Teacher of the Emperor

But his father, An Yanzhi, you are really pathetic..."

That's right, it's nothing more than using the scandals buried layer by layer by the Wang family to flop, so what?

If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. As for the process, who cares?

I just stood and looked at her, no matter whether she laughed or cried, or even flung herself on the ground with her ugly face, I just stood and watched quietly.

I said it very simply: "Yi Jianchen's life is worthless to me. To Wang Heng, even your life is worthless. Would you care about a swordsman who deserved to die long ago?"

"Your Majesty, you can't protect yourself now. Wang Heng made it clear that he wanted you to be buried with the late emperor, and even dismissed the maids around you. If I protect you, you may still have the possibility of surviving in this deep palace—"

Wang Qiang still had a smile on her face: "So I must either betray my brother and make Chen Yi unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life, or kill Yi Jianchen?"

I reminded: "It was an elder brother who was looking forward to your death—he sent Yi Jianchen to the prison, sent you to the deep palace, and buried your elder brother all his life—"

Wang Qiang took the dusty sword hanging on the wall from the wall, and pointed at me: "After talking for a long time, you never mentioned my good nephew, An Yanzhi, don't you dare? You didn't even mention it. You don’t even dare to mention him, but you still have to trade him for what you want for the rest of your life…”

After speaking, he admired the sword carefully: "I haven't used the sword technique he taught me back then for more than ten years. I wonder if I'm unfamiliar with it?"

She wants to kill me?

If I die in this Kunning Palace, she won't be able to save my lover, let alone help my elder brother—wouldn't it be pushing the two of them into the fire pit?

What's more, how could she kill me?

What is the difference between what she did and the medicine she gave Yulian back then?What's the use of being angry for a while, venting hatred for a while?

However, what I never expected was that the sword, with a twist of the blade, thrust into her own chest quickly!

The move was fierce and merciless, and bright red blood gushed out from the golden clothes of the flying nine phoenix. Because of the close distance, it sprayed all over my face.

The extremely gorgeous blood, under the haggard face, swirls like a lifetime of falling flowers, which is so beautiful that it makes one's heart ache.

Those were Yi Jianchen's three thousand flowers, which had long been extinct in Jianghu, but now they were used by this woman. In an instant, the blood curtain fell, leaving nothing.

She staggered and fell to the ground, laughing loudly: "An Yanzhi, you killed the queen mother in the harem, neither your master Zhong Lin nor the stupid emperor can save you..."

My mind went blank for a while, I just watched her lick the sword from her chest, and the spurted blood stained my clothes, like bright red flowers.

Wang Qiang's voice weakened a little bit, but with a bit of pleasure: "I can't think of it... My brother wants me to die, so I will die for him... I am the daughter of the Wang family and Jian Chen's apprentice. You can't betray... Who told you that you must make a choice? At worst, he will die with me... See you again under the nine springs—"

Her voice weakened, but it became sharp at the last moment, and her slack eyes shone with light: "I will not lose to you... absolutely not..."

She leaned her head on the cold ground, her white hair was mixed with the blood, she was obviously out of breath, but her face still had that ferocious look on it.

I staggered and took a step back, and heard a maidservant scream behind me, the whole Kunning Palace was in a panic, the guards in the palace quickly assembled after the incident, wrapped up the Kunning Palace layer by layer, facing each other with swords.

I can't escape.

At that moment, looking at Wang Qiang who died in front of me, I felt a shiver. Are all women crazy?

Obviously you can have a choice, why push yourself and others to a dead end?

She wants to die with me!

The time I was sent to the prison was so short, so short that I didn't even believe all of this. It was obvious that everything before was a sure thing, and I was defeated in an instant!

When the imperial guards arrested me, I didn't say a word, I just turned my hand back like this, and sent me directly to the prison. Lin Jingxi personally sent me to the prison. I didn't ask anything on the way, locked the door, turned around and left .

