Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 8

Zhu Ying was very dissatisfied, and thought to herself: "It's fine if you don't forget it with a photographic memory? The poetic talent is so powerful. Could it be that Wang Chong is not a perfect man in the world? I don't believe he can write poems with the same title!"

Although Xiaochong has the ability of photographic memory, writing poetry is another kind of talent, but he has no ability to rely on Ma Kewai.

Seeing Wang Chong's dumbfounded appearance, Zhu Ying couldn't bear it, and was about to soften her sentence, saying that she was just joking.

Xiaochong was afraid that his friend would be angry, so he suddenly remembered an old poem in his father's collection, and thought to himself: "Fortunately, my father still has a poem praising beautiful men, otherwise how can I calm Xuexiong Zhu?"

He hesitated again and again, gathered his mind, and read: "A beautiful young man in green robes, a jade tree in front of the wind; he writes thousands of poems and Fu, and loves to escape from Zen when he is drunk."

Zhu Ying was stunned for a long while, then looked down and saw a green robe on her body, as if seeing a ghost, she murmured: "It turns out that there are such perfect men in the world." He suddenly became depressed, and whispered: "Sleep! There is still class tomorrow."

Xiao Chong heaved a sigh of relief, took off his clothes and lay down, silently recited the inscriptions, and soon fell asleep.

But Zhu Ying tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He heard Wang Chong snoring slightly, so he lit the lamp again, looked at Wang Chong carefully for a while under the dim light of a firefly, and said in a low voice: "Young man, you are so talented..."

Zhu Ying pondered for a long time, suddenly her face flushed, she blew on the light, and lay down again, but there were countless thoughts in her mind, coming and going, back and forth, and she didn't fall asleep until dawn.

The next day!

Both Wang Chong and Zhu Ying got up late, and they didn't have time for breakfast.

Xiao Chong got up first, seeing that the sun was not right, he hurriedly called Zhu Ying.

Zhu Ying was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Oops, pack up and leave quickly, if you are a little later, it will be too late for class."

Xiao Chong dressed in a hurry, Zhu Ying was lying down with her clothes on, she didn't need it, but she had to wash up a bit, both of them moved quickly, but in a short while, they went out together and ran hand in hand.

When he arrived outside the study hall, Zhu Yingcai came to his senses. He actually pulled Wang Chong's hand all the way to run wildly all the way. When you get up, just say that you recite your homework at night and go to bed late, and you must never talk about returning home late."

"Bailu Academy has strict rules and regulations. If you know that little brother Wang Chong is wandering around at night, maybe he will drive you home."

Xiao Chong was also awe-inspiring, and said goodbye to Zhu Ying, entered the Ting Zishu hall, before he could sit still, he heard his master shout: "Wang Chong, come with me."

He thought he was about to be reprimanded, and was very flustered. His mother sent him to study, and if he was kicked back because he didn't obey the rules, he would definitely make his mother angry.

Xiao Chong is thinking about how to pass the level.

Song Gonglian took this bright student and broke into the study of President Xun Yuan, saying, "This is Wang Chong."

Seeing Wang Chong's simple and honest appearance, Xun Fa felt good about him, and asked, "Have you ever studied?"

Wang Chong had heard a long time ago that the dean was a great Confucianist in the world. He wrote books and made numerous articles. His disciples' acquaintances and reputation were all over the world. He didn't feel nervous, and replied in a low voice: "I was selected as a scholar last year."

Xun Fa was slightly surprised, and said: "Since you have the reputation of a scholar, you should be in the B-class class. How did you get to the T-class class?"

Song Gonglian also didn't know that Wang Chong already had the reputation of a scholar, so he said with a smile: "I wanted to fight for him to get a place in the third class, but I didn't expect this kid to have the reputation of a scholar, my eyesight is stupid."

Xun Fa also laughed and said, "Are you going to go to the country test next year?"

Xiao Chong hurriedly nodded and replied, "I'm sure I'm going to the township exam."

