Shaodi Chunxin

Fu Yuanqing was still a bit late.

When approaching Neishutang, I saw groups of children leaving school.The porters who carried the scorpion consciously stood on the side of the road, Fu Yuanqing also got off the scorpion, and stood with hands down. Those children in gray-blue silk underwear carrying uniform schoolbags all saluted Fu Yuanqing when they passed by.

"The palm print is good."

"Good old ancestor."

"Hello, master."

There was a chattering noise, and it became lively all of a sudden.

Fu Yuanqing was not bothered either, and returned the salute with a slight smile.

Most of these children grew up in the palace, and some were sent to the palace when they were eight or nine years old.There are many reasons that cannot be listed, but no matter what the reason is, after Fu Yuanqing entered the palace, he asked all the palace inmates who were five years old to study in the inner school.

There is no age limit.

Both men and women are admitted.

At one time, there were only a hundred students studying in Neishutang, but there were nearly a thousand students in its heyday.

"I'm really envious. If I was this old, I would also like to go to school." A porter sighed, "In the future, I don't have to ask others to write a letter home."

Fu Yuanqing heard it and said to him: "At night, there are also teachers to teach literacy, "San Zi Jing" and "Hundred Surnames" are all taught."

"Really? The younger one is almost forty, can he still learn?" the porter who carried the scorpion asked Fu Yuanqing.

"It's never too late to read and write. If you want to go, just go to the Supervisor of Rites and ask Cao Bingbi to arrange it."

The porter quickly said gratefully: "Thank you, old ancestor! Thank you, old ancestor!"

Fu Yuanqing smiled: "Literacy is to know shame and promote good, and reading is to cherish the world. It is a good thing to be in the palace, so don't thank me."

The children after school finally scattered at the foot of the imperial city. Some went to play in the remote corners of Inner Grassland, Taiye Pool, and Longevity Mountain.

There are envy, joy, and depression.

Things like this add a little bit of fireworks to the stagnant imperial city.

When Fu Yuanqing arrived at the entrance of the inner school hall, all the students were scattered, and only an official in seventh-rank men's clothing was locking the door.

The man was thin and panicked after locking the door. He looked back at Fu Yuanqing, was startled, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Student Su Yuqing, I have seen Fu's palm print."

Fu Yuanqing returned the gift, and looked at him carefully again: "Master Su, editor of Hanlin?"

"It's the students."

Su Yuqing was the second place in the imperial examination two years ago. Fu Yuanqing remembered that he looked quite elegant in his answer papers, and he was also a man of youth and prosperity.

It's just that I don't know why he is still just a seventh-rank editor after so long has passed?

Even if he was short of money and unable to "respect" a moth in the court like Hou Xinghai, it would not be difficult to advance to the rank in the Imperial Academy by relying on his talent.

Fu Yuanqing had doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything else, he just asked: "Master Su, is there anyone else inside?"

"No more." Su Yuqing said, "When school is over, students are not allowed to stay in the inner study hall. I checked them one by one before locking the door."

Fu Yuanqing nodded: "That's right. Thank you, Mr. Su."

"Palmprint is polite." Su Yuqing said again, "If there is no other matter, the student will leave."

When he left, his steps were heavy, and he lacked the vigor of many young people. Maybe he himself didn't notice that something had already left an imprint on his gestures.

Fu Yuanqing looked away.

Everyone has their own circumstances.

Everyone also has everyone's catastrophe.

Some hurdles can only be overcome by yourself, and others cannot help.

Fu Yuanqing found Chen Jing by the river near the greenhouse.

There was a willow tree by the river, and a group of children gathered under it, surrounding Chen Jing. Chen Jing was wearing the mask of General Tian, ​​and was weaving hydrangea balls with wicker at hand. The little hydrangea under the wicker is ready.

The children all watched him do it eagerly.

Those who got it, burst into cheers.

Those who didn't get it looked at him more expectantly, hoping that they would be the next lucky one.

The catkins fell from the air, like fluffy feathers, and landed on Chen Jing's forehead.At this moment, the ancestor noticed that his eyelashes were extremely long, and there were actually two catkins hanging on his eyelashes.

He watched the young dead man making hydrangea quietly from the outside.

The last one was ready, it was big and soft. The dead man held the soft willow branch, stretched out his hand through the crowd, and handed it over. The hydrangea was thrown in front of Fu Yuanqing, tender and lovely, and then bounced back, falling in mid-air.

Fu Yuanqing was startled: "Give it to me?"

Chen Jing nodded: "Well, for the ancestors."

Only then did the children realize the people behind them, and they stood up quickly, and the ancestors shouted together.

Fu Yuanqing took the toy from Chen Jing with a smile, handed it to the nearest boy, and said, "There are more than a dozen of you, he can't do it, so let's take turns to play with these."

