Room

Author: pear wine

Room

With the emperor's backing, Song Qinnian did not hold back, and eventually dismissed a large number of officials. He himself was promoted two ranks and became the third-rank minister of Dali Temple.

This is a third-grade official, and her father is finally qualified to enter the palace to face the saint during the court ceremony!

Seeing her mother overjoyed, Lan Xi also became happy.

"Great, I'm going to tell my brother and them!"

Liu Yunyao scratched Lan Xi's little nose and smiled angrily: "You don't want to tell your elder brother. You think mother doesn't know. You obviously just want to play around, and now you are still thinking about the front yard."

"Mom, please, please let me go. I'll just stop by and take a look. I promise to be back soon."

"You skinny monkey, have you forgotten why you came here? Don't you want to cut your hair?"

"Well..." Lan Xi hesitated. She knew in her heart that if she really went to the front yard, she would definitely come back so soon. "Why don't you wait until I come back to cut it?"

"Do you believe this?" Liu Yunyao glanced at her.

"Hey!" Lan Xi lied, turned around and ran out of the house.

Liu Yunyao waved her hand and called to the girls: "Follow me quickly and take good care of them."

"This kid!"

Liu Yunyao looked at Lan Xi's little figure running away and shook her head with a smile.

Qianyuan Fuxue.

A scribe in robes sat in front of the desk, and Song Lanzhang stood beside him, polishing his ink.

The gentleman nodded and put down his brush.

"Your article has a good intention, great literary talent, and pure sincerity in your words." The teacher praised.

Song Lanzhang was not proud, he lowered his eyes and listened respectfully.

As expected, the disciple was so humble that he stroked his long beard with satisfaction: "However, Zhang'er, you lack practical experience, and your insights in this area are still not deep."

Song Lanzhang said with a shy face: "Disciple is ashamed!"

"You don't have to belittle yourself. If you have such literary talent at this age, Zhang'er, you don't have to lose your father's reputation."

"Compared with what my father wanted to do back then, my disciples are still far behind."

"Brother!"

Song Lanzhang, who was discussing with his husband, vaguely heard the call of his younger sister Lan Xi.

Song Lanzhang shook his head, why was there the little girl's voice in the front yard? It seemed that the little girl was so noisy during this period that he had auditory hallucinations.

"Brother, where are you?" Lan Xi called from a distance.

"This..." Song Lanzhang was surprised.

"But Miss Fourth is here?" Mr. Cheng Yuan in the robe turned around.

Song Lanzhang apologized: "My little sister is young and naughty. She must have come to the front yard to look for me."

"I remember that the fourth lady just turned three this year?" Mr. Cheng recalled the situation in the Song family.

"Exactly, my little sister Haruhi has just turned three years old."

"You're still a little baby! That's all. Don't worry about your article for the time being. Just review it every day. Since the Fourth Miss is here, go and read it."

Mr. Cheng waved his hand and sorted out the manuscripts on the table.

Song Lanzhang excused himself, and as soon as he left the room, he saw a short man with two short legs running towards him.

Song Lanzhang skillfully bent down, picked up the little man, and carefully wiped away Lan Xi's thin sweat after running with his sleeves.

"Why did you come to the front yard? Have you told your mother?"

"As I said, I came from my mother."

Lan Xi raised her head to wipe the sweat in cooperation, and then asked: "Brother, where are the second sister and third brother? Don't you have classes together?"

"We are not in the same place. I have already finished studying the commonly used books and now I am studying with my husband."

Oh, it's just like the upper grades are not in the same class as the lower grades.

Lanxi automatically converts it into an understandable explanation.

"Then let's go find them quickly." Lan Xi couldn't wait.

"Don't worry, you haven't told me yet why you came here suddenly today."

Lan Xi didn't bother to sell it anymore.

"Mom just received an invitation from the princess's mansion, inviting us to a lotus feast!"

"It turns out that my father has a prosperous official career and is respected by others. This is indeed a good thing! But you can't disturb Shu'er and the others because of this."

Lan Xi didn't insist on seeing them now, she just wanted to find an excuse to visit them in the front yard.

Since Song Lanzhang said so, Lan Xi asked him to take her to visit the study.

Lanzhang of Song Dynasty read poetry and books, and he not only had a literary spirit but also the arrogance of a noble nobleman.

The layout of this study is just like his person, simple yet revealing casual elegance.

Visitors can see as soon as they step in that there are several freehand landscape paintings hanging on the walls of the study, and the bookshelves next to the paintings are filled with various books in an orderly manner.

In front of the bookshelf is a rosewood desk. There is a stack of white paper stacked on the desk. A row of various brushes hangs on the pen stand. There is an inkstone in the upper right corner. The bucket next to the desk is filled with Song Lanzhang.

Daily paintings.

Looking to the other side of the study room by the window, there is a low couch in front of the window. There is a small table about half a foot wide in the middle of the couch, and a wooden chessboard is placed on it.

Lan Xi walked to the desk curiously, and there was still an unpacked picture on the desk.

She didn't know much about the words, but she could still see its excellence.

"Brother, your handwriting is so good!"

Although Song Lanzhang was used to being praised, but now when his little sister looked at him with admiration, he felt very happy.

"Xi'er also knows what a good word is?"

Lan Xi was dissatisfied, but she couldn't tell the truth and could only lie: "Of course I know, it feels good to look at it, it's a good word!"

Song Lanzhang was stunned, thought for a moment, and tapped his forehead in agreement.

"What you say is not unreasonable. Some good words can indeed make the viewer feel happy!"

"However, this is not the case in all cases. The meaning in the work is closely related to the state of mind of the person writing it."

Song Lanzhang recalled the scenes of his childhood, and his face showed his respect for his father from time to time.

"When I was four years old, my father personally initiated me into calligraphy. I have been practicing calligraphy for nearly ten years, but I am still not as good as one-tenth or two of my father's skills."

"When you see my father's handwriting, you will know what it means to be as floating as a floating cloud and as delicate as a startled dragon."

Speaking of this, Song Lanzhang looked at Lan Xi, who was raising his little head, and a wonderful idea came to his mind -

"Xi'er, you will be enlightened in two years. If your father is not free by then, why not ask your elder brother to teach you calligraphy?"

Lan Xi refused hastily because she didn't want to start school at such a young age.

Hearing this, although Song Lanzhang was slightly disappointed, he did not force it. Lan Xi was afraid that Song Lanzhang would teach her to write, so she changed the subject.

"Brother, why don't we play chess? Can you teach me how to play chess?"

Without exposing Lan Xi's little thoughts, Song Lanzhang readily agreed and took Lan Xi's hand to sit down on the low couch.

Since you want to play chess, you must first learn the rules. Song Lanzhang explains the rules in detail sentence by sentence.

Lan Xi had never played Go before and was a real novice at this time, so she raised her little face and listened very seriously.

After Song Lanzhang repeated it twice, Lan Xi said that he understood it and they could try it now.

Song Lanzhang's fingertips paused while holding the chess piece, and he sighed - Xi'er is very smart at such a young age!
Chapter completed!