I stayed in the prison for three days, for three full days, no one came to see me, and I sat on the hay, wondering how this could happen.As I said, I have used it for ten years, and I thought I had figured out Luoyang, but I didn't want to. There are two people, I have never understood.

two women.

Should I say Wang Qiang is stupid?

On the fourth day, Yun Xijing sneaked in to see me, with a haggard look on her face, I smiled wryly: "I didn't kill her."

He hurriedly said: "I know, how could you kill her? You just have to wait here, we will definitely find a way to take you out—"

I said it calmly: "Xijing, anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later. Let Wang Heng kill me, so that he may be able to relax his vigilance. At that time, we hope that it will be bigger..."

Xijing smiled through the wooden fence: "What nonsense, just wait inside."

I looked at him and said: "You can't save me at all. The evidence is convincing. The Queen Mother died in front of me. There is no witness in the whole palace. Even if there is, there is only Wang Heng's witness. Let alone save me. It’s impossible to even let me save a whole body.”

Yun Xijing smiled as usual: "Don't talk nonsense... This prison is too deep, I can't come to see you often... You... You have to take care. I will ask Bai Ru'an to tell you about the outside things, just take care of yourself, okay? ?”

This Dali Temple is Bai Ruan's place, why can't he come to see me?

Yun Xijing tried to comfort me a few words, as if there was something urgent, she just turned around and left.Thinking back to when I came here a few days ago, I was outside and Liu Changhong was inside.In less than a day, he actually lost his position.

I watched Xijing leave, and inadvertently saw a bright yellow robe flashing by at the corner.

At this moment, outside the prison.

It was just dawn, and the early winter sky was dark and unclear. Bai Ru'an stood in the cold wind, looking at the two figures who came out of the prison.

He took a step back slightly to avoid the embarrassment of meeting each other.

Yes, he didn't like Yun Xijing, but he didn't like the current emperor's behavior even more, but as a courtier, he had no choice but to be loyal.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he retreated to the dark place, he heard a chuckle: "Why, Master Bai doesn't want to see me?"

Bai Ru'an secretly had a headache, walked out from the dark place, lifted her robe and knelt down: "I dare not."

The gloomy look on Qin Yulian's face intensified: "In that case, you shouldn't hide from me."

Bai Ru'an lowered her head even lower: "My minister is dead."

The idiot in front of everyone is now more and more capable.As soon as he ascended the throne as the emperor, the vicious air of prey in his body increased day by day, and he looked completely different from the former and the latter.

Bai Ru'an lowered his head, watching the figure walk by, Jiulong Tengyun's golden robe brushed against the bloody bricks on the corpse, without moving.

Yanzhi, Yanzhi, you don't know what happened in these three days.

Outside Dali Temple.

It was getting brighter, but I still couldn't see what was in front of me.In the early morning, the fog is heavy and the population is even sparser. The bone-piercing wind blows from the sky, piercing through the thick cotton clothes, making people feel chills.

The light in the young man's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Do you dare to negotiate terms with me?"

Yun Xijing's face remained unchanged: "The emperor's foundation is not stable. Now that the grassroots are driven away, it will not benefit the country or himself. When the emperor secures the throne in the future, except for traitors and traitors, the grassroots will be driven out again." Luoyang is not too late."

Qin Yulian's expression was gloomy: "I want you to get out now."

Yun Xijing looked at the child who had just turned full, and there was a trace of pity in his expression: "Caomin thank Your Majesty for not killing him."

Qin Yulian sneered: "Yun Xijing, do you really think I dare not kill you!"

Yun Xijing said slowly: "The fate of the grassroots is low, and it is not worthy of the emperor to do anything. But if there were no grassroots back then, the emperor would not be the emperor today; now that the grassroots are killed, the emperor is still the emperor. Whether the grassroots leave or die, it doesn't matter." will change."

With the current situation in Luoyang, he couldn't help being willful anymore.

■

noon

Bai An'an was so panicked that he got into the carriage without even finishing his makeup.She leaned against the bumpy car, holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand.

