A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

The next day the chamberlain came to the palace.

Shen An lamented at home: "Just for one night, I rented such a big yard and went through all the trouble. Are you tired?"

He found it boring, but when Sister Yang's gift arrived, it was a poem.

This is a poem by Liu Yong, and the whole poem is full of unnecessary moaning.

Yes, Shen An felt that Lao Liu's lyrics were too plaintive and made people not want to read them.

"This is not good."

Shen An shook his head. Behind him, Zhao Zhongzhen sneaked closer. When he saw this poem on tiptoe, he praised: "A leaf can make a boat light and the sail is rolled... The sky is far away, the mountain is small, the eyebrows are shallow... Liu Yong's poem, this word is beautiful. ,good……"

Shen An turned around, his face became more ferocious.

Can you also read the words of my wife and my wife?

At this moment, he threw away the important task of getting rid of feudal superstition and feudal ethics, and kicked them away.

Zhao Zhongzhen ran away in a flash and shouted outside: "Guoguo, there is a letter from your sister-in-law."

Guoguo was happy when she heard this, and then hurried over: "Brother, has sister-in-law written to me?"

Shen An was so angry that she itched her teeth and said, "No, your sister-in-law... this is for my brother."

Guoguo immediately pursed her lips and said, "Sister-in-law doesn't love me anymore..."

Are all women so unreasonable?

Shen An couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, then gave this calligraphy to Guoguo as a copybook, and wrote a calligraphy asking Zeng Ermei to go to Yang's house.

Zeng Ermei is ugly and reassuringly ugly, so she was welcomed as soon as she arrived at the Yang family.

"What did your husband ask you to do?"

Ah Qing felt that Shen An was at least not lewd, otherwise how could the cook at home find such an ugly person who wouldn't even want to eat.

Meeting Yang Zhuoxue along the way, Zeng Ermei took out a painting.

"This is what the husband gave to the little lady."

Yang Zhuoxue opened it and saw that it was Xizhou Qu.

"...Recall the plum blossoms and go to Xizhou, break the plum blossoms and send them to the north of the Yangtze River..."

This is a very familiar poem, very clean and refreshing.

"...The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou..."

Yang Zhuoxue couldn't help but be fascinated.

This boy and girl have set a wedding date but are not allowed to meet each other. They are thinking about what kind of character their partner will be and what their future life will be like...

This emotion is mostly nervousness mixed with expectation.

The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou...

I miss you, but I can't see you. If the south wind knows my thoughts, please blow me in the dream into your dream.

Yang Zhuoxue felt happy and asked, "Does your husband have anything else to say?"

Now that the two of them were quasi-husband and wife, Li Shi also opened up a little bit, allowing them to pass letters between them, or send servants to convey love back and forth.

Zeng Ermei said with a straight face: "Before I left, I heard Lang Jun muttering something... Oh, Liu Yong's lyrics are often filled with heartbreak, or slapping the railings... which has led these people to write slapping railings. Railings. What a shame, I was photographed all over by these people."

Liu Yong's poems are too sour, and most of them are resentful and boring.

This subtext made Yang Zhuo's face turn red.

The girl was a little embarrassed.

Do you think I am a demented scholar?

She bit her red lip and thought for a while, then said: "Yes, nowadays there are mostly resentful words, but there are no thought-provoking articles. If you can cover your family, country and world, or criticize the current ills, I think you will be a great talent."

You say that I am a demented literary woman, but the current environment is like this. Officials and scholars write lyrics with the resentful look of a purdah woman. Who is to blame?

Who can stand up and sing a song to shake up this trend? Who can write some good articles about the country, the country and the world, and criticize the current ills?

Zeng Ermei returned home with these words, and then told Shen An.

Well!

Zhao Zhongzhen and Wang Yu happened to be there, and they were both happy when they heard it.

Zhao Zhongzhen smiled and said: "Based on these words, this sister-in-law admitted it."

Wang Yu opened the folding fan, fanned it a few times without being too cold, and said: "Brother Anbei... don't let men be inferior to women! Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stand up in the future. If it doesn't work... I will write a book for my brother. How about an article?”

These two boys were taunting Shen An unscrupulously, waiting for Shen An to be embarrassed before giving him advice.

But Shen An smiled and said, "Interesting. Is it a family, a country, a country? It's better to criticize the current ills."

Wang Yu said with a smile: "Brother Anbei, if you want to criticize the current ills of the times and the country and the world, it will take a long article."

Zhao Zhongzhen couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene where Shen An was urged to make a fuss by his wife after they got married.

The rules between men and women in these days were not so rigid. For example, after Zhao Mingcheng got married, he was still studying in Taixue. During the holidays of Taixue, Li Qingzhao took money and went to Daxiangguo Temple with Zhao Mingcheng.

This kind of behavior, which is similar to the behavior of male and female lovers going to the supermarket in later generations, was very common at this time, and ethics had not yet opened up to eat people.

That's why Wang Yu and Zhao Zhongzhen could tease Shen An like this.

Shen An smiled and said: "Yes! Why don't you write an article about it?"

He suddenly remembered what happened next door and asked, "Didn't the chamberlain go to your house? Why aren't you ready to move?"

