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Chapter one hundred and seventy-fifth happy

The mountains are cool and cool, and you have a good night's sleep.

It was already bright when Zhang Yuan woke up. He lay on his pillow and listened to the chirping of birds. Hey, who was Wu Ling talking to?

"The young master went to bed late last night studying and composing. In the past, the young master always got up very early. After getting up, he had to practice Wu Qin Xi to keep fit."

"Um"

This "um" sound is low and gentle, just like the lingering sound of a flute.

Zhang Yuan got off his bed and walked out of the hut with his dove-head shoes. The morning sun had not yet risen and the morning breeze was cool. It was the best time in summer. He saw Shang Danran with three buns, a eyebrow mask and a willow top.

Wearing a green silk cardigan, underneath is a light blue water silk skirt, and pink flower shoes. A few steps away, there is a young maidservant -

Shang Danran stood at the foot of the stone steps, with his head slightly raised, his eyebrows were like green feathers, his eyes were like morning stars, his bright red lips were lightly pursed, with a faint smile, when he saw Zhang Yuan suddenly walked out, with his clothes open, and

Shoes, with disheveled hair, I couldn't help being surprised. My face turned slightly red, I lowered my eyes and folded my eyes, and asked, "Is Mr. Zhang used to living here?"

Zhang Yuan looked at his fiancée with a smile, and felt that he liked her more face to face. This was of course because of the attraction of Dan Ranli's beauty. Love is inherently complicated and is intertwined with many factors. The physical attraction of both men and women is one of them.

Key factor-

"I slept soundly, and I never woke up from my spring sleep." Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "I didn't expect Miss Shang to come visit me so early."

Shang Danran said calmly, "I have been coming here early these days to paint."

The little maid behind Miss Shang said crisply, "Yes, my lady comes here every day."

Zhang Yuan thought, "Dan Ran is quite scheming. He came here every day a few days ago, and he still comes now, so people in the house don't feel out of place." Of course, he didn't point it out, so as not to make Shang Danran shy, he said, "I saw it, I

You don’t know how to paint, but you still think you can paint well. Which famous artist’s painting style did Miss Shang follow?”

Shang Danran said: "He is a Taoist of Plum Blossoms. My eldest brother has collected more than ten landscape paintings by Taoist Meihua, such as "The Fisherman on the Spring River" and "Panana Beauty". When I first started to learn painting, I felt happy when I saw Taoist Meihua's paintings, so I copied them and studied them.

, today’s writing skills are still very childish.”

Zhang Yuandao: "I'm ashamed, which calligrapher and painter is the name of Taoist Meihua?"

Shang Danran smiled and said, "That's Yang Weizhen, also known as Tieya. He was the first of the three masters in the late Yuan Dynasty. He had many names, including Taoist Iron Flute, Taoist Tiexin, and Taoist Tieguan."

Zhang Yuandao said: "It turns out that Plum Blossom Taoist is Yang Weizhen. The book I brought up the mountain this time is Yang Weizhen's "The Spring and Autumn Period" - Miss Shang, please sit down for a moment while I go wash up."

Zhang Yuan took the toiletries, ran to sit by the hidden spring, brushed his teeth with willow powder, washed his face, dressed in a bun and put on his crown. He came back refreshed, only to find that the hut was empty, and Shang Danran and the little maid were missing. He finally asked Wu Ling

"Xiao Wu, is Miss Shang going down the mountain?"

Before Wu Ling could answer, he heard a chuckle coming from the bamboo pavilion behind the thatched cottage. Zhang Yuan looked up and saw that the bamboo pavilion was on a high ground. Shang Danran and the maidservant were sitting on the bamboo pavilion as if they were on the roof of the thatched cottage.

Zhang Yuan walked to the pavilion and said, "Miss Shang, watch me practice Tai Chi."

Shang Danran said with a smile; the maid next to him, who was watching Zhang Yuan Yun Shu's boxing like a roll of clouds, asked softly: "Miss Zhang, Mr. Zhang's punches are so slow, how can he hit someone?"

