Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 31 Apprenticeship
"I do not."

Hu Hanshan's heart was cold, and he played the trick of a dandy, planning to make a fuss about not paying homage to Song Lian.

"Um?!"

Hu Weiyong has been in power for many years, and the official authority accumulated on him has brought a great sense of oppression to Hu Hanshan, so he just gave a soft 'hmm'.

Hu Hanshan felt the nervousness and fear of the officials of the six ministries when they saw Prime Minister Zuo on the spot. He was a little out of breath due to the oppression, and he didn't dare to say the next thing.

Hu Hanshan couldn't beat Hu Weiyong, who had a strict father, so he could only think of other ways.

Ok.

Open open open open.

Thinking about it another way, I was worried that I didn't have a bad idea.

Maybe through the matter of apprenticeship with Song Lian, he can continue to show bad.

Hu Hanshan couldn't do anything else, as a well-known dandy in the capital, even Ma Fan, the uncle of the country, would dare to beat him up.

Speaking of rotten.

Already familiar with it.

Hu Hanshan couldn't sit still when he thought that he could continue to play badly, so he quickly put away his dandy temper, and said righteously: "Now go to Song Lian's house to learn from the teacher."

Seeing that his son finally understood his painstaking efforts, Hu Weiyong put away his official authority over the years.

Especially seeing that Hu Hanshan has straightened his attitude, he is even more satisfied.

Just one thing, Hu Hanshan is too proactive.

The active ones are a bit abnormal.

Hu Weiyong thought of Linjiang Immortal and Qi Shu, and thought that Hu Hanshan had become enlightened, and he would no longer hang around in Jinling with hawks and dogs all day long like before.

Hu Weiyong didn't think much about it, but he had to remind his son: "Don't worry about this matter. Although the father is Prime Minister Zuo, Song Lian has always disregarded official positions, and even some high-ranking officials and ministers in the capital."

"Even though he has the talent and learning of Linjiang immortals and lacquer books, in the eyes of Song Lian, a famous scholar in China, it is just an elegant taste, and the real righteous way is to study the classics."

Look down on me?

Hu Hanshan almost screamed out of laughter, but fortunately he took it back in time so that his father, Hu Weiyong, would not notice something was wrong.

Hu Weiyong said these words just to temper Hu Hanshan's temper, lest he be dazzled by the name of the top three talents in Jinling.

The fire is almost ready, Hu Weiyong continued: "However, compared to other rich and powerful children in the capital, as well as those talented scholars in the literary world, your talent and learning are among the best."

"Song Lian's acceptance of closed disciples this time is also the last time he will teach disciples. Your hope is the greatest."

The top three talents in Jinling each have their own schools of study, only Hu Hanshan, who appeared suddenly, did not enter any school without a doubt.

More than hope is the greatest.

Except for Hu Hanshan, there are not many good candidates for Song Lian's closed disciples.

Hu Hanshan glanced at his father Hu Weiyong complainingly, then why are you laying so much groundwork ahead?

White makes people happy.

Hu Weiyong saw the complaint from his eldest son, Hu Hanshan, and smiled lightly in his heart. Without the previous foreshadowing, how could he know the value of being a teacher of Song Lian: "Song Lian is teaching apprentices publicly this time."

"As long as you are a member of Daming, you have a chance. You must seize this opportunity well, and don't miss this opportunity that is enough to change your fortune."

Hu Hanshan deeply agrees that he really can't miss it.

Missed this opportunity to play badly.

In order to step on the spot and find out a way to show up as soon as possible, Hu Hanshan rushed to Gulou East Chengxian Street with a group of dog legs after he gave his father Hu Weiyong a sleepover.

If he stays too late, and the cold wind in the winter doesn't want to come back, Hu Hanshan is going to live in his good brother Liu Wentai's house directly.

Pull out the big Liaodong horses from the stables, and brave the cold wind to go to Chengxian Street, Gulou East, where civil servants from eastern Zhejiang gather.

Normally, Jiaofang Street east of Wuding Bridge is usually congested at this time, especially Wuding Bridge is full of blue and green official sedan chairs.

It's weird today.

Hu Hanshan deliberately took a detour to the east of Wuding Bridge in order to check the operation of the pledge shop.

As a result, there was not even a single person on the Wuding Bridge, let alone an official sedan chair.

The gate of Jixianyuan, which is usually full of blue and green official sedan chairs, is empty at the same time. I don’t know, I thought that the Jiaofang Secretary also had a curfew.

Even if there is a curfew, the inspectors of the Five Cities Military Division dare not control the children of the rich and powerful in the capital.

Hu Hanshan rode a Liaodong horse on Jiaofang Street, surrounded by emptiness, almost thought it was a ghost town.

All the way to Gulou East Chengxian Street, Hu Hanshan finally understood where all the rich and powerful children had gone.

The spacious capital avenue is filled with all kinds of silk and satin official sedan chairs, which is much more crowded than the two gates of Zhengyang and Chaoyang after the Yamen were released.

The children of the rich and powerful in the official sedan chair did not sleep, and they all rushed to Chengxian Street in a hurry.

Hu Hanshan was the only one riding a Liaodong horse, and he competed to avoid the official satin sedan chairs that almost collided with each other, and quickly cleared a passage.

Hu Hanshan came to Dongli Thatched Cottage with a group of scoundrels.

Literati have four loves.

Song Lian, a famous Confucian at home, had the same aspirations as Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He yearned for the days of retreating to see Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence while picking chrysanthemums.

Because of the grand status of the Prince's Five Classics teacher and the inability to retreat, he gave the house he lived in the elegant name of Dongli Thatched Cottage.

Hu Hanshan came to the door of Dongli Thatched Cottage, looked at the crowds of people, and saw the influence of Song Lian's acceptance of closed disciples.

More than [-]% of the disciples of Beijing officials have come, and those who have not come basically have a school of thought, no matter how much they desire in their hearts, they cannot be a second minister of a school.

"Brother Hanshan."

Hu Hanshan had just dismounted when he heard a greeting from the crowd.

From among the crowd of rich and powerful children, one can vaguely see a noble son wearing a jade-colored silk robe and holding a palace-style lacquered flower-and-bird fan.

Hu Hanshan recognized the man's appearance, and smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Wentai is here anyway, you should not have come here because you already have a teacher."

Liu Wentai held the palace-style lacquered flower-and-bird fan and cupped his hands: "It's true that Wansheng shouldn't come, but thinking that Brother Han Shan will definitely come, he wanted to come here to give Brother Han Shan a boost."

It was winter, and it was a bitterly cold night, but Liu Wentai came without hesitation to anyone who could help Hu Hanshan a little.

Hu Hanshan looked at his good brother Liu Wentai with a good smile, no matter if he really helped, or he didn't know it was a disservice.

From the day they beat the country's uncle Ma Fan together, the brothers have not been in vain.

Hu Hanshan was in a good mood and patted Liu Wentai on the shoulder vigorously: "Why are there so many people here at night, and the momentum is too amazing. The people in the village are going to the market during the social drama."

"However, even if you want to apprentice, you have to wait until dawn tomorrow. It's a bit early now."

Liu Wentai fanned the palace-style lacquer flower and bird fan, and said with a smile: "It's winter, it's night again, and there may be snow."

"Brother Han Shan, what did you think of?"

When Hu Hanshan heard him mention this, he immediately understood.

This is for show.

Play Cheng Men Lixue's tricks.

(End of this chapter)