Good morning Mr. Zhongtang

Chapter 41

The ten-mile pavilion in the suburbs is also a famous scenic spot in the capital. The reason for its fame is that there was a legend that a subjugated king committed suicide here.

Shili Pavilion was repaired by that descendant, but the age is so long that there is no way to verify it.

Before Fu Heng and Tong Wanrou approached, they saw the white-haired old man standing on the railing and waving to them.

Li Zheng climbed high and looked far away, as if looking forward to them, his neck grew.

Fu Heng tightened the reins, turned himself off the horse first, and then stretched out his hand to hug Tong Wanrou off the horse. After Tong Wanrou stood still, she straightened her clothes and hurried to Li Zheng to salute him. Zheng smiled from ear to ear:
"Don't be too polite, don't be too polite. Let Heng'er call you out, don't blame my old man for being rude."

Tong Wanrou gave a gentle smile: "Grandpa is worrying too much, it is Wanrou's good fortune that Wanrou can come here with the husband."

Li Zheng nodded to her, and then greeted Fu Heng who came over with big bags after tying the horse, and said:
"Aren't you a sleepy brat? If you're told to go to the post station for dinner, you really don't go until dinner time?"

Fu Heng handed all the things in his hands to Li Zheng, and said unceremoniously: "Is it my fault? We agreed to eat at the inn, but now we are in this unfeeling place , I'm not happy yet."

Hearing Fu Heng's evaluation of his careful choice of ground, Li Zheng became angry immediately: "Hey, what do you mean birds don't shit? The green grass over there and the small forest here are full of scenery. If you don't understand it, don't talk nonsense." what."

Turning around, he called out to Shili Pavilion: "What are you doing in there? Don't mess with your books, they don't have long legs, so they can't run away."

Fu Heng and Tong Wanrou looked at each other, who else was in the pavilion?

As soon as Li Zheng's words fell, a scholar who was dressed very plainly, even to the point of hardship, ran out of the pavilion, with braided hair behind his head and dark face. Fu Heng and Tong Wanrou looked at each other and felt that This person looks familiar, yo, isn't it the scholar they met at the White Horse Temple that day?

"Under Ji Yun."

Fu Heng pointed at him and looked at Li Zheng. When he saw Li Zheng, he patted Ji Yun on the shoulder and said:

"This is my closed disciple, a talented man from Hejian. His handwriting is unparalleled, and his writing is ancient and magnificent."

Fu Heng looked at them in surprise: "Disciple? Ancestor, are you joking? When did you accept a disciple in all these years?"

Li Zheng looked at Ji Yun with a silly smile, and then greeted everyone to enter the pavilion. Ji Yun had cleaned up the pavilion earlier, and an extremely ordinary blue cloth was carefully laid on an old stone table. Tong Wanrou took the initiative Step forward to prepare some dishes for a group of old men.

In fact, Fu Heng had already bought most of the things, and Li Zheng took out a few white flour steamed buns from the bag at the side. The group drank beef and mutton, ate white flour steamed buns, and talked about the Book of Mountains and Seas.

After the meal, Li Zheng got a little tipsy from drinking, and suggested that one person should write a set of characters, compare their skills, and let Fu Heng and the others see Ji Yun's strength by the way.

After finishing speaking, he opened the ink and asked Ji Yun to write a pair of characters on the spot. The pen was written with spirit and force, and a person's character could be seen in the characters. A literati who dared to face injustice and speak out, just like his grandfather.

No wonder his grandfather Li Zheng valued him so much. When Fu Heng saw Ji Yun's handwriting, he was also moved by it, but on the surface he said calmly:

"It's a nice font, but not great."

Li Zheng knew that although Fu Heng said he was talented, his calligraphy might not be unique, so he immediately raised his eyebrows and said in wonder, "Oh? Could it be that Mr. Fu Heng also wants to show his skills?"

Fu Heng handed Ji Yun's words back to him, and saw that the young man was always smiling and didn't mind Fu Heng's words. Fu Heng said to him again:

"I said your handwriting is not very good, why didn't you respond?"

Ji Yun smiled meaninglessly at him: "How should I react, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, it's all human nature, isn't it?"

"..."

Fu Heng appreciated his open-mindedness very much. Li Zheng patted Fu Heng on the shoulder when he came up, and said, "You said that his handwriting is not good, but you should write it well."

As soon as Fu Heng's eyes moved, his eyes fell on Tong Wanrou who was standing aside and peeping at Ji Yun's handwriting. Li Zheng followed his gaze and asked, "Do you want your grandson to rub the ink for you? When is it? Do you still pay attention to the elegance of the red sleeves?"

"..." Fu Heng smiled mysteriously at Li Zheng, then walked up to Tong Wanrou, pushed her back, forced her to sit down, and said:

"I don't write, my wife does. I grind ink for her."

"..."

All the people present looked at him stupidly, Fu Heng smiled at them, then really bent down, sharpened the ink for Tong Wanrou, and stuffed a brush into her hand.

Tong Wanrou was kicked out of the shelves and looked at Fu Heng with a pen, but she didn't move. Fu Heng whispered in her ear:
"Just write a piece of Heart Sutra."

"..."

Tong Wanrou didn't know what Fu Heng wanted to do. Although she was quite confident in her handwriting, she had read Mr. Ji before and really understood the truth that there is a sky beyond the sky. Even if she really wrote the words, she might not be able to be ahead of him mr.

However, seeing her husband's high spirits, she couldn't bear to spoil her interest. Forget it, you can't seek total victory in everything, so it doesn't hurt to try it.

