Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 89
At dawn, Xue Bai took Qing Lan and a basket of green dates to the Chang'an county government office first, seeing that Yan Zhenqing hadn't come to see the matter, they went to Yan's house.

Anyway, the journey is not far, the right to take a walk.

The servants of Yan's house got up very early and were cleaning outside the door.Guided by the porter into the front yard, looking around, Yan's house is not too big, but it is very elegant and simple, with the characteristics of bright, clean and generous Shandong gardens.

Yan Zhenqing was breathing out in a courtyard, when she opened her eyes to see Xue Bai coming, she sighed slightly.

"Students please ask teacher Chun'an."

"Why did you call me teacher again?"

Xue Bai respectfully replied: "The so-called 'the existence of the Tao, the existence of the teacher', students learn from Yan Gong's preaching, regard Yan Gong as their teacher, and treat Dr. Zheng and Su Siye in the same way."

Yan Zhenqing groaned again, and said, "Where did you get the crookedness... Where did you get the truth?"

"Suddenly recalled an ancient prose that I had recited when I was young, and wanted to present it to the teacher."

Qing Lan obediently handed over a basket of green dates, and said: "A little spring fruit, I also present it to County Captain Yan."

With a wave of Yan Zhenqing's hand, Qing Lan was sent to the backyard, and his wife was free to deal with it.

He beckoned Xue Bai and said, "Follow the old man."

The two walked into the lobby.

"I heard that Du Zimei is here. "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" was sung in Chang'an City one day... You have entered the Imperial College, but you still refuse to be idle."

"The students were indeed present, and I am honored to see Duke Du put pen to paper."

Yan Zhenqing seemed to want to teach Xue Bai a few words, but said: "I am not your teacher, you must explain this clearly to others."

"Yes, students are ashamed."

The next moment, a copybook was handed to Xue Bai.

Yan Zhenqing let out a long breath, and said helplessly, "Your handwriting is too ugly."

"Thank you, teacher." Xue Bai solemnly took the copybook, put it in the back basket, and took out a scroll, "Since the student entered the Imperial Academy, he has been copying two hundred characters every day, and he feels that he has made some progress. Please have a look at the teacher."

Yan Zhenqing took it, seeing that it was a beautiful long scroll, she thought to herself that it would be too wasteful to cover such expensive and good paper with these ugly characters.

Look at that first sentence again.

"Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teachers, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts."

"Man is not born knowing..."

Outside the hall, the flowers and trees under the courtyard wall are stretched in the spring light, and the woman's voice is faintly heard in the distance, which is very pleasant, adding a bit of beauty to this spring day.

Yan Zhenqing held the scroll in his hand, chewed it repeatedly for a long time, and murmured: "Where did you get the article? This is not a parallel style."

This kind of article is different from poetry. Xue Bai obviously couldn't write it. He said bluntly: "The student lost his memory. He only remembered that it was written by a gentleman named Han Yu."

"The style of writing is simple and vigorous, with the ancient style of Qin and Han Dynasties. It has profound meaning when you read it in one go. If you think of it in the future, be sure to introduce Han Gong to me."

"Yes." Xue Bai replied: "I still vaguely remember that Mr. Han didn't pay attention to rhythm and rhetoric, and he didn't like parallel prose with couples. He thought that the prose should not be too flashy... The students are thinking that if they can simplify the parallel prose, they can save a lot of paper money for the court every year. It must be much more than the right minister."

This is something he has realized since he entered school.

At that time, even when writing official documents, people had to use parallel style. Often, the entire scroll was written in colorful parallel sentences, and only the last sentence was really useful.

This is his weakness, he can change it, but he wants to try to make the whole era change it too.

"It's too scheming."

Yan Zhenqing scolded lightly at first, and then asked, "Is this the reason why your thesis is so unsightly?"

"Students are ashamed."

"You should be ashamed." Yan Zhenqing shook his head, feeling that Xue Bai was really bad in every aspect, feeling like he had too many things to do, and finally said: "Let's talk about calligraphy first."

"Yes."

"Sit down, hold the pen and show the old man."

Xue Bai just picked up the pen, and Yan Zhenqing frowned slightly.

