Hearing the familiar voice of Mei Lin, Lin Wanwan recognized the person's identity without even having to see the person. She had no choice but to recognize the other person's voice too well.
"Nice to meet you. My cousin is also at the Gexian Temple today." Lin Wanwan put down the angry and writhing little Qingyu and took her hand to walk towards the source of the sound.
As a result, Xiao Qingyu's little feet were as if they were nailed to the ground, and she pushed her butt back with all her strength, refusing to leave. She also heard the identity of the person who spoke, and she didn't want to go there at all!
Lin Wanwan had no choice but to squat down and look at her and said: "What's the matter, Xiao Yu'er, are you still having a temper? Don't you want to go in?"
Xiao Qingyu pouted and lowered her head, saying nothing and resisting silently.
The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. Lin Wanwan looked back and saw the person coming. It was Xiao Chong who could take away all the light around him when he appeared. Beside him were a young man who was about eight or nine years old and a young man.
Shuqi and other slaves.
Xiao Qingyu looked up curiously at Xiao Erlang, who was a few years older than her, and the other party looked at the pink-puffed little girl in front of her with the same curiosity.
Xiao Chong saluted and invited Lin Wanwan: "Since my cousin is here, why don't we go to the pavilion to have a cup of tea together, please."
Lin Wanwan stood up and returned the greeting: "Cousin, you are polite, please."
This time, little Qingyu didn't cause any trouble, and was led obediently by Lin Wanwan's hand as she walked forward. With the appearance of a strange child, little Qingyu's interest greatly increased.
There is a pavilion at the end of the plum forest. There is a tea set on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. In front of it is a small red clay stove. On the stove is a double-eared silver pot, in which tea is boiling.
Behind the stone table stood an old man in a green shirt with white beard and hair, who was making tea. He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a fairy-like manner. He looked very old, but his figure was tall and straight, not old-looking at all, and he was somewhat similar to the old immortal Sun.
Several people approached the pavilion, and the servants stood outside the pavilion. Several people, in order of age, sat on their knees on the futons spread in the pavilion.
Xiao Chong said with a smile: "Mr. Cao, the person who just recited the line 'The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrant plum blossoms' is my cousin Lin Wanwan. Cousin, I came to see Cao
old.
Mr. Cao is a great scholar from Yangzhou who is proficient in the calligraphy of various schools. He compiled Guiyuan Zhucong, annotated Guangya, and wrote Miscellaneous Records of Ancient and Modern Calligraphy and Pictures. This year, he took his young disciples on a study tour and passed through Qiantang."
Wow! He is actually a historical celebrity!
This Lin Wanwan knew that the other person had crossed over from the Sui Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and served as a secretary and bachelor in the Sui Dynasty. He was quite famous among the gentry. Later Li Shimin recruited him to be a bachelor of Hongwen Hall, but he declined because he was old, so he paid homage to Dr. San and devoted himself to
Study "Selected Works of Zhaoming".
Lin Wanwan secretly glanced at Xiao Chong. No wonder they knew each other. Prince Zhaoming was his ancestor.
Then she glanced at the little boy aside, guessing the identity of the other person. The young boy who could be taken by Cao Xian to study would definitely not be an unknown person, but which big boss would he be in the cub stage?
Woolen cloth?
After Cao Xian finished a set of smooth tea-making procedures, he raised his head and looked at Lin Wanwan, and said with a smile: "The Three Character Classic is based on typical materials. It is an easy-to-understand enlightenment book. I heard that you wrote it, right? Human
She is upright, studies the classics, and writes excellent poems. She is indeed a good lady."
Lin Wanwan said modestly: "I am ashamed, I am not doing these. I just learned them from my master."
Cao Xian asked again: "I wonder what your master's surname is?"
Lin Wanwan said in the same old way: "Master has never left his real name and calls himself Qingshan layman."
"Qingshan layman? I am an old man who is ignorant and ignorant. I have never heard of it. To be able to teach a student like you, your master must be a great talent. In addition to the Three Character Classic, do you have any other works left in the world?"
Lin Wanwan said: "I didn't deliberately organize the transcripts, but I kept all the things I learned in my mind, such as arithmetic, chemistry, physics, geography, agriculture and so on. There is also a volume of medical books left behind, and I was lucky enough to meet Sun Yat-sen University just now.
The old god is about to offer it."
Cao Xian said with emotion: "There are also medical books? You don't want to keep them as family treasures, but are you willing to make them public?"
Lin Wanwan said calmly: "I just follow the master's teachings carefully and don't let the good books get dusty. The medical skills recorded in the medical books can cure patients all over the world. They should be handed over to old gods like Sun Shenxian so that they can be put to full use."
"Okay, okay! The reputation of Qingshan layman should be celebrated!" Cao Xian Laohuai poured four cups of tea comfortingly, and extended his hand to invite her to drink tea, "Come, try the tea I cooked. This tea is produced at Shifeng Peak in West Lake
, it is cooked with snow water from the mountains, suitable for people who are upright and upright."
Lin Wanwan picked up the tea saucer and took a sip, and praised a few words against her will.
After Xiao Chong slowly took a few sips of tea, he picked up the topic just now and said, "My cousin only recited half of the poem just now. How about the first two sentences? I am really itchy, so please give me some advice."
Lin Wanwan turned her head and glanced at Xiao Chong, who was sitting next to her, and said with a smile: "I don't dare to teach you, this is what the master made, I just recited it.
Poem title "Snow Plum"
Plum and snow contend for spring but refuse to fall,
Sao Renge's commentary on writing fees.
Mei Xu Xun's snow is three-thirds white,
Snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms."
Xiao Chong recited secretly on the tip of his tongue for a moment and praised: "It's really a good poem. I especially like the last two lines. People need to be self-aware and learn from their strengths to make up for their weaknesses. What do you think, Mr. Cao?"
Cao Xian agreed: "This poem uses plum blossoms and snow to compete with spring to warn everyone in the world. It is indeed a masterpiece and will be passed down for generations. Take care of your neighbors and get the pen and ink of your teacher. Such a good poem, good scene, and good time should be
Remember it."
"Here!" The child who was sitting quietly on the side bowed his head empty-handed after hearing this, stood up and left.
But because of the word "Zhaolin", a flash of light flashed in Lin Wanwan's mind, and she secretly thought: "Zhaolin, is it Lu Zhaolin, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty?"
So he asked: "Is your surname Lu?"
Cao Xian replied: "Yes, this child is from the Fanyang Lu family."
Xiao Chong smiled and said: "Does he have the surname Lu engraved on his face? Wanwan, how could you guess right?"
"I can pinch and calculate." Lin Wanwan smiled mysteriously.
When the little boy Lu Zhaolin came back with the servant carrying the four treasures of the study, the maid had already entered the pavilion and put away the tea sets on the stone table. Lu Zhaolin placed the four treasures of the study one by one before kneeling down next to Xiao Qingyu.
Xiao Qingyu turned her head to look at him, quietly handed him a few melted beans, and said in a low voice: "These are yogurt melted beans, they are delicious."
Lu Zhaolin looked at Xiao Qingyu with a tangled face, looking like she wanted something but was restrained by etiquette.
Lin Wanwan saw the little actions of the two little guys with sharp eyes, and laughed and said: "You two little guys are bored staying here, why don't you go play in the snow outside the forest."
Xiao Qingyu immediately said: "Okay! Okay!"
Lu Zhaolin looked up at his master. Cao Xian waved his hand and said with a smile, "Go ahead and be careful with your sister."
"Here!" Lu Zhao made another polite bow before retreating.