Although Academician Gu and Old General Yang had never met, the first letter Zhan Feiyu brought that day was a test. Both parties were interested in cooperating, but they were worried that there would be no direct contact with the Holy One.
Furthermore, some words can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. What Zhan Feiyu did in Xiangwu County represented Gu Xueshi's intention. The master and the apprentice never really talked about the Yang family's military power in Longyou Road, but they did
There is a natural tacit understanding.
"Sir." Zhan Feiyu's snow-white face became a little more serious. He looked at Qiu Zongxi who asked and replied sternly: "As I said to Uncle Yang before, as long as the Yang family does not collaborate with the enemy and treason, the teacher will definitely do his best to help.
Just like the Yang family, the people of the Daqing Dynasty are also the bottom line between me and my teacher."
Sharp knives can hurt people, but they can also protect people! Whether it is power or military power, it is a sharp blade to a certain extent. Gu Qingzhou holds power and is good at strategy, but his purpose is to serve the people of the world.
, and the Yang family guarding the border has the same purpose, and the two parties can cooperate because they share the same path.
Even though these words were spoken by a young girl, Qiu Zongxi believed that his seemingly violent and ferocious expression instantly softened, "Just one word from you is enough."
Gu Qingzhou and the little girl are both scheming people. Yang Xu's elm head has not yet awakened. Qiu Zongxi and Old General Yang both know that Yang Xu's talent lies in martial arts and the art of war. He will be a good person in the future.
A general who leads troops to fight will never become a minister who is proficient in strategy and calculation.
The situation in the dynasty is treacherous, especially since the Holy Emperor is already at an age where he knows the fate of destiny. He will definitely establish a throne within 20 years. There may be some fluctuations in the Daqing dynasty. Yang Xu, who is less than 30 years old, has Zhan Feiyu or Gu Xueshi in the capital.
If you help me deal with it, I will be able to get through this period safely.
Qiu Zongxi had something on his mind. As soon as the topic changed, he immediately mentioned Zhan Feiyu's new poem. He snorted in disgust, "I'm too lazy to comment on your poem."
Zhan Feiyu, who was self-aware, laughed awkwardly. It was just fluent, and there was nothing new. If you don't want to comment, just don't comment, so as not to make Mr. Qiu angry.
Lifting up his pen, Qiu Zongxi dipped it in ink, and then quickly rewrote a poem called "Xiang Ling Drum and Psalter" underneath Zhan Feiyu's poem.
"This poem was written by predecessors." Qiu Zongxi put down his pen. The little girl's poem was the same as the handwriting of Yang Xu's turtle. It was painful to look at it twice. "How about you tell me about this poem first?"
He is good at playing drums, clouds and harp, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son... When the song ends, no one can see it, and the peaks on the river are green.
Zhan Feiyu turned sideways and took a look, and what caught his eye was the continuous cursive calligraphy. He was probably worried that Zhan Feiyu was still young and the fonts were restrained and not wild enough.
After quickly reading the complete poem, Zhan Feiyu replied: "The title of the poem comes from "The Songs of Chu·Yuanyou": Make Xiang Ling play the drum and harp, make the sea dance like Feng Yi."
Legend has it that after the death of Emperor Shun, he was buried in Cangwu Mountain. His concubine drowned herself in the Xiang River out of grief and became the god of the Xiang River. She often played the harp by the river and expressed her grief with the harp music.
Qiu Zongxi already knew that Zhan Feiyu had a photographic memory, "Tell me the first two sentences."
"The first two sentences point out the legend that I heard that the goddess of the Xiangshui River is good at playing the harp, and secretly uses the meaning of "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang": the emperor's son descended to Beizhu, describing the goddess gracefully descending to the shore of the Xiangshui River..." On
Zhan Feiyu doesn't know anything about writing poetry, but when it comes to criticism, she definitely knows her way around it.
"The most wonderful thing about the whole poem, what makes the whole poem shine are the last two lines: No one can be seen at the end of the song, and the peaks on the river are green." Zhan Feiyu recited it unconsciously. It is indeed a poem that can be passed down for hundreds of years.
The key point is that this is a test poem. To be able to write such a beautiful poem in a cramped and narrow examination booth, Zhan Feiyu has to admire the poet's rich imagination. He can probably imagine Qiong Yao's feast while chewing on a cold steamed bun.
Qiu Zongxi looked at Zhan Feiyu who was talking eloquently with cold eyes, "If you are so talkative, you should write a poem that is quite extraordinary and show it to me."
Zhan Feiyu's face fell instantly, "Sir, you are trying to force someone into a difficult situation."