"Wrong. Eight-point regular script emphasizes roundness and smoothness, and the center cannot be used. Lay the pen tip on your side, and use the rotation of your wrist as the criterion to write the character 'Yong'."

"Yes."

Xue Bai was very focused and did as he was told.

He knew that it would be easy to annoy Yan Zhenqing if he had the cheek to ask for advice, so he cherished this opportunity.

"Writing again, the brushwork must be arbitrary, and arbitrary is not arbitrary."

"Write again, use the pen like an awl to paint sand, make it hide the front, and paint calmly."

"..."

"stupid."

Finally, Yan Zhenqing couldn't hold it back, shook his head, and said: "You should feel the word 'Zangfeng' when you go back, and come back after you learn how to retract and release freely."

Xue Bai felt that he had learned a lot, so he responded seriously and put away the copybook.

Yan Zhenqing looked him in the eye, and said with his hands behind his back: "Du Zimei's poem is well written, 'Zhang Xu's three cups of cursive sage biography, before the prince with his hat off and top off, swishing the paper like a cloud of smoke', your coming today reminds me of studying with Zhang Gong in the early years, and comprehending the twelve meanings of brushwork..."

Xue Bai waited for the next article.

But Yan Zhenqing didn't say anything, his eyes were full of thinking, if the twelve meanings of Xin Dao's brushwork were only passed on to this son, it would be better to pass it on to later generations, and he just wrote an article in Qin and Han style.

"Calligraphy, you should first understand how to use the brush today. Then talk about your essays and poems... Sigh."

Yan Zhenqing shook her head, and took out Xue Bai's theory from the shelf.

That day, after Fang Guan swore to protect Xue Bai, Yan Zhenqing transcribed it and got back the original manuscript.Because he didn't want to take the credit, Fang Guan had to know who proposed the tax law and who should be protected, but if Xue Bai's original manuscript was handed over, it would be a handle.

"Before learning articles, learn to avoid taboos!"

The policy theory was thrown in front of Xue Bai, Yan Zhenqing was a little harsh.

Xue Bai picked up the policy theory and looked at it. First, he saw a few "patches" on the paper, but it was Yan Zhenqing who cut out the pieces of paper, pasted them on his original words, and wrote new words in elegant Yan Kai.

For example, the vertical of "Min" is half missing, which is to avoid the name of Tang Taizong.

When Li Shimin was still there, I didn't care about these things, as long as the word "Shimin" was not connected together, but now this taboo is written in Tang Law.

Xue Bai actually paid attention to these things, but the time in Datang was too short, and there were too many things to pay attention to, so it was inevitable that he would be negligent.

A little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he realized that he was too eager for success before, and even felt that it was too late to wait for the imperial examination next year.In fact, it does take a period of precipitation.

Whether it is precipitation or precipitation, being an official in the Tang Dynasty requires talent, learning and reputation. Li Linfu has suffered losses in this regard and has been making up for it all his life.Lessons learned from the past, we have to learn from it.

In this early morning, although there was only a moment of teaching, Xue Bai already felt that it was really worthwhile to have the cheek to worship Yan Zhenqing as his teacher.

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"Lang Jun."

Qing Lan came out from the backyard of Yan's house with a basket on her shoulders, with a happy smile on her face.

Seeing that the basket was still there, Xue Bai asked, "Aren't you willing to take it?"

"Yes, the lady of the Yan family gave us yellow rice as a gift from Weizhou. She said it was an annual gift from Weizhou. I don't know if I can accept it, but if I don't accept it, I don't want our green dates."

"It's okay, just help each other with the teacher's family in the future."

Qing Lan nodded again and again, and said: "The lady of the Yan family is really nice. By the way, isn't the gentleman going to send the young gentlemen to study? Erlang of the Yan family is in the Webster private school in Changshoufang. The lady of the Yan family asked the steward to say hello. The young ladies want to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so they can come to the Yan family every day to learn with the third lady of the Yan family."

"Does the teacher have three daughters?"

"No. Because Sanniang was sick from birth, she was adopted by County Captain Yan's brother and sister-in-law to raise her, and she was brought back when she grew up."