The carriage walked quickly, bypassing the noisy area, crashing all the way, and came to the gate of Baifu.Bai Anan ran a few steps up the steps with her skirt in hand, tripped over the bluestone steps, staggered and fell to the ground, the maid hurriedly rushed over to help her: "Ma'am—"

She stood up again and continued to walk quickly inside. The maid shouted from behind: "Ma'am, ma'am, slow down—"

Bai Ru'an didn't expect his younger sister to come so quickly. He was hiding the matter and felt guilty. When he saw Bai An'an's anxious face, he lost his footing and thought she knew something, so he quickly forced a smile: "An'an is here?"

Bai Anan said anxiously: "Brother, did something serious happen in Luoyang?"

Bai Ru'an was taken aback for a moment, An An is a woman, how would she know about the secrets in the palace?He was about to say something, but Bai Anan choked up and said, "Brother, take me to Brother Yanzhi to help... something must have happened..."

Bai Ru'an was most afraid of seeing her sister cry, so she panicked all of a sudden, not to mention how the current events could make her see An Yanzhi, so she could only say with a guilty conscience: "See... See Yanzhi? You... don't mind if you don't see... then... ..."

Holding the paper in his hand, Bai Anan burst into tears: "Brother, something happened to Dad!"

Bai Ru'an took the piece of paper, and saw the bright red blood stains on it, but there were only three words scrawled on it: Zhong Lin.

This is my father's handwriting.

The blood stain had dried, but it was still bright red, so it must have been sent not long ago.

However, my father is far away in Henan, thousands of miles away, thousands of miles of wind and dust, why are the blood stains on it still fresh?

Could it be that he is in Luoyang?

Just as he was wondering, he saw an eagle flying in front of the door with documents tied to its feet.Bai Ru'an recognized the eagle, and quickly walked over to take down the document, but when he opened it, there were still two words scrawled on it: Zhong Lin.

Whitewashed

At the beginning of the third year of Qinghe, the daughter of the Wang family left another teacher in anger.

That gentleman jumped his feet angrily, and while throwing things, he shouted loudly: "Scholar can be killed, don't be humiliated! Shi can be killed—"

The stick in Wang Qiang's hand rested on his forehead: "Can you still be humiliated?"

The gentleman hurriedly said: "It's humiliating, it's humiliating."

Then he packed up and left the next day.

It is said that after he went out, in order to defend the dignity of scholars, he tried to throw himself into the river, but was rescued, but he did not die, so he threw himself again, but no one rescued him, so he climbed up silently.

Wang Cheng walked past his daughter's boudoir, saw the daughter who was picking her feet in the room, then looked up at the plaque of the scholarly family, sighed, stroked his beard, and felt heartbroken.

If there is a son who is good, there must be a daughter who is not good. God is too fair, and the fairness makes him feel uncomfortable.

Because... the successful ones are too successful, and the unsuccessful ones, hey, don't say anything, it hurts.

Wang Cheng returned to the room, looked at his wife's memorial tablet, lit a stick of incense, thought about it, and invited another master for his daughter.

"My lord, my lady is chasing after my husband with a knife!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

……

"My lord, my study is on fire!"

"Extinguish the fire! Why are you talking nonsense with the old man!"

……

"Grandpa..."

Wang Cheng was so angry that the white beard trembled: "What's the matter?"

The servant was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in a daze, "A matchmaker has come to propose a marriage."

Wang Cheng welcomed him out in surprise, and it was a good exchange of courtesy.It was Li Yue, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, who proposed the marriage.The Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites, is very polite and courteous. His son Li Mu is even more frail.

If Qiang'er was in a hurry, that kick would have landed on the ground.

When I asked my son about this, Wang Heng said, "Li Mu is going to marry someone from the Wang family."

In a word, dispel all his worries.

So this marriage was settled like this.

When this matter reached Wang Qiang's ears, she frowned slightly: "What?"

Yunlu smiled brightly: "Master has engaged Miss!"

Wang Qiang was very calm: "I know, I'll ask that kid's name."