Wang Yu also just remembered this matter, and he cupped his hands and said: "Zhong Zhen is going to the palace now. I'm afraid it will be difficult to think about it again. If you have anything to say, just tell me, and we will naturally do our best."

Zhao Zhen is the godfather, and Zhao Zongshi's life will not be easy, so Zhao Zhongzhen naturally cannot sneak out often.

Zhao Zhongzhen said with a strange look on his face: "This matter... I want my father to be the defense envoy of Taizhou and to know the Zongzheng Temple. But my father just declined, saying that he is ill and cannot be reused."

Um?

He actually refused?

Shen An felt that something was wrong. He was worried that Zhao Zongshi had fallen into an old habit and regarded the palace as a prison and refused to go in again.

Zhao Zhongzhen coughed dryly and said, "My father said... the officials are not in a hurry."

Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, it's true that there is no rush. It doesn't feel right to be anxious at this time."

As soon as I selected you, you couldn't wait to enter the palace. Do you think I'm about to die?

It has been almost forty years since Zhao Zhen ascended the throne, and he has never had the urgency of having an heir chasing after him, so let him take his time.

"My father said that it would be just right to let so-and-so act recklessly for a while. After this period of time, after entering the palace, I'm afraid that day will be..."

Shen An sighed: "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other, it's not going to be easy, just get through it."

He was only worried that this kid would do something dirty. If one day he heard that Zhao Zhen was constipated or had diarrhea, he would be ready to run away with Guo Guo.

Wang Yu asked curiously: "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other. Brother Anbei, is this your new poem?"

Shen An thought for a while, "I'm thinking of writing a story."

In his previous life, he was quite boring and would read books when he had nothing to do, and the four classics were a must-read.

There was a period when red studies were popular, and he followed the trend, just like a groupie later. He studied the book "Dream of Red Mansions" so much that he could almost memorize it.

Since Zhao Zongshi is not in a hurry to enter the palace and Zhao Zhen is not in a hurry, Shen An is also happy to stay with Zhao Zhongzhen for a while.

He returned to the study, sat in front of the window, and thought about it carefully.

"Prepare more paper."

The finished paper is cut and numbered.

——Zhen Shiyin has a psychic vision, and Jia Yucun is a young woman in the dust.

The author Ziyun said that because he had experienced a dream, he hid the true story and wrote this book "The Story of the Stone" based on the theory of channeling...

After Shen An came here, the most literary things he did were practicing calligraphy, or writing a few poems and stashing them at the bottom of the box for later use.

Writing articles... no, writing novels really made him a little excited.

Mr. Cao, I'm offended.

He clasped his hands together and recited piously and silently toward the outside.

Then he started writing.

At first, he felt that being a copywriter was easy and very satisfying.

But gradually it became a little obscure, and he couldn't figure it out, and finally thought of the problem.

It was impossible for him to remember a book with so many words, so he had to consider filling in the missing parts, which was very difficult.

Mr. Cao, give me a dream!

After only one day of writing, Shen An wanted to give up, but thinking about her sister's words, she gritted her teeth and started plagiarism again.

He wrote a chapter on the first day, and it felt like constipation, super uncomfortable.

He threw a few manuscripts on the table, then looked at the sky, only to realize that it was already evening.

"Brother, eat."

"coming."

The next day, he slept in. Zhao Qianyu came to play with Guoguo. Zhao Zhongzhen stopped by and moved to the study.

After Shen An bought this yard and had a place to live, he copied down a lot of the knowledge of later generations, but he didn't put it in the study, but in a secret place in the bedroom.

The study also doubles as a classroom, so nothing can be kept secret.

Zhao Zhongzhen saw the manuscripts on the table and curiously picked them up and looked at them.

"Here Yucun is reading books to relieve his boredom. Suddenly he heard a woman coughing outside the window, so Yucun stood up and looked out the window. It turned out that it was a maid pinching flowers there. She was well-groomed and had clear eyebrows. Although she was not very pretty, she was There are also moving parts, and Yucun couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded..."

What's this?

Zhao Zhongzhen found it very interesting and thought it was the 'talking' that had become popular recently.

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These are all entertainment contents presented in the form of storytelling in Goulan Washeli. Zhao Zhongzhen took a look at this for the first time and felt that it didn't look like that kind of novel.

"Hey, everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can't forget their fame..."

Zhao Zhongzhen stood in front of the window and looked at him for a long time before he looked up and praised: "Brother Anbei is a great talent!"

When he returned to his home, Zhao Zongshi and Gao Taotao happened to be sunbathing in the backyard, so they stepped forward to salute.

"Goed next door?"

Zhao Zongshi leaned back in his chair lazily. He knew that this was his last free time, so he was as relaxed as he could be.

Gao Taotao complained: "Don't run around. When you have time, just do something or read a book."

This is my son, the future prince!

Gao Taotao was so happy that he asked someone to make tea.

However, Zhao Zhongzhen did not drink tea and said, "Dad, I just saw a poem from Shen An. It's very interesting."

"What poem?"

Zhao Zongshi didn't think about government affairs or the future at the moment, he just wanted to empty his mind.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they cannot forget their fame..."

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The third update is here, good night.