Shang Danran said softly: "This punch is not for hitting people, but for fitness. It is similar to Wu Qin Xi and Ba Duan Jin."

The little maid said, "Hit someone too. Didn't Mr. Zhang kick that man in Longshan on the night of the Lantern Festival? My maid saw it."

Shang Danran smiled "chi" and looked at Zhang Yuan under the pavilion with the corners of his robe tucked around his waist. He looked at his palms, clapped his feet left and right, and looked at his fists with the bottom of his elbows. His movements were smooth and flowing, and he felt very happy.

Zhang Yuan practiced once, his limbs relaxed, and he said to Shang Danran in the pavilion: "Miss Shang, how about I teach you to practice boxing and keep fit?"

Shang Danran smiled and shook his head and said, "This is not good." It was a bit of a joke.

Zhang Yuandao: "Then let me watch you play Cuju." The "Picture of a Girl Cuju" is his collection. Today, the person in the painting is right in front of him. Wouldn't it be wonderful if he could see her play Cuju with his own eyes.

Shang Danran shook his head again and said, "I didn't bring Cuju."

Zhang Yuan then told the maid, "Remember to bring it tomorrow morning. Don't forget it."

The maid responded and looked at Xiao Ji. There was a smile on Xiao Ji's lips, but she had no intention of disapproving.

Zhang Yuan asked, "Miss Dan Ran, are you going to finish the painting of White Horse Mountain Residence? Remember to add two young masters to the thatched cottage, and two beautiful girls and a maid in the bamboo pavilion."

With a smile on his face, Shang Danran came down from the bamboo pavilion and went to the study room of the thatched cottage. Zhang Yuan polished his ink and watched Shang Danran persistently outline the Tetons with a small tube of hair. The ink was thick and light, dry and wet, and he used the pen mainly in the center to paint the mountains and rocks.

Most of the paintings are drawn against the front, showing the appearance of the mountains and rocks, the huts, bamboo pavilions and iron lines. They were painted very quickly. They must have been conceived for many days. They were left unfinished while waiting for Zhang Yuan to arrive. Shang Danran took a few glances at Wuling.

, and then painted a boy with a department head sitting on the stone steps in front of the hut, holding his chin in a daze, as if listening to the cicadas chirping, Wu Ling thought to himself: "This is not me, I am older than this boy."

Zhang Yuan asked; "Where am I?"

Shang Danran smiled and quickly drew a picture of a young scholar holding a scroll and chanting in front of the thatched cottage window -

Zhang Yuandao: "This painting is wrong."

Shang Danran asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuandao said, "You should sit by the side and read for me."

Shang Danran blushed on his cheeks. Of course, he didn't follow Zhang Yuan's instructions and retouched the painting carefully. It took him more than half an hour. He looked up at the window and saw the sun shining in his eyes. "Ah" he said with a voice; "I want to

You have gone down the mountain, Mr. Zhang, shall I come back tomorrow?"

Zhang Yuan heard Shang Danran's tone of voice was not firm, and knew that there was room for change, so he hurriedly said, "Look at how bright the sun is. I really can't read much. Xiao Wu is stumbling in reading, what can I do?"

Shang Danran's eyelashes flashed and his eyes were bright. He glanced at Zhang Yuan and said softly, "I'm afraid my second brother will blame me."

Zhang Yuandao said: "Second brother also knows that I want to be eye-catching. If you study for me, second brother will feel happy."

Shang Danran said, "Then I'll ask the second brother for instructions first, okay?"

Zhang Yuandao said, "I went out of my way to tell you that I was in trouble, so you can stay here and study for me. My second brother will definitely be happy to see you when he comes."

At this time, the Shang family's divination people brought breakfast to Zhang Yuan's divination master. He was a little surprised when he saw Miss Dan Ran here. Zhang Yuan ordered, "Send four portions of lunch. Miss Dan Ran is going to study for me here."

"

Shang Danran's face turned red and he couldn't say anything.

After Shang's divination man came down from the mountain, Zhang Yuan opened the food box and saw two large bowls of lotus seed porridge and two plates of sumi cakes. Zhang Yuan took out the tea bowl and spoon, scooped out a bowl of lotus seed porridge and brought it to Shang Danran. Shang Ranran was immediately at a loss.