The next day, the Luoyang peonies were in full bloom, and Li Mu was drinking and listening to music with a group of friends in a restaurant, when suddenly he saw a beautiful woman striding in, with her slender hands on her waist, looking around.

This gang of drinking boys always felt that something was wrong.

The girl was dressed in a pink-blue shirt, and walked over gracefully with a wave of her hands. When she came to this table, she looked around sharply.

Everyone at this table was looked at with anxiety by her.

She lifted her robe and stepped on the stool, stretched out her hand to lift a man's chin, and said loudly, "Isn't it Li Mu?"

The man trembled, swallowed, and pointed to a young man next to him.

The girl immediately dropped his chin: "Say not earlier."

After finishing speaking, he wiped his hand on the clothes on his body in disgust, then reached out to lift the young man's chin, and said in a rough voice, "Li Mu, right?"

……

That Li Mu didn't recognize her, and relied on his father's official position, so he wasn't afraid of her, much calmer than the man just now: "It's my servant."

The girl slapped the table with her palm: "You're not so brave!"

Li Mu was also taken aback by the sound, but he still pretended to be calm: "Why did you say that, Miss?"

Wang Qiang was about to say that this lady is someone you can marry, but before she could say anything, she was dragged home by the servants sent by her brother.

What Wang Heng explained was: "You must cover her mouth."

Wang Qiang struggled all the way, Ulu Ulu really didn't know what to say, Wang Heng sat in the sedan chair and pondered for a long time, and said gently: "Why don't you get knocked out."

The next day, news that Mr. Li was threatened by a mysterious woman spread throughout the city.

Wang Cheng was so angry that he had to walk back and forth in the room, which made Wang Qiang dizzy.Wang Heng was much smarter than her, and he drank his tea leisurely with his head down.

Wang Cheng stretched out a hand and pointed at his daughter tremblingly: "You—look at yourself, you don't look like a girl in a boudoir! You've grown up, I finally made a marriage for you, it's good for you , ran in front of Li Mu and made trouble! Where are you going to put my Wang family's face!"

After Wang Heng drank a cup of tea, he reached for the pot, and found that the pot was already empty. After shaking it, there were only tea leaves left, so he said, "Father, don't worry."

A look of "Anyway, I'm free and have nothing to do, let me persuade you by the way".

Wang Cheng said anxiously: "How can I not be in a hurry! She messed with her husband's family before she got through the door. How can she get married if this matter gets out?"

Wang Hengdao: "My son left early, Li Mu didn't know that she was the daughter of the Wang family."

Wang Cheng sighed: "But Qiang'er will marry off sooner or later! Is there any reason why she can't recognize her when she took off her hijab?"

Wang Heng didn't care about it: "When the time comes, it's all done. With the power of the Li family, firstly, I dare not divorce my wife, and secondly, I dare not neglect. As long as the Wang family does not fall, my sister will not be left out in the cold."

Wang Cheng made up his mind again, pointed at Wang Qiang's nose and said, "Look at you, look at your brother!"

Wang Qiang was very wronged: "My daughter has a headache."

Wang Cheng said: "You have a headache? My heart still hurts! Go back!"

Wang Qiang clutched the bag on her head and was kicked out of the lobby by her father. Before leaving, she turned her head and glared at Wang Heng angrily, complaining with her eyes: He sent someone to beat me!

As soon as Wang Cheng turned his head, he saw his daughter's shrew eyes again, and he became even more angry: "What are you staring at! Go back, face the wall and think about it!"

In the fourth year of Qinghe, the rivers and lakes were in chaos, and a person came to Luoyang.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, no matter how arrogant the people on the rivers and lakes are, they dare not be presumptuous.

There is one more guest in the Wang family.

Yi Jianchen was originally a pretty good name, but when that girl called him again, Yi Jianchen always felt that something was wrong.

Wang Qiang hid behind the tree, looked left and right, and found that her father was not there, her brother was not there, neither her father's eyeliner nor her brother's eyeliner were there.After she was relieved, she waved excitedly: "Xiaojian!"