"What's the disease?"

"I don't dare to ask in detail. I don't understand why I have to adopt my brother and sister-in-law because of my illness."

"What can you say..."

During the conversation, I have arrived at Xue's house from Yan's house. There is only one street between the two places, and they are indeed very close.

Xue Bai led the horse and went to the Imperial College.

He is quite comfortable in the current days of interacting with Yan Zhenqing, Du Fu, Zheng Qian, and Su Yuanming.

The suffocating years of struggling to survive between the Right Prime Minister's Mansion and the East Palace seemed to have gone away.

~~
Qing Lan stood on the steps and watched Xue Bai go away, then turned to find Liu Xiangjun, and discussed how to steam the yellow rice to make it delicious.

Suddenly, Xue Bogeng, who was sitting by the side door basking in the sun and acting as a porter, let out an "oops".

"This girl, you seem to be next to Liu Lang..."

Qing Lan turned her head to look, and couldn't help frowning.

"What are you doing?"

Jiaonu didn't answer, walked into the inner courtyard with a cold face, looked around, kicked down a bucket on the ground, and said, "This is what Xue Bai said 'soon you will have your own house'? Really bad."

"Anyway, you don't live here, so you don't care." Qing Lan stared at her nervously.

Jiaonu sneered slightly, turned to Liu Xiangjun, and asked, "Is Xue Bai really your son?"

"You are……"

"I'll ask you something."

"Liulang is naturally the concubine's son."

"You were born in October?"

"good."

"How to prove it?"

Liu Xiangjun was slightly taken aback by the question, then regained his momentum, and said indifferently: "The son that the sage has retrieved for my concubine today, what does this concubine need to prove to you?"

Jiaonu asked, "Where's Xue Ling?"

"I went to hide from debts with my friends."

"Which friend?"

"I don't know about myself."

"Tell Xue Ling that the right minister wants to see him." Jiao Nu said, "Also, let Xue Bai come to the northeast corner of Dongshi City at Shen Shi tomorrow. I have something to say to him."

After all, she looked at the courtyard again and shook her head in disgust.

This place is even smaller and more dilapidated than the Du Mansion.

~~
Pingkangfang, Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the backyard, Jiaonu walked through the winding path and boarded the small pavilion.

Two women were sitting by the window talking, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and it seemed that there was a quarrel.

One of them had her hair pulled up and was dressed as a woman; the other was wearing a lotus crown, and before she opened her face, it was Li Tengkong.

"Eleventh lady, seventeenth lady." Jiaonu saluted, "I have sent a message to Xue Bai to come to Dongshi tomorrow at Shenshi."

Li Shiniang then turned to Li Tengkong and asked, "Not satisfied yet?"

"Sister, you shouldn't do these things. Things are not as simple as Sister thought, why can't you let me practice?"

"Why do you want to become a monk? There are so many good men in the world..."

"I won't talk to you anymore, it's always these words."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Li Shiniang said: "Since you are only willing to marry Xue Bai, it's okay if sister comes to arrange for you?"

"What's the use of messing around with something that neither grandpa nor elder brother agrees to? Can't you go home?"

Li Shiniang said with a smile: "Since Grandpa asked me to persuade you, there is still room. It is nothing more than bringing him back to marry..."

"He doesn't want to marry a son-in-law, and I don't want to force him." Li Tengkong said, "Why do you make things difficult for others?"

"Because you are Grandpa's daughter, you can get whatever the Prime Minister wants." Li Shiniang said: "If you are allowed to become a monk now, you will be unhappy for the rest of your life."

"Would it make me happy to let him marry me?"

"It's to make you let go." Li Shiniang said: "Brothers and sisters will give you whatever you want, isn't it always the case since you were a child? Bring him back, and within two years you will get tired of him, knowing that men are nothing more than that. The important thing is that you can understand your mind because of this, but you know that you can't cultivate peace, and peace can only be obtained by playing bored. You are the daughter of the right prime minister. The only thing you need to consider is your mood, understand?"

Li Tengkong stared blankly at his sister, feeling that all this was so ridiculous.

