Since the beginning of winter on the fifth day of October, the weather has been getting colder day by day. In the second half of the year, it rained continuously for several days. Zhang Yuan was doing Bagu in Wang Siren's front yard study. His hands and feet were cold, and it was not time to light the brazier.
It’s a wet, cold and awkward time.
Wu Ling suddenly coughed loudly in front of the door, and then heard Miss Wang Yingzi's voice scolding: "Why are you coughing? This is my home, why do you need to come and report!"
Zhang Yuan smiled. Miss Yingzi always speaks straightforwardly and without any embarrassment. She is very different from other official ladies in purdah. It must be influenced by her father's cheerful and humorous personality. Miss Yingzi comes out occasionally these days.
After watching Zhang Yuan's eight-part essay, he got in after a few chats, and got along very naturally. Only Wu Ling often made a fuss, and liked to cough to indicate something -
Wang Yingzi had already put on Hanqiu and looked pale and small. She was carrying a brass heater in her hand. She walked into the study and placed the hand warmer on the desk and said, "I'll warm your hands."
Zhang Yuan's hands were cold and he said happily: "Thank you." He put his hands on the hollow grid of the hand-warming copper stove, feeling the heat of the charcoal fire. He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yingzi with a smile, and asked: "Teacher is out?"
Wang Yingzi said "Yeah": "How can I dare to come out if dad doesn't come out? He will stare at me."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It's just a glare, that doesn't matter."
Wang Yingzi said: "It's not like I'm glaring at you. Of course it doesn't matter to you. My father always praises you, and I'm tired of hearing it." He said with a "G" smile, tilted his head to read the eight-legged essay written by Zhang Yuan, and read.
Said: "——The position of monarch and ministers is also there. As for the autumn when the sky is angry and people are resentful, and everyone betrays relatives and leaves, then the position of monarch and ministers is not the same. Well, this is the title of the four books."
Zhang Yuandao: "After writing this article, today's homework is completed. I have to go home in the afternoon. In three days, I will have a eight-part fight with Yao Xiucai. I am very nervous."
"What are you worried about?" Wang Yingzi couldn't help but smile: "Dad said you are bound to win, and he also promised to take me to Shanyin Confucianism to watch you gamble on eight-part essay -" He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yuan
I was writing an unfinished eight-legged essay and said, "But your regular characters are really clumsy and ugly."
This sentence shocked Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan felt that his calligraphy had improved greatly in the past two months, and his small regular script had become more polished. He said, "Then please ask Miss Yingzi to write two characters for me to appreciate."
Wang Yingzi opened her eyes and laughed. This Miss Wang's smile was a bit special. Most other women would squint their eyes when they smiled, but her eyes widened, her eyebrows raised, she was surprised and laughing.
With a look on his face, he said: "You're not convinced, are you? Let my dad praise you so much that you don't know how high the heavens are, right?"
Being teased in front of a fifteen-year-old girl, Zhang Yuan was so angry that he said with a smile: "I have indeed heard a lot of good words these days. Miss Yingzi could just pour some cold water on me."
Wang Yingzi's eyebrows raised even higher: "Hehe, I thought you would jump up in anger. You are well behaved. Well, I'll pour some cold water on you. It's very cold - why don't I throw you this
Let’s finish this eight-part essay.”
Zhang Yuan gave way, and Wang Yingzi sat over, picked up his pen, polished it on the inkstone, and then quickly wrote:
"Therefore, when the king rises, those who obey him will prosper, and those who resist will perish. Those who obey are the king's assistants, and they are also the emperor's ministers, and they are necessary to guide them; those who are against them are traitors, and they are also rebellious officials, and they must be used as axes and axes.
Kaiya…”
Half of an eight-part essay of more than two hundred words was written in less than a moment. Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes to take a closer look. Let’s not talk about how well these eight-part essays continued. Just these few lines of small regular characters really made him feel ashamed. They were obviously worse than
The lines he wrote earlier were neat and round—
Wang Yingzi put down her pen and stared at Zhang Yuan with a smile. Zhang Yuan seemed to be blushing. Would a basin of cold water make him blush?
Zhang Yuan sighed in admiration: "Miss Yingzi is a great talent, but Xiaosheng—well, I admire you."
Wu Ling, who was listening with open ears by the door, was overjoyed. The show is coming. The young master has called himself a "xiaosheng" and is part of the show. Why did the young master change his words?
Wang Yingzi didn't notice anything was wrong, and said bluntly: "Your small regular script has no rules. Do you think you can write it in small regular script by shrinking the large regular script?"
Zhang Yuan was ashamed. He was indeed like this. His regular script was a smaller version of Magu Monument. He asked for advice: "How to practice it?"
Wang Yingzi said: "Didn't my father teach you calligraphy? Oh, you are eager to learn eight-part essay, right? Then I will tell you casually. When writing in regular script, don't use the reverse edge, just the sharp edge. You should mention it when you finish writing.
, don't fight back, don't hold the pen too tightly, keep your wrists active, and don't twist the pen barrel with your fingers - my father has many dharma teachings, you can ask my father for them later."
Zhang Yuan was truly impressed and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Miss Yingzi, for your guidance."
Wang Yingzi, like a teacher, didn't return the favor and suffered the sting.
After talking about regular script and eight-legged script, Wang Yingzi said that she had never devoted much attention to learning the art of making. She just listened in when her father taught her elder brother how to make the art a few years ago, and she gradually became good at it.
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "I've been influenced by my ears and my eyes. This is the origin of family education, but this also requires Miss Wang to be smart."
Wang Yingzi said: "Now I don't read those Confucian classics. They are of no use at all. I can't really be a sage by standing for a sage. Do you still want to eat cold pork in the Confucius Temple? Even Mencius almost didn't eat cold pork."
"
The so-called cold pork is the pork offered to Confucius in the Confucian Temple. The tablets of sages such as Mencius and Zhu Xi can also be used as sacrifices in the Confucius Temple. Zhang Yuan naturally knew this, but what happened to Mencius who almost ran out of cold pork?
"That's what my father said." Wang Yingzi chuckled and said, "When Emperor Gao of this dynasty first read Mencius, he saw that 'the king treats his ministers like grass and grass, and his ministers will regard him as a bandit.'
If you don't listen to the advice, you will change your position." Emperor Gao was furious and ordered that Mencius' tablet should be moved out of the Confucius Temple, and Mencius was not allowed to eat cold pork. Confucius and Mencius have always been called both. It is not allowed to have Confucius without Mencius. Emperor Gao later
Mencius was graciously allowed to eat meat, but all the unsightly sentences of Mencius were deleted, and the scientific examination was not allowed to ask questions from those deleted sentences."
Zhang Yuan laughed, and Wang Yingzi laughed too. Wu Ling, the little Xi Nu at the door, didn't understand. Seeing that the two of them were laughing so well, he laughed too.
While they were enjoying themselves, a little maid ran in and said, "Second Miss, the master has come in."
Wang Yingzi said "Oh" and got up and walked away. After walking a few steps, she came back and took the hand warmer away and said, "Dad will see it. Anyway, you have already written the eight-part essay, so there is no need to warm your hands."
He smiled and left.
Wang Siren entered the study room and saw Zhang Yuan sitting at his desk composing, and asked: "Have you finished the two production articles today? Don't be polite, just keep writing. I will comment immediately. You will go back in the afternoon."
Of course Wang Yingzi's handwriting was not suitable for Wang Siren to see, so Zhang Yuan copied the eight-part essay written by Wang Yingzi and presented it to Wang Siren together with the previous eight-part essay on Spring and Autumn Period. Wang Siren browsed it and said: "
These two articles break down the topic well and tie it together from beginning to end. They are both excellent articles, and the Spring and Autumn Period title is even better."
Zhang Yuan was secretly happy and said: "The students are very bad at lower regular script. Please ask the teacher to lend me a few volumes of lower regular script scripts for the students to copy."
Wang Siren nodded and said: "You have to practice your calligraphy hard. I will lend you two volumes of small regular script calligraphy. One is "Ling Fei Jing" written by Zhong Shaojing of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is "Before and After the Disciple's List" written by Zhu Zhishan of this dynasty.
, be careful not to deface it.”
They are all originals, so how dare you deface them? Zhang Yuan said: "The students still want to copy the teacher's regular script."
Wang Siren smiled and said: "Are you flattering me? Haha, it doesn't matter. I wrote a volume of Luo Shen Fu a few days ago and gave it to you." He also said: "These days, I have been arrested by the old monk of Yanqing Temple to write scriptures.
, the pen is dry."
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After lunch, Zhang Yuan went back to the west wing to pack his luggage and waited for Shi Shuang to pick it up.
Wu Ling asked: "Master, will you not live here in the future?"
Zhang Yuandao: "From now on, I will come here once every half month and ask the teacher to comment on my eight-legged essay. I no longer need to live here to study."
Wu Ling was a little disappointed. He just heard the word "xiaosheng", why is there no chance? I wonder if there will be any chance in the future? Thinking that in three days, the young master will become famous in Shanyin Academy with stereotypes, and Yao Yiguan will be in bad luck. Wu Ling
I feel happy again and full of expectations.
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