When Yang Xu and Qiu Jinyu came to the study, not only had Zhan Feiyu's new poems been picked up into a ball by Qiu Zongxi and thrown into a charcoal basin, but now she was standing in front of the desk, scolded, with a look of despair on her face.
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Yang Xu looked worriedly at Zhan Feiyu, whose face was wrinkled into a ball, "Grandpa Qiu?"
"You still know how to come to the study? I thought you had a great time running out these past two days, so I planned to pack up and go to the county government office to be imprisoned!" The target of the attack was instantly aimed at Yang Xu, after all, he met Zhan Feiyu's dark and round eyes.
, Qiu Zongxi always looked away when he was cursing, the little girl was born too well, Yuxue looked so cute, she couldn't even curse without being cruel.
But facing the dark and thin Yang Xu, Qiu Zongxi had no such worries. All his anger spurted out, scolding Yang Xu until he couldn't hold his head up.
According to Qiu Zongxi, for a selfish, greedy, and vain woman like Zhang, Yang Xu would just go to the prison to visit her, and he would try every means to save Zhang's life. If Qiu Zongxi hadn't received a letter from General Yang earlier,
, he can break Yang Xu's legs when he gets angry.
A quarter of an hour later, Qiu Zongxi finally felt comfortable and assigned homework to Zhan Feiyu again, while Yang Xu continued his great work of copying books. As for Qiu Jinyu, it was Qiu Zongxi's concession to allow him to follow him into the study. As for giving guidance on homework, that was absolutely non-existent.
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The study became quiet again. Qiu Zongxi, who was thirsty and thirsty, drank half a cup of tea and glanced at Zhan Feiyu, whose eyes were rolling. "What are you thinking about if you don't write quickly?"
"Sir, I have heard someone talk about the three realms of scholarship before." Zhan Feiyu wrote two poems in a row. Although they were both criticized as useless, she really had no poetic feeling in her mind at this time.
"Tell me about it." Qiu Zongxi also knew that he was nitpicking. The little girl's articles were good, but her poems were only average, but she could cope with the imperial examination without any problem. Just because she was Gu Xueshi's only disciple, which examiner
, the marking officer dared to fail her examination paper just because the test post was so poetic, it is estimated that her career in this life has come to an end.
"The first scene: Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world." Zhan Feiyu lowered his voice so as not to disturb Qiu Jinyu who was reading in front of the desk on the other side and Yang Xu who was writing the post.
"My clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi. This is the second state." Zhan Feiyu continued, "Everyone has looked for him hundreds of times, but when I suddenly look back, there is that person, in the dimly lit place. This is the second state."
The three realms.”
Qiu Zongxi couldn't help but put down his tea cup, and quickly went through the three realms in his mind. His expression was one of understanding and emotion, and he didn't speak for a long time.
On the other side, Yang Xu took a sneak peek and admired Zhan Feiyu extremely. Just now, Xiaoyu was scolded by Grandpa Qiu, but now it was as if nothing had happened. Yang Xu remembered his first time
After learning calligraphy from Qiu Zongxi, five-year-old Yang Xu's eyes turned red on the spot without being scolded.
In terms of thick-skinnedness, Zhan Feiyu is ranked second, and absolutely no one can be ranked first.
Although Qiu Jinyu is a scholar, he is also a practitioner. Therefore, although Zhan Feiyu's voice was lowered, Qiu Jinyu heard it. He was also thinking about the three realms of scholarship. The more he thought about it, the more wonderful he felt. Could it be that this was Gu's words?
What did the bachelor say?
After confirming that Qiu Zongxi was deep in thought, Zhan Feiyu breathed out a sigh of relief, and then calmed down to rewrite the previous two poems, revising the ones that needed to be revised, and changing the words that needed to be changed. It was the turn of a science student to examine the ancient times.
The tragedy of the imperial examination...
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Temporarily staying in a villa in Xiangwu County, Zhang Minxian looked complicated, feeling lucky to have escaped the disaster.
"Brother." There were footsteps outside the door. Zhang Minhua entered the house and let the maid sweep away the falling snow on his cloak. He looked at Zhang Minxian who was sitting on the main seat and said, "Wang Wu is back?"
"Uncle." Zhou Shuyao, who was idle and bored, also called people. Xiangwu County is a small place. In this weather where water turns to ice, Zhou Shuyao could only huddle in a small courtyard. He wished he could go to Linzhou Mansion immediately with a group of girlfriends.
My close friends walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms and sit around the fire, that is how comfortable and comfortable they are.
When the maid came over with tea, Zhang Minxian waved his hand and asked people to leave. Looking at the mother and daughter sitting at the bottom, he said after a while: "Wang Wu just came back from inquiring about the news."