Yi Jianchen: I always feel that something is wrong +1

When Wang Qiang was learning swords, she was very happy every day.After Wang Qiang was happy, the whole Wang family was very unhappy.

All the consolation Wang Cheng could get was that this daughter would finally stop going outside to harm others, and the reputation of the Wang family was finally guaranteed. The servants under him are re-educated.

Yi Jianchen is indifferent by nature, and from time to time drinks under a flower tree with a sword. He doesn't look like the kind of person who would offend the entire martial arts world. The act of wielding a sword is called pretending, incidentally.

But no matter how you say it, no matter how unwilling you are to admit it, that person is just so good-looking sitting there.Watching it makes people feel very peaceful, and they would rather watch it like that for the rest of their lives.

Whenever Yi Jianchen noticed the girl's eyes, he always smiled slightly, raised his sleeves, and asked simply: "Do you want a drink?"

In Wang Cheng's view, Yi Jianchen was a savior.

From the day Yi Jianchen came here, this girl has less time to be crazy, and more time to hide in the house without thinking. Chopsticks hit the bowl.She seldom talked to people at the beginning, and sometimes she sat under the shade of the tree, she really looked like a lady.

As a father, Wang Cheng didn't know that sometimes when a person calms down, it's because his heart is full.

Yi Jianchen was even better at dealing with Wang Qiang.He never respected her as a young lady, but he would never bully her with his kung fu, but he would never make her feel better.For example, the first time Wang Qiang provoked her, he tapped her acupoints and made her stay under the sun for an entire hour, and he cured the young lady's problems from then on.

The little girl always thinks that others don't know about her thoughts.

Ever since the little girl had that thought, the people in the palace have had a hard time ever since.

"My lord, my lady hurt her waist practicing sword practice!"

"Look for a doctor to prescribe medicine, what nonsense are you talking to me!"

"My lord, my lady won't let the doctor treat me!"

"Then force the doctor to treat it!"

"Grandpa..."

"what happened again!"

"...The eldest lady said that she wanted Yi Jianchen to show her..."

"Damn girl, no one touches a girl's waist casually!"

"Grandpa..."

"roll!"

"The slave just wants to say that it has... been cured."

Just tossing around like this, looking at her more for him, paying more attention to her for him, using those petty tempers, waiting anxiously.

I can always remember his figure when he walked over with a smile, with hidden concern in his eyes, but deliberately showing a mocking look: "Are you hurt again?"

However, not all days can be so peaceful.

Suddenly, one day, this person disappeared, and he searched for it with all his might, but he couldn't find him.The flowers on the flower tree have fallen and bear fruit, the people under the flower tree are gone, there is an open space, and my heart feels empty for a while.

Wang Qiang still remembers her elder brother's expression at that time, and said casually, "He's just a swordsman, if he can't do well, his death will be for nothing."

Wang Qiang couldn't speak at that time, she wanted to criticize, she wanted to blame, but she was not good at words, she didn't know what to say, she just said angrily: "Now that you are in power, who doesn't know that the relationship between you and the emperor is just a false name Or not, why can’t even one person be protected?”

Wang Heng looked at her indifferently: "Qiang'er, why should I protect him?"

Wang Qiang was so angry that she almost cried out, "You—"

Wang Hengdao: "You have no idea how difficult it is to sit in such a high position. You are trembling and walking on thin ice. Do you really think that it is as simple as a word!"

Wang Heng threw up his sleeves and walked away: "Wait until you're 'powerful', and then come and tell me these things!"

The flowers under the tree and the man's flower-like swordsmanship all disappeared in an instant, and suddenly, only the fine clothes and blood in the deep palace remained, and only the pale smile of the haggard woman——

When it really comes to the end, I can't tell who I love and who I hate.

It's nothing more than just not wanting to lose.

This life is lived in the hands of others.

In the end, make your own decision.

