Under the Gongsun tree, the ground was covered with red and yellow fallen leaves. The October sun shone over the trees, and the shadows of the trees were faint. A single-coach carriage was parked there quietly. If it weren't for the bay-red horse driving it, which would flick its tail from time to time, it would be like a horse.
It is a still life painting, but this quiet beauty is just an appearance. Inside the carriage is a completely different scene, full of ambiguous warmth. Shang Danran, his eldest sister-in-law Fu, and his second sister-in-law Qi are sitting in this carriage. Fu and Qi are chatting lightly.
Lifting the curtains of the car, she watched through the willow leaves of the car window as the maid went to invite Zhang Yuan to come over——
Qi, the wife of Zhoude in Shang Dynasty, was the daughter of the Qi family in Shanyin. Qi looked at the two young men walking on the Guangxiang Bridge and chuckled: "Sister-in-law, look, the younger one is my cousin's eldest son Qi Hu.
Son, little prodigy, he is also here to watch the fun. The one next to him must be Zhang Yuan and Zhang Jiezi. Sure enough, the characters are all neat and tidy——" He added in a low voice, "There is nothing wrong with someone who can get into the eyes of my family."
"Second sister-in-law, when did I say that?"
Shang Danran was half ashamed and half annoyed. She was wearing a sable fur today. The dark mink fur contrasted with her flawless white face. Her eyebrows were picturesque. She was slightly ashamed at this time, and her eyes were even more sparkling and intoxicating.
Mrs. Fu knew that Shang Danran was thin-skinned, so she changed the subject angrily: "Xiao Hui often talks about Mr. Zhang's brother, Mr. Zhang's brother. She also blames me for giving birth to only two sisters. The baby boy died earlier, otherwise
Xiaolan and Xiaohui will also have a biological brother."
Mrs. Qi comforted her and said, "Sister-in-law is young and can still have children."
Mrs. Fu smiled and said: "You are the one who is young. I am already thirty-five years old and old, and -" Stop talking.
Mrs. Qi knew what her sister-in-law Fu was about to say, and said, "Didn't the eldest brother say that he will take you to Beijing next year, so that you can be reunited?"
Mrs. Fu sighed slightly and said: "He is too upright and honest. How can any official use his salary to pay for the gift? I'm afraid he won't be a Beijing official for long -"
Shang Danran was sitting upright with his hands folded, not looking out the window, all his energy concentrated on his ears. He heard Zhang Yuan talking to her uncle ten steps away, and Xiao Hui suddenly said, "I know, I want to talk to her uncle."
Just like my little aunt, I only watch in the car." Shang Danran's face turned red instantly——
Mrs. Qi put down the curtains and chuckled, "Master Zhang, look over here."
Shang Danran's face turned red.
Mrs. Fu shook her head and said with a smile: "Xiao Hui just couldn't tell her anything. The more she told her, the more she told her. This child didn't mean to be like this. She just remembered what she was told and unknowingly spilled the beans."
Qi smiled and said: "If I didn't tell you, Xiao Hui would have said it. She would have said it anyway - Mr. Zhang is such a smart person, surely he doesn't understand."
Shang Danran was so embarrassed that he could not raise his head. Suddenly he heard someone shout: "Confucianism is open."
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Little Xi Nu Wuling ran across the bridge and called: "Young Master, the gate of the Academy is open."
Shang Zhoude said: "Master Zhang, go ahead, calm down, write a good eight-legged essay, and become famous in one fell swoop."
Zhang Yuan bowed and said: "Juniors must work hard." He looked at Shang Jinglan and Shang Jinghui sisters, smiled and said: "Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Shang Jinglan and Shang Jinghui looked up at their uncle Shang Zhoude.
Shang Zhoude said: "There will be a lot of people inside later, so we won't go in. We will just wait for the good news by the bridge."
Eleven-year-old Qi Biaojia looked at the nine-year-old Shang Jinglan again and again. Shang Jinglan glared at him and he still looked at him, which was like a little madman. At this time, Qi Biaojia said: "Uncle Shang Shi, Confucianism
It is very spacious inside, and Sun Jiaoyu and Shang Shishu also know each other. Shishu can take a break in Yuyingzhai or Zhidaozhai, and Brother Jiezi and Yao Fu should be fighting eight-part essays in Minglun Hall."
Shang Zhoude thought that his sister-in-law, Mrs. Fu, and the others were all in the carriage. They might as well enter Confucianism, so he smiled and shook his head and said: "There are many people inside and it is stuffy, but it is refreshing here by the river - you go quickly."
Little Jinghui was a little unhappy, her little mouth pursed slightly, Zhang Yuan comforted her and said: "Miss Jinghui, I'll recite the eight-legged essay to you later."
"Okay, okay." Xiao Jinghui suddenly became happy, but asked: "Is Brother Zhang's eight-part essay funny, like the last time he 'lied to you'?"
At this moment, even Shang Zhoude couldn't help laughing. Shang Jinglan sighed like his elders: "Oh, how childish."
