Chapter 392

Xu Qi'an is an open-minded person. He won't worry about trifles. Since his sister is so rotten, he won't do it.

Wouldn't it be better to take a board in the academy? Why waste your breath.

But Li Miaozhen stopped Xu Qian's family from raping the children. Tianzong's Saint frowned and said, "if you have something to say, why use violence against a child?"

Holy daughter, you never know how bad it is to be a bear's parent... Xu Qi'an sold her face and went into the yard instead.

In the courtyard, there is only a pair of mother and daughter flowers, with sharp faces and three-dimensional facial features. Xu Lingyue, who is somewhat of mixed blood, sits on a small wooden bar to embroider.

The little muzzle can't hold her plump buttocks any more. The elastic buttocks overflow and show up under the skirt.

My aunt, on the other hand, did nothing. She tied the lotus green skirt on her legs, and then squatted beside the flower bed, holding a wooden shovel and scissors to stir up flowers and plants.

Aunt usually in addition to beat Xu Lingyin, also this hobby.

Her servant girl, lu'e, is helping her.

"Big brother!"

Seeing Xu Qian coming back, Ling Yue's sister was so happy that she put down her needle and thread and welcomed her with a smile.

Her remaining light flits past Li Miaozhen, Su Su and Zhong Li without any trace.

The small expression with examination fully shows that there is natural and instinctive hostility between beautiful women.

"It's OK. You can go home today."

Xu Qian pinched her mellow nose, looked at the room and said, "where are Erlang and ER Shu?"

"Dad doesn't know where to go to practice. My second brother is studying at Master Zhang." Xu Lingyue's voice is sweet, with a girl's soft moistening.

Xu Qi'an nodded and was about to speak. She listened to Xu Lingyue with curiosity and soft Judo: "elder brother, who is that elder sister?"

She asked Zhong Li.

Although Zhong Li has been with Xu Qi'an for a long time, she has never formally appeared. Xu Lingyue met her for the first time.

"Elder martial sister of Caiwei." Xu Qian Road.

Oh, that girl's elder martial sister... Xu Lingyue suddenly.

Chucaiwei is the nickname she gave chucaiwei. Chucaiwei is the number one, Lina is the number two, and xulingyin is the number three.

In fact, people who know these three people have similar nicknames in their hearts. For example, in the yard, she was surprised to find that her daughter was dirty, and angrily picked up a bamboo stick to chase the beautiful woman who went out.

The nicknames that my aunt gave to Lina and Xu Lingyin are mostly: stupid girls and children, greedy girls and children, stupid girls and children who can eat.

And so on.

"Isn't it tiring for me to wash your clothes every day? You're a dead child. You don't know how to love me. " My aunt growled:

"then I don't need to look at you as a daughter when I hit you."

Xu Lingyin's voice came back: "then I'm not your daughter. Why do you hit me?"

Aunt choked for a while, incompetent Fury: "dare to talk back!"

....

Xu Qi'an took Zhong Li out of the courtyard, shuttled between the houses and the courtyards, and along the principle of paving bluestone slabs, he sometimes picked up the steps, and after burning incense, he came to the valley full of bamboo forests.

Bamboo is mostly in the south. Dafeng boasts that Kyushu is orthodox and dominates the Central Plains, but the capital is located in the north central part of Kyushu.

The climate is not suitable for bamboo growth.

The bamboo forest in Qingyun Mountain is very rare.

Not long after summer, the bamboo forest is green and luxuriant in this season, with mountain wind blowing and rustling, which is quite artistic.

What Xu Qi'an thought was, how to make bamboo wine?

A small attic is hidden in the bamboo forest, like a hermit's elegant Pavilion. A cobblestone path leads to the attic, full of bamboo leaves.

"Premier, Xu Qi'an is visiting!" He bowed to the attic.

In front of my eyes, the light flashed and moved from the outside to the attic. President Zhao Shou sat beside the case, sipping tea and looking at him with a smile.

Washed the old white Confucian shirt, slightly messy gray hair, full of cynical atmosphere.

Zhao Shou is the most unsophisticated high-quality man Xu Qian has ever seen. He is also an old man, but the supervisor is better dressed in white than snow. Master duer was also wearing a gorgeous cassock embroidered with gold thread. He was indifferent and looked like an eminent monk.

The feeling of Dean Zhao is Kong Yiji, or Fan Jin......

