A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Why is Shen An so emotional?"

Han Qi suddenly felt that this was a bit strange. A young man should have such a decadent emotion. It shouldn't be!

Zeng Gongliang said calmly: "Think about Shen Bian, who was also praised as smart back then."

"Shen Bian was stubborn later. He was extremely smart. He saw the unpredictable future, so he hit the wall everywhere." Ouyang Xiu suddenly felt that he had failed.

His life can be considered to be full of ups and downs, but compared with Shen Bian, he seems to have done nothing, just messing around.

Can't compare to Shen Bian!

But he remembered one more thing and couldn't help but praise: "Your Majesty, if it weren't for Shen An, Shen Bian would probably be unknown!"

Zhao Shu nodded and said: "As a son, you should honor your father's name."

In the original history, Zhao Yunrang had already gone. As soon as Zhao Shu ascended the throne, he wanted to give his family the title of father. He argued about this matter for a long time, leaving behind a famous word "Pu Yi".

As soon as these words came out, Shen An's status as a filial son was confirmed.

Han Qi and others naturally agreed with this, so the poem spread.

Yang Jinian was discussing with Su Shi who to impeach at the Yushitai. Someone came in and said, "Yang Yusheng, your son-in-law has written poetry again!"

"What poem?" Yang Jinian felt that Shen An was too lazy and should write more poems to become famous.

The visitor's smile was very false, "Everyone raises his son hoping to be smart, but his life will be derailed by being smart. I only hope that the child will be stupid and reckless, and he will be able to reach the throne without any disaster."

After having his grandson, Yang Jinian talked more at Yushitai, but in and out of his words he always praised his grandson Taro for how smart he was, and he looked like he was going to be the number one scholar...

Madan, how can you see any intelligence in a child who is only a few months old?

Yang Jinian had many enemies, and they were dissatisfied when he showed off his arrogance. Obtaining this poem today was like a treasure, which he could use to attack Yang Jinian.

Aren't you showing off how smart your grandson is? Take a look at your son-in-law’s poem. What does it mean?

It shows that your grandson is not very good!

"Good poem."

Yang Jinian's eyes lit up and he sighed: "Everyone raises his son in the hope of being smart, but his life is derailed by being smart...Look at those officials, most of them are praised for being smart when they are young, but when they grow up, how many of them are promising?"

After becoming an official, for example, Yan Shu's son Yan Jidao was praised for his intelligence when he was a child, but when he got older, he was stubborn and refused to ask for help, and his life was very unsatisfactory.

"Okay, this is a good sign!" Yang Jinian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "No disaster, no disaster, come to the minister, Anbei has made a lot of contributions, I think Taro will be able to inherit some official positions when he grows up, and by then... That won't be no disaster. What's wrong with being a minister? Hahahahaha!"

Yang Jinian's laughter echoed in the Yushitai, and the enemies were very frustrated.

Shen An has made too many meritorious deeds, and now his legs are used to offset his merits. What can he do next?

"Yang Yushi, please give me your thanks." Su Shi didn't feel that down and out at the moment, so he couldn't understand the mood of this poem at all, but he still thought it was very good.

Yang Jinian just smiled, and Su Shi resigned and stood outside thinking about the meaning of this poem.

"That Shen An, what's wrong with writing poetry? He prefers to use taro as a weapon. I will definitely make him look good when he comes back!"

Well!

Su Shi listened to Yang Jinian's angry voice and couldn't help but mourn for Shen An for a moment.

Then Yang Jinian took leave.

He arrived at Shen's house all the way, and Shen An came to greet him after hearing the news, holding taro in his arms.

"So hot, why did you bring him out? Give it to me."

Yang Jinian took the child very dissatisfied, and carried it inside skillfully.

"Daddy."

Yang Zhuoxue felt strange when she saw her father hugging Taro, and then asked: "Dad, is there any difference between you hugging Tao and me back then?"

This question is difficult to answer. Shen An thinks there should be no difference.

But Yang Jinian thought about it seriously, "You were naughty back then and cried a lot when I was hugged. It was a headache for me as a father at that time."

It will really break down when you meet a crying child.

Shen An glanced at Yang Zhuoxue and thought that her daughter-in-law was a crybaby when she was a child?

Yang Zhuoxue said with some confusion: "No way."

"Yes." Yang Jinian looked at Taro, his expression became more kind, "Taro is much more well-behaved."

This is a second-generation kiss!

Shen An finally figured out Yang Jinian's thinking, which was probably about intergenerational marriage.

With a grandson, the daughter can step aside.

"That... poem you wrote is inappropriate." Yang Jinian said unhappily: "When Taro grows up, he will naturally have to take the imperial examination and serve as a butcher for the officials. Why do you just want the child to be stupid and carefree, and to be the official minister without disaster? ? Is this a curse to turn Taro into a fool? Are there any fathers like this?"

Well!

Shen An didn't expect that his father-in-law suddenly came to kill him because of this.

"My father-in-law, that was just a poem to suit the occasion." Shen An recalled the situation at that time, "The official asked my son-in-law what he wanted from his children, so he composed this poem."

This poem is Su Shi's reflection on his downfall for half his life, and also his expectation for his son after his great enlightenment, but Shen An came up with it in advance.

But Shen An didn't think Su Shi would write this poem.

Nowadays, Su Shi is at home in Yushitai, his official career is smooth, and he has a good relationship with Zhao Xu and Wang Yu. He will never make the same mistake again.

