Chapter Eighty-Fifth Twenty-seven Years Spring and Autumn
Imperial College, in the Medical Center.
Mr. Hou looked at his only son with an angry face, just like an old father looking at his dying son. The other students had long been invited out by the doctor, and there was only one medicine maker left in the medical center. The boy and Hou Junji, who was lying on the bed with a pale face.
"Doctor Wang, is he in serious trouble?"
"I have just applied good medicine for arrow wounds on Young Master Ling. His life will not be in danger for the time being, but..." Doctor Wang spoke intermittently, as if there was something hidden in it.
Mr. Hou's face darkened again: "Doctor Wang, please clarify."
Doctor Wang glanced at Hou Junji lying on the bed, shook his head and said: "My life has been saved, but I may not be humane in the future."
Like a bolt from the blue, Mr. Hou almost fainted and fell to the ground. He supported his old body and finally shouted hysterically: "This is unreasonable, this is unreasonable. Who dares to let my son suffer such great injustice?" He couldn't find it in his hand. It was something that could be thrown. Mr. Hou kicked over a long angular stool next to him and smashed the bottles and cans on it to the ground.
Doctor Wang knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Master Hou, please calm down. It may be that I have humble medical skills and cannot fully cure Master Ling. In order not to waste time, Master Hou sent Master Hou to the palace and asked the imperial doctor to come for diagnosis. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope,"
Because of his deep love for his son, Mr. Hou did not pursue the reason. He hurriedly ordered the guards outside to prepare a sedan chair and sent Hou Junji into the palace without stopping. However, on the way out, Shang Junxie and Su Mubai felt that the situation was not serious enough. , finally speaking out Meng Xinghe’s name also made Mr. Hou remember that this student in the Imperial College who was preparing to take this year’s scientific examination was the culprit who injured his son.
Meng Xinghe returned to his private room, and first went back to sleep for a while. It was close to noon, and if it weren't for the loud laughter outside that disturbed his peaceful dream, he would not have woken up so quickly.
After getting up and going out, I saw the wife joking with Aunt Yun in the room, looking happy. Meng Xinghe leaned against the door and said in confusion: "Two beauties, it's noon, and they don't want to let anyone sleep."
The two beauties rolled their eyes at the same time, and then they looked at each other and talked happily.
"What are you talking about? I'll join in and let's chat together," Meng Xinghe suddenly arrived and sat between the two of them, looking left and right, admiring the different colors on the faces of the two women. Aunt Yun stopped talking because she had never seen her face, but Just looking at those sharp eyes is enough to see the beauty of the entire face. Although Du Fuzi is an out-and-out woman, Meng Xinghe did not cast his lustful eyes on her face, but looked at Aunt Yun , smiled and said: "Aunt Yun, take off the veil from your face and let me see,"
With a "bang" sound, Aunt Yun poured a cup of tea for Meng Xinghe and said fiercely: "Shut your mouth and drink tea."
Meng Xinghe stretched out his paws and drank tea from the teacup. Aunt Yun was startled by his deliberate action, but she still reminded him: "Something happened to Hou Junji. You have to be careful in the future. His father, Hou Tinghai, the Minister of Rites, You are the examiner of this imperial examination. I'm afraid there will be more things coming to you in the future, so don't go out anywhere these days, just study by yourself at home and prepare to take the imperial examination."
Aunt Yun seldom spoke, but every time she said what Meng Xinghe said, she accepted everything. Knowing that Meng Xinghe had taken her words into her heart, Aunt Yun stood up slightly, returned to her wing, and said: "Miss Du, I am I invited you to review your knowledge. Please listen to me. If you dare to bully her, I will chop off your hands."
"Miss Yun is overthinking, this is Du Xuan's duty," Miss Du suddenly blushed, lowered her head and just drank tea gently. She came to review Meng Xinghe's knowledge. In addition to Aunt Yun's request, there was also Mr. Du. What does it mean? This man is the student who is favored by his stubborn father. He always mentions in front of him intentionally or unintentionally that he wants to study for the scientific examination for him, and he can't help him even if he doesn't want to.
Meng Xinghe didn't know that asking this arrogant master to review his lessons required a lot of connections. When he heard about this opportunity that other students could never ask for in his life, he just smiled lightly and said, "Master, since I’m here to review my knowledge. Please invite me to the back room.”
Meng Xinghe got up and walked ahead to lead the way. The place he went to was his own wing.
The master didn't want to go to his room at first, but Meng Xinghe was so cheeky that he went in and never came out. The master finally couldn't help it, stood up from his seat angrily, took the book in his hand, and walked quickly into Meng Xinghe's room.
When she entered, Meng Xinghe was still lying on the bed. He put an embroidered pillow under his head, crossed his legs and leaned against the bed. He pointed to a stool in the distance and said: "The house is simple, Master, you can just Just find a stool and sit down,"
How could this man be so virtuous? It was so rude. The master was well-educated and did not care about Meng Xinghe. He found a stool and sat down. He looked around and looked around Meng Xinghe's room, but secretly said in his heart: "Why?" The room he took care of is the same as his daughter’s room. It must have been taken care of by Miss Yun from outside. He doesn’t have such good patience."