Whitewashed

Fanwai ~ Yu Lian

In a certain year in Qinghe, when Yulian was still a child. (That's right, the lazy author just doesn't want to count the time!)

At that time, the East Palace had just been renovated (this modern term is enough), and it was completely new inside and out. Even the toilet pit was cleaned up, and it is said that a few people were cleaned out.

Strictly speaking, they are dense bones buried deep under layers of nutrient soil.

So Lin Shaofu often taught the little prince who was running around: "Yu Lian, have you seen those dead people? They all ran around in the middle of the night and fell into the latrine and drowned..."

From then on, Xiao Yulian had a deep resentment towards places like the Maokeng. (He is the prince, he never has to run to the latrine, okay!)

(As for Lin Shaofu - this is a trick and won't run for a few episodes, so don't ask him what he looks like, whether he is handsome or cute, whether he has a good brain or not, etc.)

But judging from the later plot, his brain is really not working well...

His name is Lin Qingming. (Look, I even gave him a name...)

It is not an easy task for Shao Fu to teach the young prince to read. What's more, when Lin Qingming got rid of the East Palace, the queen and queen had just entered the harem. One, after the arrival of Queen Wang, the child's mother was hanged at lightning speed, and then Yu Lian became the prince and moved into the newly renovated East Palace.

You know how most mothers educate their children?

You look at other people's children, whether this one or that one, in short, everything is fine. Take a look at you...

Therefore, Lin Qingming's intelligence level can only be compared with that of ordinary mothers, which caused him to quickly become cannon fodder in the complicated world of Gongdou.

His catchphrase is: "Yulian, do you know the second son of the An family? He can recite the Thousand-Character Classic at the age of three, recite the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of five, know everything about Guigu Han Feizi at the age of ten, and defeat the general of Kansai with a sword at the age of 15. "

Chant like this several times a day.

Qin Yu didn't even recite the Analects of Confucius.

"Yu Lian, the second son of the An family can recite the Thousand-Character Classic at the age of three, and can recite the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of five. You are now seven years old. Look at you, you can't even recite the Analects of Confucius!"

"Then when did Shao Fu know how to recite the Analects of Confucius?" The seven-year-old child was dissatisfied with the words, and stubbornly started a long journey of refutation with his eyes wide open.

"This... This Young Fu remembers so much..." A little embarrassed.

"Shao Fu even knows the Three Character Classic that Mr. An's family memorized, why doesn't he know when he memorized it?" Slightly proud.

"Enough! If you don't memorize, you don't memorize. No excuses! Go back to school!"

In the end, the little prince who gained the upper hand went back to endorse.

The next day.

The Analects still failed to memorize.

Lin Shaofu was very angry and wanted to punish him physically, but he didn't dare, so he continued to teach: "Look at the second son of the An family—"

"Young master." Xiao Yulian raised his head and asked seriously, "What's the name of the second young master of the An family?"

Lin Qingming was stunned for a moment, but still answered the question: "An Yanzhi, the extension of continuation, is the one of the most important. Do you now know that memorizing the Analects of Confucius is important?"

The seven-year-old child sat in front of the desk, looked at the stacks of books, raised his little head in the white pile of books, and stared at it.

At an age when he didn't fully know what a saint is, he knew a person, and all his obsessions in those young years were mostly bet on this person.Just as the child murmured: "An Yanzhi..."

Lin Qingming was very excited. Could it be that this child has become enlightened, and should he use this as an example?He felt that he could not give up this good opportunity no matter what, so he followed the temptation carefully: "So, what did His Royal Highness understand?"

Qin Yulian nodded his head vigorously, and said solemnly: "Such evildoers dare to be smarter than this prince. One day, the prince of Japan will become the emperor, and he must be the first to kill him!"

……

Lin Qingming burst into tears for a while, why did he always feel that something was wrong...

The next day, Lin Qingming forgot about yesterday's scar and went to the East Palace to give lectures.

Lin Qingming is an old scholar. Like many old scholars in Luoyang City, this old scholar has a stereotyped idol. His name is Confucius.