Said: "How dare you bother Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Please have some porridge." He quickly ate up the remaining half of the bowl of lotus seed porridge and three pieces of sumi pancake.

Looking at Shang Danran again, she was holding the tea bowl, blushing to her neck. It was so embarrassing to eat porridge in front of Zhang Yuan, but she couldn't put down the bowl, lest Zhang Yuan served it to her with his own hands. How could she brush Zhang Yuan's hand?

But Mianzi heard Zhang Yuan say, "I'm full, Miss Danran, take it easy." He took out the remaining half plate of sumi cakes for Wu Ling to eat. After walking around outside the hut for a while, when he went back in, Shang Danran had already put the lotus seeds in the tea bowl.

After drinking the porridge, Shang Danran blushed again when he saw Zhang Yuan coming in. Dining together felt like a couple. Do we have to eat together like this for lunch?

At three o'clock in the morning, Shang Zhoude came outside the thatched cottage and heard his younger sister Shang Danran studying;

"- Gongyang Liang wrote it for the scriptures. The ceremony is detailed and the purpose of the words is concise and strict, which is beyond the reach of others. I commented that for example, Liang Gong's painting of water and wood can be achieved if you are specialized in the art.

Deep and shallow, each comes from its own cleverness. Zuo's writings are full of order, large and small, formed into lines, just like the waves of water. Shang and Zhou De twisted his beard and smiled, stopped to listen for a long time, and then

Stepping into the study room of the thatched cottage, Zhang Yuan and Shang Danran quickly stood up to greet him. Shang Zhoude smiled and said, "It's very nice to have a little girl reading for Jiezi here."

Zhang Yuan and Shang Danran couldn't help but look at each other, feeling secretly happy.

Shang Danran sat for a while, told his younger sister Danran to go back early in the evening, and left. After all, he had already been hired. Shang Zhoude was not worried that Zhang Yuan and his younger sister Danran were too close. It was a sunny day.

, and with Wu Ling and the little maid Yun Jin, Zhang Yuan and his little sister would not do anything beyond the rules. Zhang Yuandao said: "I'm going to make tea, but Xiao Wu can't cook it well."

Now that his second brother had allowed him to be here, Shang Danran felt much more relaxed and said, "Then I'll help you."

Zhang Yuan removed the ashes and put in the charcoal. Shang Danran fanned the fire with a plain bamboo fan, and the dark fire became bright again. Zhang Yuan washed the Yixing teapot with a bamboo whisk and broom, poured water into it and waited for it to boil. The two of them looked at each other, and they were affectionate. Shang Danran

Unable to bear this kind of passion, he lowered his head first. His cheeks were flushed, there were slight beads of sweat on his nose, and he felt that her beauty was indescribable. Zhang Yuan wanted to go over and kiss her, but he still restrained himself for fear of being shocked.

Shang Danran, if Danran thinks he is frivolous, it will be bad if he gets annoyed. This cannot be rushed—

After the water boils, first pour a few spoons of cold water into the tea, so that the boiling water will not damage the flavor of the tea. This is called tea-making method. After cooking the tea, Zhang Yuan took the teapot back to the study room and poured two cups of tea.

Shang Danran read "Juan Qiu Jie" to Zhang Yuan again. Shang Danran read softly and did not read quickly. This way, it was not strenuous and did not hurt her throat, so she could read for a long time. Zhang Yuan would not let her read for too long, so she read about

After five or six pages, Shang Danran would stop. Shang Danran drank tea to soothe his throat, while he closed his eyes and silently recited the words Shang Danran had just read, remembering and deepening his understanding. Shang Danran asked: "Mr. Zhang, you have to close your eyes.

Do you remember it only after listening to the book?" When she was reading, Zhang Yuan would close his eyes and remain motionless as if he was about to fall asleep. Shang Danran had never seen Zhang Yuan's ability to recite words from ear to ear, and only learned Zhang Yuan's méngmu chess.