Zhang Yuan could only say: "Yeah, there is something funny about it." He saluted Shang Zhoude and glanced at the carriage behind him, but there was no movement from the carriage.
Zhang Yuan and Qi Biaojia entered the Confucian gate. Many people had already crowded into the outer courtyard. The ceremonial gate in front was still closed. A school gatekeeper stood by the door. Seeing so many people, they were at a loss.
Students from the county kept coming to greet Zhang Yuan. Some directly expressed their support for Zhang Yuan. A genteel scum like Yao Fu should be deprived of his official career. Some asked Zhang Yuan to work hard to write this stereotyped article. As long as it complied with the standards, he would do it.
Let Zhang Yuan pass; some stood aside and looked at Zhang Yuan coldly, whispering to each other——
After waiting for another moment, a group of county government officers came, led by Liu Biqiang. After entering the Confucian gate, he loudly said: "Everyone, everyone, the county has an order. Only students from this county can enter the Yimen to observe this event."
It is a cultural gathering, and no other idle people are allowed to enter."
The Eight-part Essay Gambling Bureau was renamed the Shiwen Festival, wonderful!
Those scholars who came all the way from Hangzhou, Xiaoshan, Shangyu and other places refused to comply and clamored endlessly, making the outer courtyard noisy and noisy for a while.
Liu Biqiang, the leader of the guard team, saw that many foreign scholars were wearing kerchiefs and t-shirts. He couldn't restrain himself and was about to persuade him when he saw the Yimen opened and an old Confucian, as shriveled as an old ginseng, stood in front of the door.
He shouted: "There is no room for noise in Confucianism!"
Sun Jiaoyu was old and weak, and his voice was not good. The courtyard was noisy, and few people could hear his scolding. Only when they saw the ceremonial door opened, they gradually became quiet.
Sun Jiaoyu waved Liu Biqiang over and asked, "When will the magistrate Hou arrive?"
Liu Biqiang folded his hands and said, "As the Master has said, the county magistrate will be here immediately." He also said that the people from other counties refused to withdraw.
Sun Jiaoyu frowned and said: "Why are there so many people here? It's like a bustling city. How unbecoming is this?" He ordered: "Since he is from another county, only those with meritorious status will be allowed in. No one else is allowed in."
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Liu Biqiang deliberately asked: "What about Mr. Zhang Yuan? He has not yet achieved fame?"
Sun Jiao said: "He is the only one except him." He personally checked in and watched the students filing in one by one. Together with about two hundred people from other counties, they all stood in the square courtyard under the Confucian Hall.
A few local talents have not yet arrived, and may not come at all. Not everyone likes to join in the fun.
A police officer rushed to report: "The county magistrate has arrived——"
Sun Jiaoyu ordered all the students in the courtyard to line up to greet him. These students were not soldiers, so they couldn't line up well. When they heard that they were going to line up, they became even more chaotic.
Sun Jiaoyu shook his head repeatedly. He thought it was the students from other counties who were disrespectful to their etiquette. At this time, he did not care about these things and welcomed him out of the gate of Confucianism together with Zhu Xundao, deputy director of the academy.
Hou Zhihan, the magistrate of Shanyin County, took the county magistrate and the chief clerk across the Guangxiang Bridge in a sedan. They got off the sedan at the end of the bridge, but did not enter Confucianism immediately. After waiting for a while, two more sedans arrived, followed by several servants.
, it is Wang Siren and Wang Yingzi, father and daughter——
Wang Yingzi followed her father Wang Siren like a shadow, seemingly without moving her head and looking left and right. She soon found Zhang Yuan in the crowd. Seeing that Zhang Yuan was also looking over, she smiled slightly, lowered her eyelashes, and stopped.
Looking forward.
Sun Jiaoyu welcomed Hou Zhihan and Wang Siren to sit down in Minglun Hall, the Confucian hall. Minglun Hall was quite spacious and could accommodate more than a hundred people. It was a place where students usually gave lectures. Sun Jiaoyu asked Zhu Xundao to go and take care of the old man.
The first and second class students were called to the hall.
Director Zhu Xun held the roster and stood in front of the hall to roll call. When he read a name, a student came up to the hall. If no one agreed to the name, he used his pen to lightly mark the name. Soon,
After reading the names of the fifty-four people, he went to the hall and replied: "Three of the fifty-four students have not arrived, namely Yang Shangyuan, Chi Daosheng, and Lu Jingxiu."
Sun Jiao asked all the students in the hall who knew Chi Daosheng and why Lu Jingxiu didn't come?
Then a member of the family reported: "Chi Daosheng has been ill in bed recently, and Lu Jingxiu has lost his father and cannot come."
Sun Jiaoyu nodded and said: "Xuan Zhang Yuan is in court." He frowned again: "Yao Sheng, why is Yang Sheng not here yet?"
At this moment, the disciple of the school hurriedly came to report: "Master Jiaoyu, the Lord of the Palace has arrived."
Everyone present was silent when they heard the sound, and they were all thinking: "The Master is also paying attention to this eight-part gambling game?"
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