In order to show his respect for his idol, before class every day, he would burn three sticks of incense in front of the statue of Confucius, and then bow down.

This person worshiped Confucius, but he understood half of what Confucius said, "Don't do to others what you don't want to be done to others." Even the little prince Yu even wanted to bow, and one bow was three kneeling and nine kowtows, which was on the same level as kneeling his father.

Therefore, since he was stingy, the little prince Yulian had a deep and serious resentment towards the old master Confucius.

It's time for class again.

The little prince Yulian was sitting by the window, looking at the book sleepily, if he raised his head and glanced out of the window, he was immediately accused of coming back and continued to read with his head down.

"Young Fu." The little prince called tenderly.

When Lin Qingming gave lectures, he was often very involved. Often others would feel drowsy, but he spoke impassionedly. In the end, he was moved to tears. When others looked at him, they thought he was yawning.

So after the little prince yelled, it took him a while to come back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

The little prince rested his chin: "How many apprentices does Old Master Confucius have?"

Seeing the little prince asking such a low-level question again, Lin Qingming looked annoyed: "Three thousand disciples, seventy-two sages!"

The little prince snorted, and asked casually: "Then who are they~"

Seeing another good opportunity to show off his knowledge, Lin Qingming immediately said fluently: "Yan Hui, Zilu—"

The little prince poked the table with a brush and played: "I mean the three thousand, not the seventy-two."

Now Lin Qingming was finally dumbfounded.

The little prince continued to poke the corner of the table with a brush, and his voice was full of pride: "The second son of the An family knows that, the second son of the An family knows more than Shao Fu, and the second son of the An family is younger than Shao Fu..."

since that day.

"Shao Fu, Shao Fu, did Li Bai die on that day?"

"...This, Young Master also—"

"The second son of the An family knows that, the second son of the An family knows more than Shao Fu, and the second son of the An family is younger than Shao Fu..."

"Shao Fu, Shao Fu, how old was the girl at home when Du Fu died~"

"How could Shao Fu know such a thing!"

"The second son of the An family knows that, the second son of the An family knows more than Shao Fu, and the second son of the An family is younger than Shao Fu..."

"Shao Fu, Shao Fu—"

"Enough! Shao Fu won't force you to follow his example, you just do your homework!!"

"~"

Extra Story ~ Mama Wu

She is just a farmer's daughter who walked into Luoyang, Kyoto by chance, where peonies were blooming and the water was dense.There is a kind of gentleness in the city by the Yellow River, the imperial city is majestic, the king is in the city, and even the town has aura.

She is a farmer's daughter.I have never seen the big world, but I feel beautiful when I see everything, and I am reluctant to take my eyes away when I see it.

Until I meet that person.

She didn't have a name herself, but only knew that her father's surname was Wu, so people changed her name to Wu Niang.She was not beautiful, and when she walked into the imperial city, she immediately paled in comparison to those jewels.

But she just saw him.Wearing a long gown, smiling peacefully.People call him Mr. An, presumably a dignitary.Every once in a while, he would come to Wu Niang's bean curd stall to eat a bowl of bean curd, and before leaving, he would smile at her, that smile was so dazzling that it captured everything in Luoyang City.

An Yishan...An Yishan.

Wu Niang didn't know at that time that he smiled to himself just out of courtesy.An Yishan has a gentle temperament sometimes, and sometimes a bit of a ruffian, which can be said to be extremely strange.

Wu Niang just missed him in her heart and guarded him, even though she knew he would not give her a second look, but once she walked in, she would never, ever forget it.

An Yishan, a disciple of Zhong Xiang, is well-known in Luoyang.

One day, he still walked towards her in an ordinary long gown, and still spoke to her in that gentle voice, the only difference was that he ordered an extra bowl of bean curd.

Wu Niang was happy in her heart, eating more is good, eating more means that she is in good health.

However, after he sat down, he began to look around for something, sometimes frowning, sometimes anxious, as if he was waiting for something, finally, he shouted slightly angrily: "Yanzhi!"

