The prince is very fierce

A spring rain came quietly in the night. Until the early morning, the pavilions and pavilions of Chang'an were shrouded in the rain, washing away the dullness accumulated over the winter, and everything seemed to be reborn.

The sound of reading aloud in the Imperial College was overwhelming. Song Yufu looked at an empty desk in front of the school building, her eyes slightly complicated, but turned into a helpless sigh.

After Xu Buling entered the capital, he stayed in the school for less than a month in total, either ringing bells in the Bell and Drum Towers, or disappearing without a trace.

I didn't think it was anything before, but since she kissed Xu Buling inexplicably last time at the Bell and Drum Tower, Song Yufu felt strange in her heart.

After all, it was her who did it, and Song Yufu couldn't blame Xu for not letting her do it, but the matter had already happened, and if she didn't think about it, it would still flash into her mind inadvertently.

The hairpin is coming back, so it stands to reason that we should have nothing to do with each other anymore. I guess Prince Xu doesn’t really like a troublemaker like me...

Song Yufu thought silently, and after leading the morning reading, she left the school building and walked towards the courtyard behind the Imperial Academy.

Only halfway through, he saw his father, Song Baiqing, approaching with a paper umbrella and a jar of wine.

Song Yufu was stunned for a moment. In her impression, her father never drank. When her mother was around, she would go around the garden. After her mother died of illness, all she could do was write, read, and give lectures.

Song Yufu trotted up, hid under the oil paper umbrella, and asked with some confusion:

"Dad, are you ready to go out?"

Song Baiqing always had no expression. He just handed the umbrella to his daughter and nodded:

"Go home. Your uncle is back. He will stay in the capital for a few days and then go to Yuelu Mountain. You haven't met your grandpa yet, so you will stay with him for two years."

"ah?!"

Song Yufu held an oil-paper umbrella, her little face originally showed some excitement, but it was soon suppressed by inexplicable disappointment.

She had heard of Yuelu Mountain many times. It was located in the Chu region. There was a small school in the mountain. Originally there was only one master who taught children from the surrounding villages, but it remained unknown. Until more than 20 years ago, two people suddenly appeared and became famous for their painting and chess skills respectively. The painting sage was Xu Danqing.

Later, when everyone inquired, they found out that these two men came from the same school. Everyone in the world, both civil and military, rushed to Yuelu Mountain to find an expert to become their disciple. Even the late emperor sent people there to invite him once, but unfortunately no one ever came. I found that rumored elementary school.

There were actually four students taught by the old master, who were each in the fields of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It was a pity that there were many strange people in the world, but two of them failed to become great talents. Song Baiqing was one of them.

However, it is not that Song Baiqing has no ability, but after he left the army, he always felt that good handwriting was useless, and that his ability should be used in governing the country. So he plunged into Chang'an City and began to pursue an official career, which has continued until today.

Song Yufu has been yearning for Xu Danqing and her rumored grandfather since she was a child, so she was naturally excited to follow Xu Danqing to visit her grandfather. But the journey was long and it took two years. When she comes back in two years, Xu Buring should go back to Suzhou City...

Thinking of this, Song Yufu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Song Baiqing walked in the rain and glanced at her daughter: "Don't want to go?"

"It's not... what I want to do..."

Song Yufu struggled for a long time, but still nodded and smiled.

Song Baiqing sighed and was silent for a moment:

"It's natural for a girl to get married if she wants to get married. But dad doesn't have any dowry, and your grandpa is great. When the time comes, you can tell the old man who you want to marry, whether it's a prince or a noble family, they should give you face."

"No way~..."

Song Yufu's face suddenly turned red, she shook her head, held up the umbrella weakly and stopped talking.

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The father and daughter walked around in circles and came to the outside of the old house on Zhuji Street.

Under the rain curtain, Xu Danqing, who was wearing a scholar's robe and holding an ink-black oil paper umbrella, showed a bright smile from a distance:

"Bai Qing, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still remember my hobby and are interested in it. This is Yu Fu, she was only two or three years old when I saw her, and she is so big now."

