The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 292 Making things difficult (two more)

The weather in Beijing at the end of May was sultry like a midsummer.

Xiao Liulang has been in the Hanlin Academy for 20 days. He is a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, but because he is a newcomer, he still focuses on learning.

In the morning, there will be a special class of reading officers or lecturers to teach them. The class time is one hour, and the rest of the time is self-study.

If you don't understand, you can ask the reading officer and lecturer in private, or you can ask the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy or the doctor of the Five Classics.

The highest official of the Hanlin Academy is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, a top five, who is in charge of the affairs of the Hanlin Academy. He is busy with official business and generally does not have the time to answer questions for new officials.

Under the bachelor degree of the Hanlin Academy, there are two reading officers, two lecturers, and the sixth grade. They are mainly responsible for lectures, not only for training officials and sages of the Hanlin Academy. With enough qualifications, there is a chance. Entering the palace to teach for the emperor and the prince.

Xiao Liulang is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, from the sixth grade.

The second place in the list, Anjun Wang and Tanhua Lang Ning Zhiyuan, are editors of the Hanlin Academy, and they are the seventh grade.

Under the three, there are nine doctors of the Five Classics, who are of the eighth grade.

It is worth mentioning that among all the officials of the Hanlin Academy, only the Doctor of the Five Classics is hereditary.

Therefore, even if they are not high in official rank, they have a very strong literary quality and background, and they have an outstanding position in the Hanlin Academy.

In addition, there are two people from the eighth-grade classics, two people from the nine-grade book, six people from the nine-grade edict, and a first-grade unranked Kongmu.

The responsibilities of the Hanlin Academy in the past dynasties were different. The head of the Hanlin Academy in this dynasty was in charge of things such as gao, history, and writing, and also wrote the emperor's daily notes.

Xiao Liulang and a few people gradually began to contact some basic Wenhan matters after studying for a while.

Today, a Xiu Zhuan surnamed Yang called Xiao Liulang over.

He is the oldest Xiuzhuan, and he will be promoted after the assessment at the end of the year. Now all the Xiuzhuan in the Hanlin Academy are under his control.

He asked Xiao Liulang to write an inscription, saying that His Majesty had plans to rebuild the imperial mausoleum.

After half an hour, Xiao Liulang handed over the inscription he wrote to Yang Xiu.

After reading it, Yang Xiuzhuan frowned in dissatisfaction: "You are the champion of the new division, so you're just that good? Look at what you wrote yourself? If you take this inscription for His Majesty's eyes, it must provoke His Majesty. !"

Xiao Liulang paused and asked, "Then may I ask, which sentences will anger Your Majesty?"

Yang Xiuzhuan looked incredulous: "Can't you read the words yourself? Do you still use me to teach you? How did you become the champion?"

Xiao Liulang pursed his lips,

Without saying anything, I went back and rewritten a copy.

As a result, Yang Xiuzhuan was still not satisfied.

Xiao Liulang wrote seventeen or eight inscriptions in the morning, all of which were called back by Yang Xiuzhuan.

Yang Xiuzhuan said angrily: "Why can't you even write a decent inscription on a piece of paper? I think you don't want to eat lunch, just stay here and continue writing for me! Write until I'm satisfied!"

After all, Yang Xiuzhuan left Xiao Liulang and went to the restaurant of the Hanlin Academy coldly.

Xiao Liulang took the inscription back to the office and continued to grind, pick up the pen, and write the inscription.

The weather was sweltering, his office was like a steamer, and sweat oozes from his body, soaking his clothes.

Suddenly, a head wearing an official hat came in, pinched his nose and looked around, confirming that no one was outside quietly holding a food box and sneaking into the house.

A shadow pressed down on his paper, Xiao Liulang stopped writing, and looked up at him: "Why are you here?"

Ning Zhiyuan put the food box on the table and said, "I'll bring you something to eat! I just met Feng Lin and Lin Chengye in the restaurant. They asked me why you didn't come to eat, and I said you had it."

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the food container.

Not a good dish.

His family was poor, and the price of goods in the capital was high. His meager salary was not enough for himself every month.

He brought Xiao Liulang a bowl of Yangchun noodles, sprinkled with a few chopped green onions, and a plate of brine bean sprouts.

It's just... Xiao Liulang's house is too close to Gong's room, the weather is cold and fashionable, but now it's hot, the taste is really a bit big.

He hurriedly closed the door and window.

The taste is finally better, but the house is more and more like a steamer.

"Hurry up and eat!" Ning Zhiyuan urged Xiao Liulang.

Xiao Liulang was not pretentious, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and ate the Yangchun noodles and braised bean sprouts.

The taste of Yangchun noodles is weak, and the taste of braised bean sprouts is salty, but he is not picky and eats cleanly.