Dang even followed the routine at home and started writing stroke by stroke.

At the beginning, Li Zheng didn't think much of it, thinking that his grandson wanted to play a joke with his disciples, but when Tong Wanrou wrote half a sheet of paper, even though he was picky about fonts, he couldn't help leaning over to look at it carefully.

Tong Wanrou leaned over the desk and wrote carefully, while the three big men stood behind her and watched.

That Ji Yun seemed to be more obsessed with words than Li Zheng, in order to see more clearly, he didn't mind and knelt down opposite Tong Wanrou, just to get closer.

After writing a Heart Sutra, Tong Wanrou put the pen on the inkstone, picked up the paper with two bare hands and blew it under her lips, and then handed it to Fu Heng. Fu Heng expressed his heartfelt admiration when he saw it.

"Words are like people, people are like their characters, beautiful."

After speaking, he handed the paper to Li Zheng who was at the side. After reading it, Li Zheng held the paper and asked Tong Wanrou in bewilderment:
"Have you ever written in Donglin Academy?"

After asking this question, Tong Wanrou hadn't reacted yet, but Ji Yun who was on the side suddenly realized and said:

"By the way, sir, don't tell me, this disciple has not thought of it. I have indeed seen this font in the inner hall of Donglin Academy. It is written in big characters, but the brushwork is the same."

Li Zheng looked at Tong Wanrou curiously again, only to hear her stand up and say:

"I don't know what Donglin Academy is. I have never written in the academy. The only time I wrote outside was in a teahouse."

Li Zheng slapped his palm: "Yes, it's at the tea house. Do you still remember what you wrote?"

Tong Wanrou thought for a while, and said four words: "Cizhu is gentle."

Li Zheng's expression became more and more shocked, and even Fu Heng couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, is there something wrong with the word Wanrou wrote?"

Tong Wanrou was also very puzzled, and explained for herself:
"I just wanted to get two boxes of pastries and didn't think about anything else."

Hearing Tong Wanrou's words, Li Zheng couldn't help jumping his shoulders: "Daughter-in-law, you are unintentional. Your character was selected by Donglin Academy, and after it was mounted, it was sent to Da Nei as a gift to the Queen Mother." Congratulations! I saw it in the Ministry of Rites before, but I never thought that the person who wrote that word would be a woman, not to mention, that woman turned out to be you!"

The more Tong Wanrou listened, the more confused she became, but Fu Heng was extremely surprised, chasing after Li Zheng and asked:

"Being selected as a congratulatory gift for the Empress Dowager...then is there any explanation for that?"

Li Zheng knocked on his smooth forehead angrily, and then said: "The saying is that your Fucha family will be lucky. Once the congratulatory gift is presented, this font will represent the entire Donglin Academy. Examination, long live Donglin Academy has been appointed as the exam questions, and the reputation of the academy in the future will be the number one academy in the world that can be as famous as the Imperial College, and your wife represents the number one academy in the world, are you satisfied with this statement?"

"..."

After Li Zheng said these words without panting, Tong Wanrou couldn't help being stunned on the spot. Even Fu Heng blinked his eyes and didn't know what to say. On the contrary, Ji Yun squatted on the ground studying Tong Wanrou with a normal face and a smile. word.

It was already time when Fu Heng and Tong Wanrou returned to the mansion, the sedan chair in the palace was already guarding the door, Tong Wanrou went in to tidy up, then said goodbye to Mrs Li, then hurried out the door and went back to the palace .

Back in the palace, before he changed into his regular clothes, he heard a burst of crying from the Yonghe Palace, but it wasn't in Xiyuan, but in the main hall.

Tong Wanrou came outside the main hall and saw a few maidservants from Xiyuan standing outside the door watching the fun, she couldn't help but patted the last one on the shoulder, called her aside, and asked:

"What happened?"

The maid in the palace was only eleven or twelve years old, but she spoke quite fluently, and she told Tong Wanrou the matter in a few words:
"The people in Concubine Rou's palace made a mistake and are being taught by Concubine Rou. We nobles are here to persuade you."

"..."

After hearing this, Tong Wanrou felt strange, so she hurried back to her room, changed into her palace attire, and hurried over, but she couldn't go in directly without being summoned.

Fortunately, at this time, the crying inside gradually weakened, and after a while, the jingle of rings was heard, and the virtuous man walked out of the palace with a helpless face, followed by a mother Gui and a maidservant who was crying and bleeding from the nostrils .

Seeing Tong Wanrou come back by the door, the virtuous man pointed to the crying maidservant and said:

"Arrange her."

Although Tong Wanrou didn't understand why, she responded respectfully: "Yes."

Then she walked to Nanny Gui, and Nanny Gui talked all the way, and Tong Wanrou finally understood the whole story.

It turned out that this servant girl was a little maid in Concubine Rou's palace. When she was picking flowers in the imperial garden, she met a virtuous man. Seeing that the flowers she picked in her hands were beautiful, the virtuous man asked her for some. However, the maid came back Concubine Rou then punished her and accused her of eating inside and out, and called the virtuous person from Xiyuan to the main hall to confront her.

Concubine Rou seemed determined to kill the little maid in front of the virtuous man, the virtuous man couldn't bear it, so he had to take the maid back to his Xiyuan to save her life.

After hearing this, Tong Wanrou felt that there were some strange things in it, but noble people have always been kind-hearted, and it was impossible for her to watch a little palace maid die because of her.

We can only take one step at a time.Tong Wanrou said in her heart.

(End of this chapter)