Xun Fa said: "I heard from Gong Lian that if you can memorize the Annotations of the Six Histories upside down, it is not hard work. Nowadays, the imperial court selects scholars mainly by asking questions, but if they want to be successful, they have to work hard on serious articles."

Xiao Chong was very nervous in front of a great Confucian master like Xun Fa, his little face was stunned and stupefied.

After Xun Fa said a few words, he couldn't help but smile, and thought, "This kid has a good character, but he's too inactive, loves to be nervous." He gave Song Gonglian a few words and asked Wang Chong to leave on his own. .

Xiaochong left Xunfa's courtyard, heaved a sigh of relief and lifted his spirits a little, but seeing Zhu Ying approaching him, he said with a smile, "Let's go have dinner together."

He hurriedly said, "Very good."

Zhu Ying chuckled, and said: "Those people skipped class yesterday and went to wait outside Mrs. Xiao's room. They wanted to worship teachers and seek immortality. They didn't see anyone back all day and night. They were all lost. They were all punished today."

Xiaochong also thought it was very interesting, but he was not good at words and couldn't find any suitable words. He just smiled foolishly and didn't know how to cheer him up.

Zhu Ying didn't care, the two of them chatted, and when they arrived at the dining hall, he still made the decision and ordered a few light dishes for Wang Chong, while he himself had a bowl of plain noodles and ate very politely.

After lunch, the two went back to rest together.

In the afternoon, Zhu Ying still had classes, and Wang Chong was the only one left. He memorized books for a while in the attic, and couldn't help but let the black cloud out.

This black cloud can be big or small. When it is enlarged to the largest size, it has an area of ​​half an acre. When it shrinks, it is no more than the size of a fist and can be contained in a sleeve.

Xiao Chong also doesn't know what this thing is?What else can I do?What kind of magical effect?
In the deep, deep, endless, vast soup, like a dragon waking up, the inscription with the meaning of being irresistible can only be big or small, can be released or received, can float or swing , but also faintly contains the sound of wind and thunder.

Xiaochong played on the attic for a while, and the black cloud rolled around was obedient. He suddenly had a whim, and secretly said: "I wonder if I can sit on it, and fly into the sky like some old demon Luo."

He jumped up and sat on the black cloud, but fell through the black cloud and fell to the ground, his butt hurt so badly, he was suddenly lost.

The black clouds scattered by Wang Chong's buttocks lingered around his body, giving off a slight sense of coolness.

Xiao Chong stretched out his hand and pressed the ground, wanting to get up, but he didn't expect his whole body to fly lightly, surrounded by silky clouds and mist.

He was terrified, his limbs were scrambling, he was in mid-air, and he turned around lightly, nimbly like a monkey swimming in the clouds.

When his feet stuck to the ground, Xiao Chong was still in shock, but he was overjoyed. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt that this thing should not be a black wind evil cloud anymore.

The way it is used is very weird, it is not used to fly in the air at all, it is more like a weapon that can be rigid or soft, changeable and invisible, it can be absorbed into the pores of the whole body, and released, the whole body is surrounded by clouds, making people flexible like " Flying bird", making all kinds of incredible movements in the air.

"Is this a new magic weapon that I dismantled?"

Xiaochong played for a while, collected the black cloud, took out the copper ring again, and thought: "Throwing this thing can hit people, probably it's not a very powerful treasure, otherwise it wouldn't be thrown away by that Taoist."

"Or maybe they thought this thing was too useless, so they deliberately threw it away, and it was my reward for asking directions."

Xiao Chong practiced for several days, and became very proficient in handling it.

However, he was strictly disciplined by his mother since he was a child, and he was relaxed for two or three hours, playing with two treasures for a while, and still thinking about studying.

There are more than ten volumes of the books issued by the academy that I haven't recited. Xiao Chong didn't dare to be too indulgent, so he put away the two things, took out the bookcase again, and slowly recited the unrecognized volumes.

(End of this chapter)