"well, I almost forgot Taoist cat. Taoist priest is also like a wandering Taoist. He is very down and down......" Xu Qi'an added in his heart.

"Thank you for your help." Xu Qian expressed his thanks.

"You have taught me to set up a mind for heaven and earth, to set up a life for the people, to go to the holy place and to carry on the unique learning, and to open peace for all the world, and you have not forgotten that." Zhao Shou said with a smile.

What the Dean means is that as long as I don't forget my original intention, we will still be good friends..... Xu Qi'an smiles and bows, and then makes a request to good friends"When students come to the college, they want to borrow a book from the dean."

Zhao Shou looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Da Zhou found something." Xu Qi'an remembers that Wei's father said that if he wanted to know the princess's secret, he would go to Yunlu academy to borrow this book.

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Shou said with a smile: "this is written by a great scholar in the Academy 600 years ago. He was born in the weekend period and was active in the early days of Dafeng. He compiled his own book about what he saw and heard about Dafeng. There is only one book in the world that has never been published, and few people have read it. "

I see. No wonder Huaiqing has never heard of it. Even if she is a female student bully, she can't read all the books in the world. She must have a purpose to read the books she likes.

Xu Qi'an suddenly heard Zhao Shou smile and said, "you must have heard of that great scholar. His deeds were inscribed on a tablet by later generations, right in the mountains."

With a flash of light, Xu Qi'an blurted out: "the second-class scholar Qian Zhong, who carried the people's grievances and scattered the last fortune of Da Zhou?"

The name of the man who visited the ruyunchu Academy was Qian Dazhong, who brought him to the Academy.

Zhao Shou said with emotion: "that is a respectable scholar. He is really famous in history. Unlike some four guys, he always wants to go astray."

Excuse me, are those four devious people Zhang Shen, Li mubai, Yang Gong and Chen Tai?... Xu Qi'an has a bad heart.

Zhao shoutan opened his hand and said leisurely: "I have the collection of Da Zhou."

In a flash of light, an old book appeared in his hand. The cover of the book said: what's left of Da Zhou!

...... Xu Qi'an watched this scene in a daze. Although he was very familiar with the "bragging force" of Confucianism, every time he saw it, he always felt the impulse of "I don't care if I don't practice martial arts" and "coach, I want to learn Confucianism".

The man is afraid to go into the wrong business, and the second uncle will hurt me..... He sighs with regret.

After Zhao Shou took over Da Zhou's collection, Xu Qi'an pondered, "can I take it away?"

Zhao Shou: "no way!"

Now he's just looking down.

In fact, it's a supplement to the book of history. It records things that at first glance look like unofficial history, but they do happen.

For example, Li Mu, a famous immortal official in the history of the Zhou Dynasty, is said to be romantic and has numerous confidants. But in fact, among his many confidants, there is a fox demon, a member of the Nine Tailed heaven Fox family.

These are secrets that will not be recorded in official history.

Like Yasheng, who was named as a horse by Yunlu academy, this Li Mu was a talent of Dong Hu's writing..... Xu Qi'an nodded secretly and continued to read.

Finally, he turned to a folk myth.

In the Longde period of the great Zhou Dynasty, there was a Wanhua Valley in the south. The flowers in the valley were blooming all the year round. It is said that there is a beautiful flower god in the valley.

The flower god is an immortal flower. It is born with wisdom, transformed into human form, and integrated with the aura of heaven and earth. If anyone can get the spirit of flowers, he will be reborn and live forever.

After hearing this, Emperor Longde sent people to look south. After 13 years, he finally found Wanhua Valley and the beautiful flower god.

The army besieged Wanhua Valley and forced Huashen to enter the palace. Huashen didn't want to, but caused thunder to destroy himself. Before his death, he cursed that he would die a hundred years later.

Sure enough, three hundred years later, the cycle of Qi came to an end.

At the end of the story, a poem is recorded:

born in terror, oppressing the public,

gracefully pour out the sun.

All the people praise it as a national color,

the soul of the world provokes the emperor.

Xu Qi'an closed the book without expression, but his heart was not calm, even rough.

"Isn't this poem about the princess? The princess is the flower god more than 900 years ago. No, the reincarnation of the flower god?

"It turns out that this poem is about the God of flowers 300 years ago. I always thought that it was the poem that was so popular and famous that it attracted the attention of emperor Jing of Yuan Dynasty, so she was sent to the palace.