Shen An thought it was all his own fault, so he used it without any ceremony.

Yang Jinian bumped Taro a few times, and Taro grinned, making him laugh too.

"So what if the officials ask? This is your own business and has nothing to do with him."

He frowned and said: "Also, your poems are good. I will write more when I have time in the future, so as to support my reputation."

Raising fame, or simply raising hope, was what Wang Anshi and Sima Guang did in the future. After one succeeded in raising reputation, he ascended to the political hall and started a magnificent revolution; after the other succeeded in raising reputation, wherever the carriage went, Everyone celebrated with their foreheads and hands, feeling that the Song Dynasty was finally saved.

In ancient times, there was a shortcut to the south, but now there is a way to stay at home to look after one, which can be regarded as reaching the same destination through different paths.

Yang Jinian teased Shen An a few more words, and then while Shen An and his wife were making arrangements for dinner, he couldn't help but kiss his grandson's little face a few times. Aunt Chen, who happened to turn around from the side, saw his smiling face and felt that she might be dazzled.

Shen An cooked a few dishes himself, while Yang Zhuoxue helped him and encouraged him with loving eyes.

"Mr. Lang, some kind of envoy's entourage came outside. Oh, it's the entourage of the envoy who occupied the city. He said that the envoy invited you to meet at the post house." After Shen An started squatting at home again, Zhuang Laoshi sighed in private, I feel that Lang Jun’s ambition is getting weaker and weaker. What should I do in the future?

Shen An was frying beef slices and said without looking up, "No time."

Zhuang Laoshi looked at Yang Zhuoxue sadly, trying to seek his wife's support.

The husband is becoming more and more lazy. Madam, please take care of it.

But now Yang Zhuoxue's mind is filled with the tenderness and sweetness between husband and wife, so how can he care about this.

How many officials are there these days whose father-in-law comes to cook for their son-in-law? Just Shen An.

She felt that this was Shen An trying to give her face, and a picture appeared in her mind: a group of women were eagerly waiting for their father to come to the door, and then her husband began to be in a daze after welcoming her... Only her husband, Yang Zhuoxue, was sweating profusely in the kitchen. The father-in-law cooked... In the end, the women vomited three liters of blood out of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Very cool!

Zhuang Laoshi had no choice but to go out and say what he said.

"My husband said he is not free."

He felt guilty when he said this, worried that the other party would be angry.

After all, he is an envoy from a foreign vassal! Moreover, the friendship between Champa and the Song Dynasty has a long history. The two sides can be regarded as models for suzerain and vassal states. For such an envoy of a friendly vassal state, it would be too much to say that there is no time for such a friendly envoy.

"I'm getting old."

During dinner, Yang Jinian felt very sad, feeling that he was getting old and probably had only a few more years to live.

Now that he has grandchildren, this man feels old. This is a biological characteristic. Shen An could only persuade him to drink. After several times, he drank his father-in-law to death.

"What should I do?" Yang Zhuoxue had a headache.

"Send it back, otherwise my mother-in-law will get mad."

Shen An called someone to get his father-in-law into the carriage and sent him all the way back.

After arriving at Yang's house, Mrs. Li personally welcomed her. When she saw Shen An and Wen Xiaozhong helping Yang Jinian in, she frowned and said, "Drink too much?"

"No, I'm just tired." Shen An felt that the artistry of his speech was getting stronger.

"If you drink too much, you drink too much. Why are you tired... Anbei, be honest!" Li's sincere attitude made Shen An ashamed.

Mothers-in-law at all times and in all over the world hope that their sons-in-law will be honest and reliable, but most of the time things go against their wishes.

"Yes, my father-in-law drank too much."

Shen An felt that it would be better to tell the truth in the future.

"Leave it alone."

After entering, UU read www.uukanshu． ｎet Mrs. Li asked them to put Yang Jinian on the chair, and then had people see him off.

When Shen An saw her wiping her father-in-law's face with a towel, she thought to herself that no wonder her daughter-in-law was so gentle and virtuous. It turned out to be her inheritance from her mother-in-law!

He remembered a saying that if he wanted to know whether his wife was good or bad, he had to look at her current mother-in-law. No matter how your mother-in-law looks like now, there is a high chance that your daughter-in-law will look like this in the future.

It seems that I have good luck!

Shen An was half drunk and went out feeling relaxed.

"Official..."

The voice behind him was very gentle.

"Official!"

This... seems to be a bit higher in decibels.

"Officer!" Li's voice suddenly became fierce.

"Ah!" Yang Jinian was awakened, thinking that there must be some painful memories in this shout.

Damn it!

Shen An looked at the night sky and felt that he was not hallucinating!

Is this mother-in-law so cruel?

Where is my wife?

After returning home, Yang Zhuoxue had prepared the washing supplies and happily helped him wash up and go to bed.

After some exercise, Shen An asked tentatively: "Zhuoxue!"

"What?" Yang Zhuoxue leaned on his chest and asked lazily.

"Are you... fierce?"

If his daughter-in-law transforms into a lion from the east of the river, Shen An will feel like her life has never been better, and she will become a child in the bitter water.

"Not fierce."

Yang Zhuoxue was already sleepy.

"Are you going to growl?"

Roaring is not a good look for a woman and damages her image in the eyes of men.

Shen An defended himself like this.

"ah!"

Yang Zhuoxue made a soft sound and then stopped responding.

Shen An raised his head and glanced down, only to see a head of black hair.

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