamboo chopsticks.

"Shanbao, you won't be punished again, will you?"

The Shanbao brothers are all good-natured, but they are extremely unpopular in Xian'an Palace. People are snobbish on the one hand, and on the other hand, the Shanbao brothers only focus on studying, and really can't play well.

It is none other than the one who speaks actively and takes pleasure in others' misfortune. Fucha Guotai, the son of Shanxi governor Fucha Wenshou, both have the surname Fucha. Fucha Guotai and Fukang'an are definitely not at the same level. .

Although Wen Shou was favored by Qianlong, he still couldn't be compared with Fu Heng, the chief minister of the Military Aircraft Department and the first-class public.

Guotai is a classmate of Shanbao who can speak a few words in school, because Wenshou is only a third-rank envoy, theoretically, Guotai is not qualified enough to enter Xian'an Palace, but the key point is that his sister is Qianlong's favorite concubine, He can be regarded as Qianlong's brother-in-law if he can make do. He is completely nepotistic and a back door.

Cathay also looked down on Shanbao, but he found that just like he looked down on Shanbao, most people in this school also looked down on him. Cathay was born with two thin lips, and he usually likes to talk. He wanted to curry favor with others, but he He ignored him, so Fucha Guotai had no choice but to establish diplomatic relations with the Shanbao brothers.

Shanbao ignored Cathay, but Cathay directly put his food on the same table with Brother Shanbao, took out a pair of chopsticks inlaid with silver teeth, glanced at the bamboo chopsticks in Shanbao's hand, and asked gossip, "My surname is Wu. He usually looks like a dead person who looks down on people, and his speech is so yin and yang that people can't understand it. He said that you have been fooled, don't take it to heart."

"Oh, if you're really uncomfortable, just talk to me and let the depression out of your heart, so you don't get sick." He listened attentively.

Shanbao pointed to a pair of calligraphy of Emperor Qianlong hanging on the main wall of the cafeteria: eat without talking.He bowed his head and ate in silence, serving food to Fu Bao from time to time.

Cathay smiled cheekily, all his meals were brought by himself, and they were extremely rich.He is not stingy, so he pushed them together and said, "Shanbao, Fubao, don't be polite to me, the food cooked in this school is not for people to eat, ducks are old and chickens are thin, try my cook The craftsmanship. You eat it for the first time and think about it for the second time; after eating it for the second time, you want to..."

"Shanbao, bring your own food."

"Fubao, you eat this."

"Don't be polite to me, brother, I will be unhappy..."

In fact, Shanbao knew that Cathay didn't like him very much, but except in front of Shanbao brothers, Cathay didn't even have anyone to talk about, it was really pitiful.

"Shanbao..."

"Have you eaten yet?" Shanbao repeated day after day.

Cathay smiled and put down his chopsticks, "It's ready."

Shanbao felt that Cathay was considered a strange person. He didn't seem to need to eat at all, as long as someone listened to him, it was enough.

"Shanbao, your bow and arrow performance was very good last time. Didn't Master Saran praise you?" Cathay hooked Shanbao's shoulder, "This time, my ama specially ordered a good bow for me from Shanxi. Here you go, it's pretty good, I think I'll shoot better than you this time."

Shanbao didn't show any expression, his riding and shooting skills were always worse than Fubao's.He has been thinking about Wu Shenglan's words "painting a tiger is not a dog", although it is ugly and hurtful, it is the truth.

Wu Shenglan is a teacher, Shanbao is a good student, the two are not usually close, but Shanbao feels that Wu Shenglan has a good impression of him.Even people like Wu Shenglan have the idea that "painting a tiger is not an anti-dog", let alone other people.

In fact, this is a kinder way of saying it, and it is more ugly. Shanbao feels that he doesn't have to think about it to disgust himself.

However, the imitation of Qianlong's fonts can be stopped for a while.