Meng Xinghe didn't see the disdainful expression on the master's face. He jumped up from the bed and sat down in front of the desk politely, saying: "Today we should talk about "The Analects of Confucius" or "The Book of Songs"."
"The Book of Songs," Master quickly got to the point and said: "Although the college examination examines a lot of content, if you write a good poem, it will definitely attract the attention of the examiner. If it is selected by the officials who inspect the examination papers, submit it For the current Holy One, that would be the best,"
If the scientific examination focuses on writing poetry, then it is better to just learn to write poetry. What else can you learn about "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Ming Jing"? Meng Xinghe did not refute. The master has his own reasons for speaking. It is okay to listen to her experience with peace of mind. It might as well be learning.
Meng Xinghe picked up the Book of Songs, opened the pages, and prepared to receive the teachings.
At this moment, the master asked curiously: "Meng Xinghe, there is something I really want to ask you."
Meng Xinghe raised his head: "What's the matter?"
"The copy of "Niannujiao" that my father has is really written by you," the Master has wanted to ask this question for a long time. Before Meng Xinghe came to Chang'an, every time she recited the words, she always wanted to see this song. "Nian Nujiao" What kind of person can write such heroic sentences? But ever since he saw Meng Xinghe's face, Master was completely disappointed.
Meng Xinghe looked at the master and suddenly smiled and said: "Why, the master also wants me, a student, to write a calligraphy for you in Master Du's hand. Let's agree first. I'm not a prostitute, so don't get it wrong. "
I can't bear it. Master gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, and said rather fiercely: "Book of Songs, Jian Jia, listen carefully, I will only say it once."
The master began to lecture.
Meng Xinghe held the book and picked up the brush, preparing to record the master's words word for word.
The Master read the "Book of Songs" in his hand, and suddenly closed the book with a "pop" sound: "I won't talk about it today, I'm not in the mood."
Meng Xinghe held the brush and looked at the Master with deep doubts, his expression was a bit dumbfounded. Damn it, did you make a mistake? I went on strike before I started teaching. If there is an educational institution now, I will definitely report you for this incompetent Master.
Before he could put down his dull expression, a roar of revenge came from the master opposite.
"What are you looking at? I'm not selling my body as an artist." It was probably the first time that Miss Du said such explicit words. Her face suddenly turned as red as the autumn sunset. She gradually felt ashamed. She lowered her head and saw only the slender hair. The black hair slowly fell down to her knees along her slim waist. Miss Du was not yet married, so her hair was naturally not tied up. She just held it down with a phoenix hairpin, but it still fell down like a waterfall. It was really beautiful. , she was born with natural beauty, and dressing up like a fairy by accident made Meng Xinghe a little dumbfounded for a moment.
It is really a peach in the sky, blooming in spring, it is the most beautiful flower in the world. He shook his head to keep himself awake. Meng Xinghe could only open the "Book of Songs" in his hand, but it was full of poems about the love between men and women. , undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
Sin, sin, I already have a wife and concubines, I have to calm down, Meng Xinghe comforted himself, the wife opposite may have heard his silent words, plus this is Meng Xinghe’s room, there are differences between men and women, or there are other reasons , the master suddenly covered his blushing face and ran out quickly.
Little girl, are you shy? Meng Xinghe watched her go out and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes caught sight of the two books that the master had left on the desk.
Curiously, I picked up the "Book of Songs" that the Master had opened earlier. There was a lot of knowledge in the book that the Master had done between the lines, and he had almost thoroughly analyzed the entire "Book of Songs".
Hehe, such a good book of songs was confiscated. Meng Xinghe mentally thought of taking the Master's book for his own use. He flipped through it casually a few times, but a pink silk scarf fell out of the book of songs. .
There is also a mezzanine. Meng Xinghe picked it up curiously and took a look. On the silk scarf, a man in Tsing Yi was outlined with fine lines. The man was pretty decent-looking. Under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, he always had a playful smile. It looked like He had a rather sullen face and a tall figure. He looked a little shabby when he was dressed in green clothes, but his unique eyes made people never forget him.
Who is this? Meng Xinghe looked over the silk scarf over and over, but he couldn't guess who the master painted. However, what he was sure of was that this man and the master must have a deep hatred, otherwise the master would not be there. The man's mouth is painted with countless tiny crosses.
His eyes followed the figure of the man in green on the painting, and there was a row of small characters. Meng Xinghe read it again and read it out in confusion.
"When you see anger, don't be sad. You can't be free a thousand times. I go up to the small building in the bright moonlight. In the spring and autumn of the twenty-seventh year,"
"Good sentence. Master is Master. He is much better at writing articles than me." Meng Xinghe sighed and looked sideways. There was already a look at the door that wanted to kill him. He put down the silk scarf. Returning to Master's book, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, not even Lord Du, nor will he know that you have a crush on someone else."