At night, after reading "University Chapters", Zhan Feiyu took out a pen and paper and began to write silently, on the one hand to deepen his memory, and on the other hand to practice calligraphy.
Although the imperial examination does not limit the fonts, there were cases in the past few years of candidates using wild cursive to answer questions. This is like writing essays in classical Chinese in the modern college entrance examination. It may win the favor of the marking officer, but Zhan Feiyu does not want to take risks. What she is copying now is Duobao Pagoda.
monument.
Grinding lightly, licking the pen hard... Zhan Feiyu hung his wrist, and neat lines of handwriting appeared on the jute paper. The fonts were black, dense, square, and tight. At first glance, they seemed rigid and rigid, without the character of a scholar, but they seemed
Standard, neat and beautiful, it is most suitable for imperial examinations.
Time passed little by little, and the Zhan family took a rest early. Although Zhan Dalang, the only scholar, was still in the study room, reading "The Analects" with gusto, but if you look closely, you will see that it is just a book.
The book cover of "The Analects of Confucius".
After his wrist became sore, Zhan Feiyu put down his pen and rested for a moment, memorizing "The Analects of Confucius" silently. Then he picked up Zhu Xi's "Analects of Confucius" and began to read.
It was still a quarter of an hour before midnight, and Zhan Feiyu was usually ready to go to bed at this time, but at this time, the Zhan family's courtyard door was gently opened, and it creaked as if it had been blown by the wind.
After entering October, the weather turned cold, and Zhan Feiyu walked quickly towards the forest behind the village with its short legs.
"Here comes the fat girl." Chongguang couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the short, fat little figure in the moonlight.
Not to mention that there would be wild beasts in the woods, but he personally killed the jade-faced man in the evening. He still dared to go out alone at night. Could it be that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers?
Yin Wuyan did not speak, but walked down the mountain.
Just as Chongguang was about to follow him and join in the fun, a cold gaze swept over him. Chongguang froze in place as he watched Yin Wuyan walk to the field ridge, and Zhan Feiyu also stopped.
Zhan Feiyu rubbed his cold little paws. It was really hard to go out at night, but compared with his life, it was nothing!
"Brother, I'm here." He raised his head, blinked his big eyes, and smiled extremely flatteringly. Zhan Feiyu showed the same attitude towards Party A's father in his previous life.
"Have you read The Analects of Confucius?" A slightly rough voice sounded. Yin Wuyan looked at the little girl who was only as tall as his own legs. This flattering and fawning look, if it were placed on other people, Yin Wuyan would not even look at it.
But Zhan Feiyu took advantage of this chubby face, maybe because her eyes were too clear and clean, and although she was timid, she didn't have a disgusting face.
Seeing Yin Wuyan, who instantly changed from Party A's father to the dean of students, Zhan Feiyu immediately showed the attitude of a good student and said, "Yes."
"Youzi said: He is a filial brother, but he likes to offend his superiors. How can he explain it?" Yin Wuyan looked at Zhan Feiyu. His enlightenment at the age of seven was already three or four years too late, but he had already entered the private school less than two months ago.
I started to read the "Four Books", but my talent far exceeded that of the children from aristocratic families.
Could it be that the eldest brother took a fancy to his talent and planned to train him? Zhan Feiyu glanced at Yin Wuyan, who had a serious look on his face, and his scalp was numb. It would be fine if he was really a genius, but he was just blessed by his previous life.
Zhan Feiyu knows very well how many pounds he weighs. He seems to have the aura of a child prodigy at his young age, but in ten or eight years, he will be forgotten by everyone! Can his life be saved by then?
After surviving this hurdle first, Zhan Feiyu retracted his thoughts, and a clear childish voice sounded, "This sentence means that a person is filial to his parents, respects and loves his elder brothers, but likes to offend those in power. This kind of person is rare.
"There is no such person who does not like to commit crimes but likes to cause chaos. A gentleman's actions are devoted to the fundamentals. When the fundamentals are established, the Tao is born. Filial piety and brotherhood are the foundation of benevolence!"
Chongguang craned his neck to peek, with an extremely ambiguous smile on his handsome face. Master Qi seemed to be having a tryst with "Little Qingmei", but when he heard the incomprehensible conversation, Chongguang's expression became chapped, and he felt an inexplicable pain in the palm of his hand.
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I recall those days when my handwriting was too ugly, my words were bad; my endorsements were not fluent, my words were bad; my policy making was nonsense, my words were bad... Back then, my left heart never healed, and I could use up a bottle of ointment to reduce swelling in a day.
Unlike academic scumbags like Shigemitsu, Zhan Feiyu, a "pseudo academic master", can still hold his own.
After some exchanges, feeling the satisfaction in Yin Wuyan's eyes, Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but show a sullen expression, it was okay for her to humiliate all her classmates under the age of seven!
"Have you met the Jade-faced Man?" He suddenly changed the subject. Seeing Zhan Feiyu's showy little expression, his whole body froze as if he had been struck by lightning. There was a subtle smile in Yin Wuyan's eyes.
Pass.
Why did it turn into a criminal investigation drama when it was just a school drama! Zhan Feiyu's heart is on edge again. She would never dare to lie. Although she secretly laughed at Yin Wuyan for having a drake voice. In modern times, he is just an angry young high school student.
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But looking at his young and cold handsome face, especially the cold and murderous eyes that exuded blood, Zhan Feiyu gave up and didn't care. No matter if it was rebirth or the invisible golden finger, he wouldn't say anything if he killed her.
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"The person who surprised the Zeng family's carriage on South Street was a lame beggar. He pushed my mother. I thought it was an accident." Zhan Feiyu didn't remember what was wrong until he saw Hou Fei.
The lame beggar offended the public and ran away. In a panic, he dropped his crutch and was picked up by the money-greedy pockmarked aunt. Zhan Feiyu then remembered that the crutch looked dirty, but the foot of the crutch was not worn at all.
This shows that the crutches are not used much and that his lameness is fake.