"No wonder, no wonder they all say that the spirit of the princess is a good thing. There is also this allusion. Sure enough, it's good to read more books. There is no doubt that he will be reborn. It is not necessary for him to be immortal. Otherwise, how could emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty hand over the princess to the king of Zhenbei.

"The fairy in the flower is worthy of being the first beauty of Dafeng, and has incomparable charm. Tut, a poor woman, too. "

Xu Qi'an returned the book to Zhao Shou and asked, "is this poem written by Qian Zhong?"

Zhao Shou shook his head: "no, it's not."

Oh, Qian Zhong Ru is also a record player. I have no doubt about that. Otherwise, the old monk who presided over the mystery of the princess's life experience knew how to make complaints about this poem. It's Xu Qian's heart.

Chatting with president Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an's ear suddenly moved and turned to look out of the building.

I saw three great Confucians coming together, looking at Xu Qi'an and surprised him."It's worthy of being a student taught by the three of us. It's very sad to cut off two thieves in the vegetable market and save the overall situation with the help of one person."

The three great Confucians praised happily. Then they looked at the Dean with questioning eyes: "when did Ning Yan become a disciple of the dean? Ning Yan, did the Dean ever ask you to write a poem? "

Then, they use the expression "you are greedy for his poem, don't quibble that this is the truth".

Zhao ShouLeng snorted: "how can I be like you? The three Immortalities of scholars are morality, merit and speech. It's unorthodox to place hope in poetry. "

If you don't want to rob us of poetry and lyrics, then the three great Confucians were relieved, and Zhang Shen retorted with a relaxed tone:

"the three thousand roads lead to the same goal by different routes. Is poetry and lyrics not a cultural treasure? In my opinion, the dean is obsessive. "

Zhao Shoubai waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

He turned to look at Xu Qi'an and said, "it's mainly Yang gongzhuyu who makes them envious and envious. In fact, Yunlu academy is kind to you and has nothing to do with poetry."

After a look at the three great scholars, he said with a smile, "at least I won't be like them."

He had to clarify this matter to Xu Qi'an, otherwise it would appear that Yunlu academy always wanted to touch the light of his poetry.

To tell the truth, Zhang Shen and other people's behavior really humiliated the image of Yunlu Academy.

Xu Qi'an nodded.

In fact, he doesn't care. Anyway, poetry is plagiarized in previous generations, not by him. As a groundless passer-by, he can use poetry to expand contacts and gain benefits, so he can't miss it.

Ignoring the irony of the president, Zhang Shen looked eagerly at Xu Qian and asked:

"you haven't written a poem for a long time. Have you ever felt excited about such a big event recently? A few teachers can help you polish it. "

The three great Confucians looked at Xu Qian eagerly.

President Zhao Shou didn't speak, but he was also very interested and looked attentive.

Yunlu academy not only helped me protect my family, but also the dean of Yunlu academy directly held a carving knife and forced Yuanjing emperor in the imperial court. Although this was in line with the Confucian philosophy, it was not simply selling my favor, but I had to remember this kindness......

well, you might as well copy a poem to them, and it was not good for them to go whoring night after night Think of a poem. "

Yes, I think of a poem. I'm just a poetry porter. He added in his mind.

The three great Confucians were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have a heroic sentence: pen and ink serve.

But the handwriting is too bad, and I don't have a charcoal pen on hand, so I don't show my shame. I walk in the room like a statue, and when I see the green bamboo leaves outside the window, I pretend my eyes are bright and say:

"yes."

Zhao Shou's eyes were equally bright and asked, "is it related to bamboo?"

It seems that President Xu likes bamboo very much

Smell speech, Zhao Shou immediately straight waist, from slightly interested, upgrade to feel more looking forward to.

Xu Qian recalled the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao shouhe's three great Confucians, he was brewing.

"I will not relax."

Zhao Shou, who already knows that it is a poem about bamboo, savors it carefully. In this sentence, the word "bite" is the essence, and only one word highlights the vigor and power of bamboo.

"The root is in the broken rock."

Zhao Shou nodded slightly, which is a supplement to the previous sentence and reflects the perseverance of bamboo in the tough environment.

"Thousands of grinding and thousands of blows are still tough, and let the East, West, North and south wind prevail."

