Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Qi Wushang didn't seem to realize it, he just smiled and threw Mu Zishi high, then caught it and put it down lightly, Fang said: "Fourth brother, I have to go back to Shelu Pass in three days."

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Qi Yupei looked surprised: "Could it be that there is a military situation in Yongliang's border?"

Qi Wushang picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, saying: "No."

"Then why didn't the third brother stay for a few more days?"

Qi Wushang raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and said: "You don't understand the use of troops...Although the severe winter is coming, it is not good for cavalry, but dogs are eager to jump over the wall and wolves are eager to eat people, and the barbarians are short of food and clothing. The soldiers and civilians serve as the vanguard's meat shields, so every winter, we have to beware of any changes in the grasslands."

Qi Yupei hadn't been involved in military power yet, so he felt horrified and cruel, so he hurriedly asked, "Then...then how should we fight?"

Qi Wushang gritted his teeth and grinned, with a resentful and vicious look on his face: "Fuck his mother with a saber! Then you won't be able to guard it, and the cavalry will open the city gate to counterattack. Whoever has a sharper horse and a sharper sword will leave fewer corpses... …For those barbarians, it is true that the defense of the city must be solid, but you should also go out and slash and kill once a year. Bad breath!"

Qi Yupei frowned slightly when he heard Qi Wushang's rude words at first, but at a glance he saw a light white mark on the back of his hand. He was still a year older, and he only slept with Qiu in the palace, drank banquets and watched dances, but Qi Wushang had to climb the ice, lie on the snow, pillow and wear armor, so he couldn't help but whisper: "Third Brother, Yongliang is bitterly cold, you have to take care of yourself .”

Qi Wushang responded nonchalantly, but said: "You are better than others in everything, but remember that overthinking will hurt your spirits, and you'd better take things lightly."

Qi Yupei was so distracted by this sentence that he almost cried out. He pinched himself hard in his sleeve with his fingers, so as not to lose his composure, he hurriedly said: "Third Brother, rest earlier!"

Turning around and leaving, Qi Wushang asked anxiously: "This brat is already your companion! Why do you still live with me?"

While Qi Yupei was sad, he couldn't help laughing: "He is different from others. I gave him the Zhaoxu Palace to live in, so you are living with him now!"

The East Palace Study Room is located in the East Side Hall of the Zhengji Hall, where the sunshine is beautiful and the environment is quiet. It is the best place for reading and self-cultivation.

As long as Mu Zishi can remember things, what he can see is only a small square of sky. What he sees on a daily basis is nothing but an empty house, evil servants, cooks and brooms. For a few days, they almost always left early and returned late with Qi Wushang, big or small, respectful or humble, and now for the first time, he followed the prince into the study, followed by six eunuchs and six court ladies in a neat row, silently advancing and retreating. At this time, the aura of the Tian family seemed to be substantive, making Mu Zishi very nervous along the way, holding the new robe with both hands, almost wanting to run away, but he faintly smelled the fragrance of books and ink, and his heart jumped for joy.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of spring water flowing out of the rockery in the garden, and those who walked around the courtyard didn't know where they were going. They were wondering, staggering on the soles of their feet, looking as if they were about to bite the mud, and tightened their arms. Having been firmly held by Qi Yupei, his voice was clear and cool but with a smile: "What a child..."

Mu Zishi took Qi Yupei's hand, trotting along step by step and following closely.

After entering the East Side Hall, when I looked up, I saw a plaque hanging directly above the study room, with four gold-cast seal characters written "Sincerity and Reason", which are quaint and solemn.

A marble hanging screen is hung on one wall, a picture of burning quinoa is hung on the other wall, and a nine-foot desk is set under the window.

Mu Zishi scanned it with his neck up, feeling uneasy. There seemed to be none of the three-character classics, hundreds of surnames, and thousand-character literary names and virtuous collections that he had read. He was always a little guilty when his acquaintances were away. Alive, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was staring intently, and the lecturer on the side was also staring at him.

It is said that the official surname is Wuxing and eight Shigui, a young man who was admitted to the Imperial Academy, can be called brilliant, but he has a solitary personality and a mouth that is open to the wind. His boss hates it, and his colleagues stay away. He is happy, his family has never formed a clique, and he wholeheartedly be his solitary minister. Finally, Qi Jinhui, who has a good eye for pearls, invites him to speak for the prince. He stays in the East Palace for seven years, and he can be regarded as the prince's enlightened teacher. .

Wu Shigui stared at Mu Zishi, it was definitely not his master who was a pedophile, but just because the lecturer Wu was excited, and finally he could beat the students again!