A six-year-old child poked his head out from under the table in another stall, looked at him with bright eyes: "What are you doing?"

An Yishan smiled helplessly: "Come and eat Douhua."

The child named Yanzhi's voice dragged on for a long time: "Why don't you eat——"

An Yishan slapped the table violently: "Come here!"

Wu Niang was taken aback, for a person who is usually gentle and elegant, suddenly loses her temper, which makes people feel very flattering.

The kid snorted, "I don't!"

An Yishan looked in that direction and started to count down: "Three—"

The child immediately got out from under the table, rushed over, and sat down obediently.He didn't forget to murmur: "Pedantic!"

An Yishan touched the bowl with his hand, and replaced the bowl of still warm bean curd: "If you don't eat any more, it will be cold."

In this way, because of that bowl of delicious bean curd, Wu Ma entered Anfu to be a cook.

That's right, everything in front is an illusion.

After Wu Ma entered the Anfu, she saw a family that was flying like dogs and dogs.

"Master, Second Young Master has provoked someone again, this time Hero Bai sent him back personally!"

Holding a book in his hand, the man remained calm and said with a gentle smile, "And why?"

"Second Young Master stole Miss Bai's clothes while she was taking a bath..."

The face of a scholar is the easiest to blush, and at this moment it is so red that blood drips, he slammed the book on the table, and said angrily: "Call me that bastard!"

Wu Niang stood outside the house, wanting to see what kind of good way he would use to educate the children, but the man in between didn't move his eyebrows, walked forward gently, and said softly: "Yanzhi, did you spy on Miss Bai taking a bath?"

An Yanzhi raised his head, his whole face was filled with an expression of heaven and earth: "He's a woman!!! Dad, you lied to me!"

Wu Niang chuckled, this scholar's method is just different, much more useful than the country folks.

Then, the man smiled gently and said, "Otherwise, what do you think?" After that, he raised his sleeve, and a bamboo strip was pulled out, aiming at the brat and beating him: "You still pretend to be a father?" Stupid? Otherwise? At your age, you can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl!”

Wu Ma watched with concern, and finally understood that the most effective method in this world is the most direct one.

This incident also directly explains the rolling pin that turned out to be in the early chapters of this book.

wedding

Xijing has always handled affairs in a safe manner, and quickly settled all the big and small matters, only one day left to marry Cao Baixuan.During this period, I knew that Zhong Lin had entered the palace a few times, perhaps to see Yulian, or to discuss something, but I put them all aside.

On the day of the big wedding, at the beginning of November, the weather was originally sunny, but suddenly heavy snow fell, and the goose feathers and catkins fell in Luoyang city. They were also defeated.

The remaining petals in twos and threes fell on the snow. I stared at them for a long time and ignored them.

On this day, An Mansion was hung with red lanterns, and everyone wore festive clothes. I was dressed in red and rode on a horse to pick up my bride.

The one I've only met once.

Before I went out, Yun Xijing helped me and smiled at me. I wanted to smile back at him, but no matter what, I couldn't.The sound of festive music drifted far away in the heavy snow, and the deserted Anfu became lively. I rode on my horse and went to pick up Cao Baixuan's sedan chair.

I helped her out of the sedan chair. She was covered with a red veil, and she was covered with a thin layer of snow as soon as she got off the sedan chair.When I led her into the door, I saw An An standing beside Bai Ruan, smiling at me.Mr. Cao sat in the hall and laughed loudly when he saw the two of us coming.

I hardly remember everything that happened that day, I only remember the voice of Xijing in the heavy snow: "One bow to the high hall——"

That voice drifted far, far, far into those gloomy years, bit by bit, and drilled in. I remember him writing under the lamp, wrapping the quilt for me in the sultry weather of Guangxi: " Finally, marry Cao Baixuan."

I huddled under the quilt and shivered from the cold: "Is it too late?"

At that time, he looked at me with determination in his eyes: