In less than a moment, the Wang girl came again, walking in a hurry, with a red face and a slight breath. She handed a thick volume to Zhang Yuan and said: "This is the summary of the four books compiled by my father, specifically for writing.
Take a look at the eight-part essay."
Zhang Yuan took the heavy volume and saw that there was no title on the cover. He opened a page and saw that Wang Siren's exquisite regular script was pleasing to the eye. He couldn't help but praise him. After reading two more pages attentively, he said in admiration: "Read this book thoroughly."
, you can easily solve small questions like the meaning of the Four Books, this is simply a secret book for scientific examinations."
Miss Wang smiled and said, "I have read all of this book. I am not exaggerating. If I were to take the childbirth examination now, it would not be difficult to become a scholar."
Little Xinu Wuling made a clicking sound with his tongue, expressing his surprise and a bit of disbelief.
Miss Wang glanced sideways at Wu Ling and said, "You go out first and don't stop me from talking to your young master."
Wu Ling exited the study room and sat on a small peach to peel oranges and eat them. He thought to himself: "Wang Ke's surname is Wang, and this prince's surname is also Wang. They all look like women."
Zhang Yuan flipped through a few pages, handed the book back to Miss Wang, and said, "I can't read this, Mr. Jian'an will scold me."
Miss Wang's eyes widened and she said, "No, you are so pedantic and old-fashioned."
Zhang Yuan laughed at what she said, and explained: "Mr. Jian'an asked me to sort out and understand by myself, instead of reciting the book for me. This is definitely not that Mr. Jian'an is being stingy, but that he sorted it out and understood it by himself."
More profoundly, if you just memorize it, it may seem like you can get ahead quickly, but in fact, speed is not good enough.”
"How strange!" Miss Wang sighed: "My father told my brother the same thing that day, but you will bet with Yao Xiucai at the end of October. You must obey the authority in a hurry."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, don't be in a hurry, it's still too late."
Miss Wang stared at Zhang Yuan and said for a long time: "Then I don't care about you, you can work hard on your own."
Zhang originally thought she would leave after saying this, but unexpectedly she was still sitting there and said, "Work hard, I'll watch you work hard."
Zhang Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Brother Wang, how can I concentrate on my studies when you look at me like this?"
The Wang girl said: "It's strange. When you go to the county school or the Imperial College, will you study alone behind closed doors?"
Zhang Yuan was speechless.
At this moment, a young maid in green clothes ran over in a panic and called out: "Miss Yingzi, Madam is looking for you, please go back quickly."
Wu Ling heard a "click" sound at the door, and the half-peeled orange in his hand fell to the ground, dumbfounded.
Miss Wang, who had been sitting calmly, turned red all over her pink face. She didn't dare to look up at Zhang Yuan, left her seat, turned around, and walked away quickly as if she didn't even move.
With his pointed ears, Zhang Yuan faintly heard Miss Wang Yingzi scolding the girl in a low voice. He couldn't help but laugh and thought to himself: "Now she's exposed. She will be embarrassed to come out again in the future. This is best. I can't help but laugh."
I don’t want to feel sorry for my beloved teacher Wang Siren.”
Wu Ling picked up the oranges on the ground, walked over and said, "Master, this king——"
Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows and said: "You are not allowed to talk about today's incident to others. No one is allowed to say it. If word spreads, I will beat you up." Once things spread, they will go bad, and rumors will come.
Wu Ling hurriedly said: "Young man, how dare you? You are always tight-lipped, so don't worry, young master." Seeing that the young master closed his eyes and thought about reading, he withdrew from the door, still sitting on the small stool, thinking about it, even peeling off his hands.
I forgot to eat the good oranges——
Although Wu Ling was a domestic slave, he had been reading and literate with his young master since he was a child, and he still had a few drops of ink in his belly. In recent years, Xi Zhang has often staged operas, such as "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion". Wu Ling has seen them all
, I have read "The Romance of the West Chamber" several times. Today I saw this young lady from the Wang family disguised as a man and ran to the young master. Wu Ling suddenly thought of "The Romance of the West Chamber". In Wu Ling's opinion, "When the moon is under the west chamber, the door facing the wind is half open.
"The shadows of the flowers on the curtain are moving, and I suspect that a beautiful lady is coming." This poem is both easy to understand and charming. It is really a good poem. It is much better than "The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river." But now, it seems that my young master is going to compete with this king.
Miss Shi performed a real "West Chamber", which made little Xinu Wuling excited and looking forward to it. Then he thought: Where is the matchmaker? Where is the matchmaker?
For the next three days, Xiao Xi Nu Wu Ling was always looking forward to the show, but to his disappointment, Miss Wang Yingzi never appeared again, and the young master always closed his eyes and thought about things in the book. Wu Ling thought to himself: Young Master
It's so boring to sit in the study and study all the time. Why is it different from the one in the play? Is it because there is no moon? Well, there is no moon at the beginning of the month, but there will be one in a few days. I just hope it doesn't rain -
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At noon on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Siren came to the study. He basically ignored Zhang Yuan in the past three days, but he knew about Zhang Yuan's silent study, although it was a bit difficult to sort through the Four Books in three days.
, but Zhang Yuan cannot judge it with common sense. Who made Zhang Yuan make a bet with Yao Fu when he was young and energetic? Therefore, Zhang Yuan must do this within three days. Otherwise, writing Qingtong's eight-part essay before the end of October is just a dream.
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When Zhang Yuan saw Wang Siren coming in, he quickly stood up.
Wang Siren sat down, looked at Zhang Yuan, and asked, "Can you still understand it?"
Zhang Yuan said respectfully: "Teacher, please ask a question."
Wang Siren smiled and said: "Xiong is very successful, okay, then let me ask you, how many places are benevolence mentioned in the Four Books? How many different meanings of benevolence are there?"
Zhang Yuan took his time and answered one by one, especially his analysis of benevolence and wealth, benevolence and ritual music, and benevolence and gentlemen and villains. Wang Siren smiled and twisted his beard.
He said: "You are so smart and eager to learn, you are really a seed for reading. Haha, Mr. Qidong is hoping that you will lose to that Yao scholar."
Zhang Yuandao: "The teacher must also know about the bad deeds of the Yao student. The student also took the opportunity of the bet to encourage himself to study hard and make progress. Wouldn't it be good to eliminate some harm to the hometown at the same time?"
Wang Siren heard Zhang Rulin say that day that Zhang Yuan had another good strategy to defeat Yao Fu. These eight-legged Zhang Yuan wanted to learn, so he said: "Now that you have understood it, you can take a look at the notes of the Four Books I compiled.
The exposition of small questions in the Four Books is very precise. After reading, I can deal with the small questions and eight-part essays in the Four Books with ease no matter what the question is." Turning to the boy waiting by the door, he said: "Go to the study room in the inner courtyard and look in the bookcase number B.
, take my notebook with no words on the cover."
The child answered the call and went.
Zhang Yuan was complaining in his heart. The notes of the Four Books were in this study. Miss Wang Yingzi left in a hurry the day before yesterday and did not take the book with her. He did not read it and put it aside casually. Now Wang Siren asked the child to
Go and get it, where can you get it?
The matter was quite ambiguous and difficult to explain at the moment. Zhang Yuan was just thinking about his explanation when the boy came back and reported: "Master, I didn't find that notebook. I searched all over the B-size bookcase, but there is nothing there."
Wang Siren shook his head and said to Zhang Yuan: "Wait a moment, I will go find it myself." He got up and walked——
Zhang Yuan said hurriedly: "Teacher, wait a minute, the students have something to say."
Zhang Yuan didn't have anything to say, he just held out the volume of notes from the Four Books.
Wang Siren was stunned and asked: "Why are you here? I saw it in the bookcase in the inner courtyard the day before yesterday?"
Zhang Yuandao: "On the afternoon of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Mr. Wang brought it to the students, but the students did not read it."
"Prince?" Wang Siren frowned slightly, then suddenly realized, he went into the inner courtyard without saying a word. He came out after half an hour. The dusk had already fallen heavily, and the study was dark.
Wang Si appointed a servant to hold the lamp and said to Zhang Yuan: "Now that I have brought the notes, you can read them. You could not read them three days ago, but you can read them now." He actually did not mention a word about his daughter Wang Yingzi's meeting with Zhang Yuan.
If Wang Siren didn't mention it, Zhang Yuan naturally wouldn't mention it either. If he wanted to describe it more and more darkly, he just thought Wang Yingzi was the prince's son and said: "Teacher, the student wants to go back to Shanyin to visit his mother tomorrow and will come back early the day after tomorrow."
Wang Siren agreed.
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