Song Yufu was actually a little nervous. After all, Painting Saint's tomorrow was so big that almost no one knew about it.

After taking a quick look, Song Yufu stepped forward and bowed: "Uncle Song."

"Haha... I'm still as good as when I was little."

Xu Danqing consciously took the wine jar from Song Baiqing and looked at the somewhat shabby little house:

"But the house was still new when I left last time. In the past ten years, I haven't seen you change it. The Imperial Academy has a lot of money to pay for the wine and monthly salary, and living here is too shabby."

Xu Danqing is a well-known libertine in the world. If it weren't for Nuo Da's fame, Song Yufu would frown.

Song Baiqing unlocked the door and entered the courtyard. He was always serious about words and ignored the princes' children. How could he pay attention to this unofficial fellow disciple? He said calmly:

"You'll live here these days, otherwise you'll sleep on the street. It's not like you've done this before."

Xu Danqing put away the oil-paper umbrella and looked around: "For the sake of my master coming from the same school, I condescend to live here. To be honest, senior brother, I just want to think that no one will say anything about living in Tai Chi Palace, Your Majesty." I was given a pen a few days ago, begging me to come out..."

Song Yufu followed behind and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Uncle Xu, sealing a pen is like sealing a sword and a box in a world of martial arts. It seems that you can't come out again according to the rules..."

Xu Danqing touched his beard and smiled elegantly: "Uncle, I am a scholar. How can I abide by the rules of the world? There are not many officials who retire and return to their hometowns and are re-employed."

"But a literati must have character. If you say that you have closed your pen, you have closed your pen. After retiring from old age and returning to your hometown, you come back to work. It is different..."

"..."

Xu Danqing blinked and turned his head to look at Song Baiqing: "Junior brother, does this count as a tiger father and a dogless daughter? Why do you accept death like you?"

Song Yufu smiled and stopped talking.

Song Baiqing had no intention of chatting:

"You have offended too many people, and they are all women. Women are always petty and vengeful. Be careful when you go out this time. Don't be like the boss and the second child, who didn't even leave any incense behind."

Xu Danqing sat down at the table and sighed: "You have to finish the painting after you leave the mountain, at least eight, otherwise it will be difficult for the Holy Emperor to communicate with you. You have been in the capital for a long time, do you know the beauties who are famous recently? Let me know Go back home and take care of yourself, so you don’t have to die outside.”

Song Baiqing shook his head, turned around and went to the side room to make tea.

After her father left, Song Yufu naturally became more courageous. She pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Xu, look at me."

Xu Danqing knew how to look at people as well as he could draw them. Naturally, he saw his daughter's family's little thoughts and raised his hand and waved:

"There is no benefit in having a famous name. If you don't have a good family background, you will inevitably suffer disaster. Even if you have a good family background, it is not necessarily a good thing. Just marry honestly and don't think too much."

Song Yufu said "Oh", thought about it for a while, glanced at the side room, and whispered:

"Uncle Xu, can you...can you draw someone for me? I want to keep a portrait."

Xu Danqing chuckled lightly and said in an easy-going tone: "Does Yu Fu have someone to recommend? I am worried about this matter."

"No..." Song Yufu hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It's a man."

"Male..."

Xu Danqing had no experience and had seen all the beauties in the world. He glanced at her and shook his head:

"How do men paint? If this spreads out, people in the world will not say that my taste has changed and I can't paint."

Song Yufu was a little excited and said seriously: "Uncle Xu, don't worry, I promise not to spread your paintings out, just take a look for yourself."

Xu Danqing thought about it for a moment. He was already cynical, so his niece made such a request without pushing it back and forth. He chuckled:

"That's fine, but I don't want to draw ugly people. At least they have to be more handsome than my uncle."

"That's natural, much better than Xu Bojun."

"..."

Xu Danqing touched his chin and smiled a little far-fetched:

"Haha... Then I have to take a good look..."