In such a short time, Ning Zhiyuan was already wringing water out of his body. I really don't know how Xiao Liulang came here every day.

Seeing that Xiao Liulang had finished eating, Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly resisted the prostration of heat stroke and walked over to open the doors and windows.

A breeze blows, relieving the heat... but also ecstasy.

Xiao Liulang put away the tableware.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at the dense pile of inscriptions on his desk, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Has Yang Xiuzhuan embarrassed you again?"

Not the first time.

The first few times were rather obscure, and they were only allowed to rewrite three or five times, but today they didn't even allow Xiao Liulang to eat lunch.

Ning Zhiyuan picked up a few inscriptions and looked at them, and said speechlessly, "It's much better than me, and he even praised me in the morning... I don't think you should write new ones, just take one and give it to me. Hand it in, I bet he hasn't read anything you wrote before!"

But it is undeniable that each of Xiao Liulang's inscriptions is indeed better than the previous one, but his first one was already amazing enough.

How did this guy do it?

"Did no one see you when you came?" Xiao Liulang asked.

Ning Zhiyuan smiled and said, "We're all eating, no one pays attention to me."

"Don't stay too long, go back early." Xiao Liulang said, and took out a silver naked child from the purse, "This is meal money."

Ning Zhiyuan waved his hand: "I don't want your money! I can still afford a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

Xiao Liulang thought about it for a while, and didn't force it any further: "Okay, thank you very much."

Ning Zhiyuan sat here for a while, it was really stuffy and smelly, it was really embarrassing for Xiao Liulang, staying in such a difficult place every day, being kept wearing small shoes.

Change him, I am afraid that he will collapse and resign sooner.

"You...forget it."

He was trying to persuade Xiao Liulang to give Anjun Wang a soft touch. In fact, it wasn't Anjun Wang who punished him. Anjun Wang just arrived, but he couldn't control these people. Ning Zhiyuan guessed that it was Mr. Zhuang's advice.

Let Xiao Liulang suffer a little.

But if Prince An is willing to deal with it, he can protect Xiao Liulang a little bit.

How to say the three of them are also the top three of this year, the disciples of the emperor, the friendship of the same family, it is a different friendship.

But he also understands that Xiao Liulang is not this kind of person who acts in favor of yin and yin.

"Go back." Xiao Liulang said, "It's too hot here."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Ning Zhi Yuan saw that he didn't want to go deeper into this topic, sighed, took the food box, and went out cautiously.

In the afternoon, Xiao Liulang took a new inscription he wrote to Yang Xiuzhuan.

Yang Xiuzhuan was naturally a bunch of picky words. If it weren't for the rules, he might have smashed this pile of inscriptions on Xiao Liulang's head.

"Incompetent bungler!"

He sat back in his chair angrily, and glared at Xiao Liulang angrily: "What are you doing with a pestle? Why don't you rewrite it!"

Xiao Liulang turned around and left.

"Hey—what's your attitude—" Yang Xiuzhuan gritted his teeth and was about to have a seizure when Prince An suddenly walked in.

He looked at Xiao Liulang, who was walking towards him, and then at Yang Xiuzhuan, who was smoking with seven orifices. He said with a hint of guilt in a gentle manner: "Am I here at the wrong time?"

"How could it be?" Yang Xiuzhuan changed his face in a second, stood up with a smile, came to the King of Anjun, and bowed his hands in a salute.

Prince An turned sideways to avoid his salute, and said politely, "There is no Prince An here, only Zhuang Yuheng, Yang Xiuzhuan is too polite."

"Ah... Yes! Yes!" Yang Xiuzhuan laughed, scratched his head, and asked, "Is Yuheng looking for... uh...Is there anything you want to do with me?"

Prince An said, "I met Xue Shi on the way I just came here. Master Han said that there is a batch of historical books that need to be edited in the library of Yueluo Mountain. Let Yang Xiuzhuan bring a few people over there. It's best to organize them today. Finish."

The library in Yueluo Mountain was donated by a private hermit, and there are many history books from dynasties and dynasties in it, but some histories need to be re-edited.

Yang Xiuzhuan hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll take someone there right away! Zhuang Bianxiu..."

"I can go." King An nodded.

Yang Xiuzhuan smiled brightly.

King Anjun looked at Xiao Liulang, who had already left, and said, "Take Xiao Xiuzhuan with you. I remember that he has an excellent history in his studies."

Yang Xiuzhuan flattered: "I can't compare to you!"

But now that King Anjun spoke up, Yang Xiuzhuan temporarily gave up the plan to torture Xiao Liulang for writing the inscription, and instead took Xiao Liulang and King Anjun to Yueluo Mountain outside the capital.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't go, he was called by the clerk to do chores in the afternoon.