Wu Shigui insisted on the dignity of teachers, honorable ones, the distinction between monarchs and ministers disappeared in front of the way of sages and sages, strict ones, a master who doesn’t beat students is not a good master—to put it bluntly, Master Wu is a bit sadistic.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yupei is not only amazingly talented, but also able to discipline himself and respect his teachers. Although Wu Shigui is strict, he only picks eggshells from eggs, but he is not unreasonable because he wants to pick eggshells from duck eggs. For seven years, Mozhubanzi didn't find a chance to beat the prince. He was relieved, but if he had any regrets, he could only chat with his companion Fan Feng to relieve the itching.

Fan Feng held his crystal bear-like paw countless times and cried, but he was not stupid. He studied hard for several years, and thought that if he took the exam, he would definitely win the top list, so he begged the prince for the grace of "going home to recuperate" with a sad face, and he was gone. He hid back home, the Fan family is a big family, Wu Shigui can't go out of the palace to hunt down and arrest him, the bamboo board is like a sword in its sheath, he has been lonely for more than a year without eating meat.

At this moment, when I saw one of my new companion's fans standing in front of me, it looked like glutinous rice mixed with goat's milk, and I was overjoyed that my hands were itchy, and I rinsed my throat: "Teacher, master of heaven and earth, you see me. Why don’t you do the apprentice ceremony?”

He spoke harshly, but Mu Zishi was shocked. Two years ago, Mu Mian found a teacher for him to study in another courtyard, but after a year, the teacher left. Mu Zishi thought that there would be no more The master is willing to teach me, and at this moment, the solemn and awe-inspiring expression on the master's face makes me become a teacher, why not make people ecstatic?

Busily knelt down on both knees, respectfully kowtowed to the feet three times, although the movements of the waist, head and neck may not be standard, but the sincerity in it is clear and clear: "Student Mu Zishi, pay homage to the teacher!"

Wu Shigui was taken aback for a moment, unable to answer for a while.

He is only a fifth-rank official lecturer, and the prince's companions have always been noble sons of aristocratic families. Often when he pays homage to the teacher, even though he looks respectful, he is not convinced. There must not be any ambiguity to hide one's selfishness, so Wu Shigui had long read the commentary on his new partner's favor and arrogance in his heart. Feeling the wrong force from hitting the cotton, I had to stuff the bamboo board into my sleeve, and coughed again: "Get up."

Qi Yupei smiled secretly, and said to Mu Zishi: "Now I am studying with Master Yan to discuss the general experience of governance, so you can learn from the officials with Wu."

Wu Shigui shook Donghong's head, and led Mu Zishi into a small apartment inside. There were also tables, chairs, pens and ink, and he sat upright for a while and asked, "What have you read? Let me see if you write a few words? "

Qi Wushang was a little restless all day long. After paying a visit to some old acquaintances of King Fengjing, he walked around the market alone, and without a kid by his side, he was a little unaccustomed to being startled. Thinking of the little palace ladies saying The "little son" couldn't help smiling, and happened to pass by Gu Yuexuan, a store specializing in Hu brushes, so he took out an ingot of gold and wrapped it in a large bag.

Hurrying back to the East Palace, I saw that Mu Zishi had come back from the study and was grinding the floor tiles all over the hall. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you spend a long time in the study and learned how to grind from a donkey?"

Children have the best instinct to distinguish between good and bad. Mu Zishi has been with him for the past few days, and knowing that he really loves him, he dares to be unrestrained in front of him. Excited and excited, he pointed to a stack of books on the table: "Sir, let me memorize it. If I don't know how to memorize it within three days, I need to play the handboard."

Qi Wushang loves to read military books, and read widely without seeking deep understanding, but only limited to military books. When he was young, he was forced by Princess Fengjing to study the Four Books and Five Classics. Wushang memorized it to death and suffered unspeakably, and it was hard to endure until the old gentleman became immortal. He was like a widow and refused to accept another new gentleman, so he was able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Now look at the pile of Mu Zishi After flipping through the book, I couldn't help feeling dizzy: "Thousand-Character Essay, Collection of Famous Sages, University... Brat, you are doomed!"

Thinking back to those years, I shuddered: "When I was a child, my husband didn't dare to beat me, so my mother did it herself. The most ruthless time even broke the bamboo board. Do you think it's miserable?"

There was envy in Mu Zishi's eyes: "Your mother beat you?"

Qi Wushang still had lingering fears: "That's right, she can open a crossbow with both arms, how strong do you say that? My ass is almost cracked into a pomegranate fruit!"