The children didn't dare to talk too much, so a group of people surrounded the children who got the hydrangea and scattered like birds and beasts.

Fu Yuanqing sat down beside Chen Jing.

"How was class today?"

"I was originally sent to Lu Xuezhen's class to practice calligraphy, but I didn't bring a repair [Note 1]. When I entered the door, Lord Lu didn't let me in... I listened outside for a while." Chen Jing said, "But wait After a while, the teacher next to him let his subordinates go in to listen to the class."

Lu Xuezhen...

Fu Yuanqing passed the name in his mind.Compiled by the Imperial Academy, it is the sixth grade.

"Which Master let you in to attend classes?"

"Hanlin editor Su Yuqing."

"How did it go?"

"Very good." Chen Jing picked up the leftover willow sticks from his side, held them in his hands, and weaved them back and forth, "He spoke in an easy-to-understand way, better than Mr. Lu's. I listened to everything Mr. Lu said. don't know."

"You don't understand what Mr. Lu said?" Fu Yuanqing was a little curious.

Chen Jing raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't quite understand either, it seems to be called something like an eunuch or something..."

""Record of Traitors"."

"It seems to be." Chen Jing asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Fu Yuanqing was silent for a while and said: "The handouts in Neishutang are compiled by the Hanlin Academy. There are "Hundred Surnames", "Thousand Characters", "Book of Filial Piety" and so on for new students. The older ones read "The Analects" and "The Analects of Confucius". "University". If you study diligently and have lofty aspirations, you should read "University Yanyi" and "Zhenguan Zhengyao". The books that the servants read through are only "Neiling", "Zhongjianlu" and "Diaodang Shijian". Never You should read "Records of Eunuchs", which was compiled by the predecessors of this dynasty, using the past to satirize the present and ridicule the eunuchs."

There are many resistances to letting everyone from the Imperial Academy come to the inner court to teach.Some people even said bluntly: "The things here are as filthy as dirt. They cannot be taught or enlightened. If they are filthy, they will be filthy."

The Hanlin who were assigned to errands were often perfunctory.

People's hearts cannot be moved.

It's not too much, Fu Yuanqing pretended not to see it, but Lu Xuezhen's move was really against the dignity of a scholar.

He raised his eyebrows in thought, Chen Jing glanced at him and gently took off his official hat, and put the wreath he just made in his hand on his forehead, just touching the gauze to wipe his forehead.

Fu Yuanqing came back to his senses, touched the wicker garland above his head, felt ashamed, and hurried to pick it off: "What are you doing?"

"Give my ancestors a hydrangea ball, but my ancestors won't accept it." Chen Jingdao, "I'll weave a 'crown' for my ancestors, but my ancestors won't accept it either. Is it because you think Chen Jing's gift is worthless?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Yuanqing's hand holding the wreath stopped in mid-air.

Chen Jing lowered his eyes and said: "This subordinate has no possessions, even the body is not his own, his life belongs to his ancestors, and you arranged for him to go to school, and he doesn't even have the money for Shuxiu... The only thing that can be given to our ancestors is this." Little thoughts. The ancestors were not rare, and should be. It was Chen Jingxiao who thought about it."

Fu Yuanqing was blocked by his self-deprecating words, and it took him a long time to answer: "I... have no such intention. It's just that I'm old, these are children's favorite things to play, I..."

"My ancestors see me as a child, right?" Chen Jing said lonely, "But what I can offer is only what a child can give."

"Chen Jing..."

Chen Jing came over, slowly held down Fu Yuanqing, and pushed him down under the willow tree by the Qingcao River.

Chen Jing took off his mask.

He looked up at Fu Yuanqing...

Fu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.

——How could he feel that this person's face resembled the late emperor's?Chen Jing's outline may be somewhat similar to that of the late emperor, but their eyes are completely different.

Zhao Jin's eyes are extremely light in color, almost like amber in the light.

But Chen Jing...

Chen Jing has a pair of dark eyes.

At this moment, the spring light fell from the willow branches, and in the light and darkness, the depths of his eyes were bright.Like a deep pool of water, sparkling.

"Ancestor, look... I am not a child anymore. There is no such child... I don't want to be a child either." Chen Jing said.

Fu Yuanqing stared at him blankly.

"The ancestors forgot." Chen Jing said slowly, "You said that we have been husband and wife for the past six months."

Chen Jing pecked Fu Yuanqing's lips, and slowly loosened the ribbon around his waist.

The two of them stuck close together, stuck in the spring light, and their hearts beat together strangely.

"Plop plop" sounded rapidly.

The fiery bodies are entangled together.

"I want to be my ancestor's husband." Chen Jing said.

[Note 1] Shuxiu: In ancient times, the reward for apprenticeship was equivalent to tuition fees.