Li Shiniang always took the tone of course, and said: "I told my grandfather that Xue Ling came forward and nodded, and let Xue Bai enter the right prime minister's mansion. This not only fulfilled the saint's good story, but also broke his relationship with Yang Sanjie. You are also happy that my grandfather can spare his life. What's wrong?"

"Stop talking! If you don't want me to be a female crown, I will be a nun."

Li Teng was so angry that he picked up a dagger and wanted to cut his own hair.

"Don't!" Li Shiniang quickly raised her hand, persuading her: "Seventeen, why do you do this for a man?"

"It's not about Xue Bai anymore, it has nothing to do with him." Li Tengkong's voice was filled with tears, "I can't stay in this house because all of you are crazy!"

"Aren't we good enough for you?"

"Ghosts have captivated your hearts!"

Li Tengkong shook his head, tears rolling down his face.

"Sister, do you know what kind of nonsense you are talking about? You treat everyone as a plaything. Is the Right Prime Minister's Mansion so great? I was born in such a family...I really committed a heinous crime, and I shouldn't have married!"

The dagger cut.

A strand of black silk fell to the ground, and Li Tengkong did not hesitate to cut it again.

"Don't cut it...Okay, female crown, if you want to be a female crown, it's up to you." Li Shiniang raised her hand and said, "I'm meddling in my own business, and you've had enough trouble. Put down the dagger. This matter has nothing to do with me, okay?"

With tears in his eyes, Li Tengkong dropped the dagger in his hand, looking extremely stubborn.

"I'll take care of you one more thing in the future, and let my husband-in-law suffer a thousand dollars." Li Shiniang was also unhappy, swore, turned and left.

Li Tengkong wiped his eyes, stopped crying, and went to pack her books to prepare for leaving home.

Jiao Nu immediately knelt down and said, "Your servant is wrong, your servant should not listen to Eleven Niang's orders."

"Get up, go tell him, it's all a mistake..."

A piece of paper fell from the scroll.

Li Tengkong leaned over to pick it up, but what caught his eyes was the song on the paper that he had read countless times.

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The next day, apply for time.

After looking at the teahouse for a long time, Xue Bai saw only the figure of the young girl standing alone under the pear blossom tree. After thinking about it, Xue Bai got up and went over.

"Miss Zong?"

Li Tengkong's fingers trembled, he turned around, and did not speak for a long time.

Xue Bai said: "Someone asked me to come, but it seems that I missed the appointment. I didn't expect to meet Miss Zong."

"I... I happened to be passing by too."

"I recently made friends with a great poet in the poetry world, Du Fu, have you heard of it? He told me that in the third year of Tianbao, Li Bai married the Zong family, and he is the prime minister's family, but is it your relative?"

"Well, in terms of seniority, I'm still a generation older."

"Then even Li Bai wants to call you aunt?"

Li Tengkong couldn't help but smiled, then turned to look at Xue Bai boldly for a while, as if he wanted to keep him in his heart.

"Huh?" Xue Bai asked, "By the way, is your friend okay?"

"She...is very good. Yesterday she worshiped Master Qixuan as the female crown."

"Have you become a monk?" Xue Bai turned to look at her.

"She didn't do it for anything else. She really liked cultivating Taoism and medical skills since she was a child. Let me tell you, Master Qixuan didn't accept apprentices easily. He has superb medical skills and added 24 volumes for "Su Wen". In short, it was not easy for my friend to be a teacher..."

As Li Tengkong was talking, he accidentally met Xue Bai's eyes.

She saw guilt and regret in his eyes, and suddenly felt as if she had been stung in her heart.

Then she thought again, she should make him feel guilty and regretful, so that he can remember her.

"I am leaving."

Li Tengkong smiled, walked away a few steps, turned to look at Xue Bai again, and ran away cruelly.

……

With the sound of evening drums, lanterns were lit on the square towers of Dongshi.

In the evening when there is a curfew, the lights are far less beautiful than Shangyuan Ye.

The girl looked up, feeling empty in her heart.

Although Shangyuan Ye was very happy in Tianbao's sixth year, she originally thought that Tianbao could hold hands with him to visit the Lantern Market in his seventh year.

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