Mu Zishi lowered his head and said calmly: "I'm not lucky to be beaten by my mother, but Yao Datou beat me often..."

Qi Wushang was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly put a large bag of pens on the table: "For you."

When Mu Zishi saw it, there were sheep's pens in soft pens, purple pens in hard pens, and wolf pens in hard pens, and sheep and wolf pens with sheep and purple pens. Said: "So many!"

Qi Wushang proudly said: "I asked Gu Yuexuan's assistant to take all kinds of things, do you see that they are all complete?"

Mu Zishi picked up a Langhao brush and said: "But Mr. said that beginners should not use hard brushes. Although Langhao brushwork is simple and does not require too many techniques, it will become lazy after a long time. Once you use soft brushes, it will be difficult. It’s hard work to use Yang’s brushes at the beginning, but you can improve your brushwork gradually, and you will be able to handle both soft and hard brushwork in the future.”

Qi Wushang listened to him talking so eloquently, his small face was as dazzling as light, and he felt a little inexplicably proud in his heart, and said softly: "Then I will buy you some more best brushes tomorrow. "

Mu Zishi tilted his head and thought, and said: "Good books don't choose brush and ink...it doesn't have to be very good, just ordinary ones are fine. Mr. Wu also said that in the past, Ouyang Xun could get as much as he wanted regardless of whether he chose paper or brush. You are used to good pens, but what if you only have bad pens and clumsy ink?"

Qi Wushang shook his head loudly: "This is not true. If you compare books with soldiers, paper is the formation; the writer is the sword; the ink is chiseling armor; the water inkstone is the city; the skill is the general. ;The mind is the lieutenant; the structure is the strategy; the entry and exit is the order; the inflection is the killing. The weapon is weak and the armor is not solid. Before the battle, more than half of them have been lost. Is it true that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen it You don’t understand the principle of the weapon?”

Mu Zishi's words turned heroic and brilliant, and Mu Zishi turned pale with shock: "I always thought you were illiterate, so you really have read!"

Hearing this, Qi Wushang seemed to exaggerate and humiliate, it was not a good feeling, he wanted to make an argument but he didn't know where to start, so he curled up his fingers, and lightly tapped Mu Zishi's head: "The little devil really can't talk!"

Mu Zishi dodged his claws, a little puzzled: "Is that what you said is right, or what Mr. said is right?"

Qi Wushang said disdainfully: "Of course I'm right! That Wu Fuzi is petty, just pen and ink, why can't he get used to it? Could it be that the East Palace still can't afford you? It's because the fourth child doesn't want you anymore. , and can afford the pen and ink of your ten lifetimes."

Mu Zishi touched the black-painted lacquer pen with the pattern of clouds and dragons playing with pearls in his hand, and his expression was a little bit perplexed: "That's not necessarily true. A few days ago, I used firewood branches to practice calligraphy on the ground, but today I became the prince's companion. Read, maybe in a few days, I will be forced to go back to Mu's house again? I dreamed last night that my father locked me in that small courtyard, Yao Datou beat me with a broom, and locked me in a dark room. It's a mess, I can't see anything, I can only hear ghosts crying... Qingyun muddy, but a thread... I understand it in my heart."

Qi Wushang saw that he had a deep knot in his heart, and with a thought, he had made a decision, a cold murderous look flashed in his eyes, but he said with a smile: "Okay, you obediently go to study and practice calligraphy, I have something else to do, I will bring you candied haws tonight return?"

Mu Zishi smiled openly, and bit his index finger coquettishly: "The icing should be thick, and the fruit should be big!"

Qi Wushang sighed, feeling that he was familiar before he grew up, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, he pinched Mu Zishi's chin, and said in a low voice: "Not only will I bring you candied haws, I will also let you No nightmares!"

After lighting the lamp, Mu Zishi stood by the desk, practicing calligraphy with his wrists hanging quietly, while the maid Bi Luo put away his papers full of thousands of characters one by one, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, young master, are you tired?" ? Do you want to rest first? I have to go to the study tomorrow morning."

Mu Zishi rubbed his wrist and said: "I am waiting for His Royal Highness, you go down first."

Qi Yupei has already rectified the name of Mu Zishi as the son of Marquis Qingping, mended the broken hearts of many maids, knowing that Qi Wushang's name has no owner, each of them has become more diligent, so why would he step down first?He just said: "Young master doesn't rest, how can slaves be lazy?"

As he said that, Bi Luo continued to grind ink for Mu Zishi, and the other went to heat a cup of milk for him.

Mu Zishi was quiet, and said softly: "I won't go now, don't be scared when he comes back."