The wind blows, and the willow trees by the river sway gently. The long branches make a rustling sound across the water.
"Xiaowu, what's that scholar's name?" the old man asked softly.
The boy named Xiao Wu scratched his head and said, "His surname is a bit strange, he said his surname is Shu!"
"Oh?" The old man seemed to have guessed something. With a faint smile in his shining eyes, he asked, "What is his full name?"
"Hello, uncle!" Xiao Wu replied with his chest raised and his head held high. This name is so easy to remember that he remembered it after hearing it once.
After hearing this, the old man burst out laughing. He rubbed Xiao Wu's head and said, "Xiao Wu, haha!"
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and recited twice. Then he realized that something seemed wrong.
"This treacherous minister!" Xiao Wu clenched his fists, his face flushed with anger, and he cursed angrily.
"Haha, who messed with my little five?" At this time, a hearty laughter came from the distance. Although this laughter was a little old, it was full of energy.
After Xiao Wu, who was furious, heard this, he turned around and shouted in surprise: "Grandpa Eighth!"
The man who walked over was an old man about the same age as the old man who painted the painting. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was dressed in luxurious clothes. He was very noble. Beside him, there were several brave and strong warriors, guarding this man every step of the way.
"Ning Yuan Gong, you are very leisurely today! Haha!" The old man who was painting stroked his beard and said to the luxuriously dressed old man with a smile.
The old man in golden clothes, known as Ning Yuangong, glared at him unhappily: "Aren't you the same?"
The two should know each other and be acquaintances. Therefore, what may seem like a quarrelsome conversation to ordinary people may be just a joke between the two old people.
The atmosphere is still harmonious.
The old man in Jinyi asked his men to set down the table, and then after setting up the chess game, he said to the old man who was already sitting opposite him: "How about the next game?"
At this time, in March in Yangchun, the weather has warmed up. It is already the season of weeping willows sprouting and spring flowers blooming in Jiangning. In addition, the old man in Jinyi asked his men to set up a stove nearby and cook rice wine. The warm temperature and intoxicating
The smell of wine adds a special flavor to this early green season.
Ning Yuangong went first, and after dropping a piece, he asked with a smile: "Wenshan, I just saw you and Xiao Wu talking about something. Did I miss something?"
The old man known as Brother Wenshan dropped a sunspot, picked up the rice wine handed over by his servant, took a sip and said: "It's nothing, I just had nothing to do today, so I spent some time painting by the river.
I originally thought of asking the students to write poems, but I didn’t get much!"
Ning Yuangong held a piece in his hand, looked at the old man Wenshan in confusion, and said with a smile: "Oh? There are not even one of these hundreds of students?"
Zhang Wenshan was once a bachelor of the Hanlin Pavilion and a humerus minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was very charming and knowledgeable. If the entire Great Zhou Dynasty had to judge who was the most talented person in the world, there would be no one except Zhang Wenshan in front of him. Therefore,
This person's knowledge is far higher than others.
At that time, Zhang Wenshan once won three yuan in a row and came out on top. At that time, it was also a big event that countless people talked about after cooking. Countless students at that time used Zhang Wenshan as a role model. They studied hard and hoped that one day they would be named on the gold medal list and honor their ancestors.
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After Zhang Wenshan entered the court, he was highly valued and appreciated by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty for his extraordinary knowledge. Within a year, his official position was promoted three levels in a row. In serving as the prefect of Jiangning, Zhang Wenshan showed strong administrative ability.
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In a few years, Jiangning's appearance has undergone tremendous changes. Commerce has emerged and taxes have been sufficient. Jiangning has become a paradise for the people.
However, it is a pity that his achievements also aroused the jealousy of some people in the court. When he served as a bachelor of Hanlin Pavilion the following year, he was inexplicably involved in a non-existent conspiracy.
Although the emperor appreciated and valued him, how could others understand the emperor's heart? When Zhang Wenshan still believed that the pure will become pure and the turbid will become turbid, an imperial edict sent him to heaven.
Fortunately, Prince Ning at that time vouched for his life, so the Holy One spared his life.
After this incident, Zhang Wenshan was disheartened by the affairs of the DPRK. He left Tokyo and came to Jiangning City, where he lived in seclusion for more than twenty years.
In the past twenty years, Zhang Wenshan has always been brooding over the injustice he had suffered. Although he was on the banks of the Qinhuai River in the picturesque Jiangning City, he could not let go.
But five years ago, Prince Ning, who also moved to Jiangning City, said something to him. He finally understood the reason.
"You are too close to the prince!" At that time, Prince Ning patted his shoulder and said sincerely.
Yes, I was indeed too close to the prince. They were so close that they were almost indistinguishable.
Thinking of the cold and disappointed look in the emperor's eyes when he issued the imperial edict, Zhang Wenshan finally understood why he was like this.
However, it is one thing to understand it, but it is another thing to accept it.
Zhang Wenshan had no rebellious intentions in his heart, but he was still thrown into a prison just by the emperor's suspicion.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
Zhang Wenshan put aside his worries, finally opened his heart, began to accept the charming Qinhuai romance, and enjoyed the comfortable life written in Qingshan.
Although Zhang Wenshan is currently idle at home and wandering around every day, no one dares to underestimate him. His knowledge is still the best in the world.
However, there were so many students, but none of them could catch his eye. Ning Yuangong was still a little curious.
Ning Yuangong held a piece in his hand, looked at the old man Wenshan in confusion, and said with a smile: "Oh? There are not even one of these hundreds of students?"
Zhang Wenshan was about to shake his head, but suddenly he remembered the lyrics that Xiao Wu had just taken from the scholar. He smiled slightly, dropped the sunspot and said, "There is one!"
Zhang Wenshan took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ning Yuangong.
Ning Yuangong put down the wine cup in his hand, took it and took a look. Just when he was about to put it down, he picked it up again and took a look.
After that, he tasted it carefully.
"What a word!"
Ning Yuangong stared at the lyrics on the small note, nodded his head, and admired it solemnly.
Then, under Zhang Wenshan's surprised gaze, Ning Yuangong solemnly refolded the small note and put it into his pocket.
The sunshine is lazy and the willow branches are lingering.
In the green grass on the roadside, there is occasionally an oriole looking for food, jumping lightly. Sometimes it makes a few pleasant calls, and sometimes it lowers its head and pecks at food in the grass.
Gradually, a slight sound of footsteps came, and the oriole flapped its wings and flew away.
"Uncle!" Liu Qingqing lowered her head and called softly.
Lu Heng turned his head and looked at her charming side face, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"
Liu Qingqing raised her head, looked at Lu Heng's smiling eyes, then lowered her head, bit her lip and said, "Uncle, why don't you quit your job at the palace!"
"Uh, why?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile.
Liu Qingqing took a deep breath and said, "I feel that if my uncle continues to study and takes the imperial examination, he will definitely be able to pass high school!"
Seeing the seriousness on Liu Qingqing's face, Lu Heng laughed dumbly. He shook his head and asked with a smile: "Is it because of that poem just now?"
Seeing Liu Qingqing lowering her eyebrows and nodding, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Liu Qingqing stomped her feet in anger, stood behind and yelled angrily: "Uncle!"