President Zhao Shou is a little short of breath. The last two sentences describe bamboo's attitude to external pressure. Even though he has experienced countless hardships, he is still indomitable.

In Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, he only loves bamboo, otherwise he would not build his residence in bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou once wrote poems about bamboo before, but compared with Xu Qi'an's poem, he had to admit that he was inferior.

One poem and two couplets, from inside to outside, describe bamboo's tenacious character incisively and vividly.

He is worthy of being the chief poet of Dafeng...... this high-quality Confucian monk sighed in his heart.

"Although this poem lacks some artistic conception and rhetoric, it is a rare bamboo chanting poem." Li mubai praised.

"Stupidity, this poem chants the tenacity and tenacity of bamboo, but the rhetoric is gorgeous and inferior." Zhang Shen attacked.

"At first glance, it looks like singing bamboo, but in fact, it's a metaphor for people. Wonderful, wonderful." Chen Tai stroked his beard with a long smile.

After their comments, they immediately looked at Xu Qian and said, "does this poem have a name?"

Xu Qian immediately knew what they were up to, and shook his head with a smile: "it has not been named, so it needs teachers to polish it."

The three great Confucians tacit understanding step back a few steps, vigilant looking at each other, brewing how to fight for the right of signature.

At this time, Zhao shouchang just laughed three times and said, "let me name this poem."“？”

Zhang Shen and others, face stiff twist neck to see him. It's not that Xu Ningyan's poems don't look good?

Zhao Shou frowned and said in displeasure:

"what do you think I'm doing? Isn't this poem Xu Ningyan's use of bamboo as a metaphor for me? I have been sticking to Yunlu Academy for decades. Like this bamboo, I firmly believe that the green mountain will not relax and let the East, West, North and south wind prevail. "

After that, without waiting for the opportunity for the three great Confucians to respond, they said, "quit three hundred Li, and don't disturb me in writing poems."

The three great Confucians disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Shou spread out his paper and raised his pen excitedly. As he wrote, he said with emotion: "good poem, good poem, my life is complete. Well, Ning Yan, this poem is written by you, but I'm the tutor, and I'll give you some advice, right

At this time, the three great Confucians flashed and said angrily, "Dean, stop it!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeve: "quit 500 Li."

The great Confucians disappeared. The next second, they appeared again and roared, "shameless old thief, we are different from you."

"It seems that you haven't moved your muscles and bones for a long time. Please give me a hand."

"We're not scared. What about third grade? We're not afraid of you."

"Oh, it's not that I despise you. I can easily suppress another ten."

Xu Qi'an runs away with Zhong Li.

...

at the top of Qingyun Mountain, the clear air rushes to the sky and blows away the clouds. Four figures beat you in the sky, come and go.

The noise was so loud that it immediately alarmed the students and teachers in the Academy.

"How did the dean and the great scholars fight?"

"Well, what's the matter? Well, why are we fighting? Don't harm us."

"It's very common for the three Confucians to fight, but the Dean started to fight. What's going on? "

"It's not common for the three great Confucians to fight. In the first few times, they were fighting for Xu Shikui's poems."

At this time, someone whispered: "I, I just saw Xu Shikui taking a woman to the dean's bamboo forest."

No.... There was a fierce silence all around. The students and teachers were very cheeky.

On the other side, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuan look up at the small courtyard where the Xu family members rest. Their hearts are throbbing.

"Don't worry, it must be the elder brother who wrote the poem again. The three great Confucians are fighting." Xu Erlang waved his hand.

It's not like a movement made by a master of four grades..... Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuan said.

They didn't care and continued to listen to Xu Erlang.

"Lingyin has a very strange talent. She can't learn what she doesn't want to learn. No matter how much she teaches, it won't help. So don't think you're special, think you can enlighten her. "

Xu Erlang almost didn't say: don't insult yourself.

Li Miaozhen shook his head: "that's no good. I used to stay with the Xu family. I promised Mrs. Xu that I would help teach Lingyin. Later, I was delayed because of something. Now everything is done, and it's time to fulfill my promise."

Chu Yuan Zhen smiles. He sees more intelligent people. It's a pleasure to see the stupid ones occasionally.

...

when Xu Qi'an and Zhong Li return to the courtyard, they notice that the atmosphere in the courtyard is a little stiff. Li Miaozhen sits on a small bench with a dull face and lax pupils.