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Shang Danran, smiling and saying, "Close your eyes so that you won't be distracted. Otherwise, it will be difficult to concentrate when looking at you."

Shang Danran, with a beautiful face, looked away and said, "How about I test you?" He turned over a few pages and read a sentence casually, and Zhang Yuan recited the long paragraph after several attempts.

, there was no mistake or omission, Shang Danran said in admiration: "In the past, after dinner, Li Qingzhao and her husband Zhao Mingcheng were sitting in the Return Hall, making tea, pointing to the piled books, saying something in a certain book, a certain volume, which page, which line, who said?

If you win, who drinks tea first? If it is Mr. Zhang, who can win?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "You can beat me."

Shang Danran shook his head and said, "Although I am quite good at memorizing things, I am not as good as you."

Zhang Yuandao said: "We will bet on other things in the future, not this."

Shang Danran really wanted to ask what he was betting on, but he was too shy to ask.

At noon, Shang's divination man went up the mountain carrying two food boxes with food for four people. This hut on Baima Mountain really became Zhang Yuan and Shang Danran's home. In the evening, Zhang Yuan sent Shang Danran and his maid Yunjin down the mountain.

At the Tea Garden Pier, watching Shang Danran and his maid serve tea, they were reluctant to leave and full of expectations.

Zhang Yuan felt that the days of studying like this were really happy, but it was a pity that he could not study at night, otherwise he would die of happiness. Well, it was so happy that it was not good to have fun all at once. He had to be happy slowly.

The lonely lamp in the fluorescent window, the Spring and Autumn Annals, the candles are extinguished and I sit on the couch, the starlight enters the room, this night has passed again.

The next day Zhang Yuan got up early, washed up and walked to the pier at the foot of the mountain. He saw Shang Danran and his maid Yunjin getting off the boat and landing. The maid Yunjin was holding a net bag in her hand. In the net bag was a ball sewn with eight pieces of cowhide.

This is Cuju ball.

Zhang Yuan said happily, "Yunjin didn't forget to bring Cuju."

The maid Yun Jin said, "My maid almost forgot, but the lady reminded me."

Shang Danran smiled solemnly, took out a letter from the bottom of his sleeve and said to Zhang Yuan: "Master Zhang, please read this. This is a letter written by Jing Hui. I forgot to bring it to you yesterday. Xiao Hui doesn't know how to do it yet."

I wrote it in small regular script, with big characters, and I wrote it on five pieces of paper."

Zhang Yuan slowly climbed the stairs while reading Xiao Jinghui's letter. This letter was written after Xiao Jinghui arrived in the capital. It was written to his aunt Shang Danran. It mainly wrote about her coming to Beijing with her uncle, mother and sister.

Of my experiences, the trip to Hangzhou was the most written. I wrote a lot about how Zhang Gongzi’s brother Zhang Yuan read the letter and smiled. The lively, cute, naive and childish little Jing Hui seemed to be right in front of him, chattering to him all the way.

I remember that in the Bamboo Pavilion of Baima Mountain, Xiao Jinghui said, "Xiao Hui also wants to marry Mr. Zhang's brother with his aunt, okay?" Zhang Yuan was shocked at that time, but at the Canal Port in Hangzhou

When they said goodbye, Xiao Jinghui was worried that he would not recognize Mr. Zhang's brother when he met again in a few years. Shang Danran said: "I heard from the second brother that my eldest brother may not stay in Beijing for long. He has been transferred from Taijinbu Temple to the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

It is very likely that it will be released outside within one or two years."

Zhang Yuan asked, "Does the eldest brother hold any position in the Imperial Procuratorate?" Shang Danran said, "He is the censor of Zuo Qiandu."

Zhang Yuandao: "The Shaoqing of Taijin Bu Temple and the Imperial Censor Zuo Qian of the Ducha Yuan are both of the fourth rank. However, the Imperial Censor can correct and impeach hundreds of officials. He is the emperor's ear, eyes and ears, and has great authority. This is the eldest brother's promotion. The eldest brother is upright."

Integrity, the court has chosen people wisely this time."

Zhang Jiezi is happy, but the path is miserable!.


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