Like a girl in lovelorn, depressed and decadent.

Chu Yuanzhen holds his sword that never comes out of its sheath. His back is against the wall, and his face is expressionless. But the green tendons of his forehead jump out of him.

"You two, it seems that something is not happy?" Xu Qi'an examined the two companions.

They ignored him.

Xu Erlang sighed: "great Xia Chu and Taoist priest Li have to teach Lingyin to read and count."

Xu Qi'an was surprised and arched his hands to them.

Li Miaozhen felt that Xu Ningyan was mocking her. He grabbed the pebble and hit it.

...

after lunch, Xu Qi'an returns to Xu's house with his family. Second Uncle Xu employs three carriages and goes to the outer city to call his servants back.

When the servants came back, my aunt directed them to sweep.

Xu Qi'an sits on the roof, watching the servants come and go busily, listening to Chu Yuanzhen and Xu Erlang talk about classics. They show off their knowledge.

In the inner hall, Chu Caiwei brings the best cakes from guiyuelou. Lina and Xu Lingyin eat with her.

Li Miaozhen meditates in the guest room, while Su Su talks endlessly.

And beside him, Zhong Li, wrapped in a cloth robe, hugged his knee, and cleverly accompanied him.

"With the combat power of Xu's mansion, even if emperor Jing of Yuan wanted to revenge, he would not be afraid of assassination unless he sent a large army to besiege him." Xu Qi said with ease.

When the lotus seeds of Taoist Jinlian are ripe, we have to leave the capital and let Yang Qianhuan and Caiwei take care of our family.JianZheng promised me that he would protect Xu Fu, and he didn't want to force me into the palace, cutting the dog's head of Yuanjing emperor.

"You sit here and don't move. I'll go into the room and see a distinguished guest. When she's gone, you'll come down." Xu Qi'an turns to tell Zhong Li.

Zhong Li nodded silently: "well."

Xu Qian immediately jumped off the roof, returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, then took out the fragments of the book and poured out a talisman sword.

This Fujian was given to him by Luo Yuheng and Chu Yuanzhen when he was going north.

So far, Xu Qian still doesn't know whether the kind-hearted little aunt gave him this thing because she wanted to make friends with him, or Taoist Jinlian asked for it for him.

Before returning to Xu's house, he used the fragments of the land book to contact the Taoist priest Jinlian. Through him, he confirmed that Luo Yuheng was half of himself and could be properly trusted.

Jinlian Taoist priest also said that Fujian could be used as a messenger to let him contact Luo Yuheng without going to the Imperial City in person.

Hold the Fu sword tightly, mobilize the spirit, put in a wisp of mental energy, and whispered: "national master, national master, I'm Xu Qi'an......"

it's better to find out about the soul pill, otherwise I always feel like a lump in the throat. In addition, it is also a reminder to Luo Yuheng, let her guard against the emperor of Yuan Jing.

Brush the beauty's favor by the way, and strive for Luo Yuheng to become the boss I can rely on in the future.

Auntie, I don't want to work any harder...

after repeating for a while, Fujian didn't respond.

It seems that the national master doesn't want to talk to me. Sure enough, my status and status are too low after all. In the eyes of a noble and powerful woman like Luo Yuheng, it's still too far away...

Xu Qian thinks helplessly.

He is about to give up, suddenly, a golden column of light from the sky, through the roof, fell in the house.

In the golden pillar of light, a beautiful shadow condenses, wearing a lotus crown, wearing a Taoist robe, a little red cinnabar in the center of the eyebrow, and beautiful facial features.

She has the intellectual nature of a kind aunt, the charm of her mother and friends, and the beauty of the girl next door.

Did you really come?

Before Xu Qian was surprised, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles rolling from the roof. Then, a figure rolled down from the eaves and fell heavily in the yard.

Zhong Li didn't move for a long time. After a while, he got up and walked away.

Luo Yuheng suddenly said: "Why are there people on your roof? It's coming too fast. I didn't notice

"..."

No, it's not that you didn't pay attention, it's fate that makes you "deliberately" ignore her, poor elder martial sister Zhong......

LUO Yuheng's eyes are clear and cold, and he nodded: "what can I do for you?"

PS: I should have updated three chapters today. I think it would be better to merge the three chapters into two chapters and make up for the number of words. Today's word count is 12000 +