In the first month of the year, the streets and markets are bustling with people, no matter whether they are poor, rich or well-dressed, they are all well-dressed and washed. Firstly, to prevent freezing to death, and secondly, for the sake of celebration and auspiciousness, they originally hang out at the corners of houses and bridges.
The beggars in the bridge holes were all driven away by the government. Looking around, the streets were bright and beautiful.
"The capital is indeed very big and very lively." The girl looked at it with surprise and sighed.
It was a sunny day. She was wrapped in a thick cloak and hood, holding a hand stove in both hands. She was sitting in the car filled with incomparable warmth. I don't know whether it was joy or warmth, which made her simple and unremarkable face look better.
His face became radiant.
She looked at passers-by, and passers-by also looked at them.
A sturdy black donkey pulled the cart, and an old servant walking on one side to drive the cart was old but hale and hearty. He seemed inconspicuous, but he had an indescribable magnanimity.
"Banqin." The old servant turned around and said with a smile, "I haven't even entered Beijing yet."
The girl yelled, even more surprised.
"You haven't entered Beijing yet? But, but here..." she asked with wide eyes.
"This is eight miles outside the capital. Look ahead." The old servant stretched out his hand and pointed forward with his whip, "The city wall over there is the capital city wall. Only when you pass through the city wall can you enter the capital."
The girl straightened up and looked, but she saw beyond the rows of houses in front of her, and in the distance, there was indeed a splendid city sitting there.
The old servant gave her instructions with a smile. He was suddenly startled and put down the riding crop in his hand.
"The young master is here," he shouted with a bit of joy.
Master?
The girl hurriedly looked over, but didn't recognize anything until someone stood next to the car.
This is a middle-aged man who is about forty-five or sixty-six years old, with a medium-to-slim build. He is wearing an ordinary green cloth shirt. At first glance, he is unremarkable, but at a second glance, he looks like he is upright and persevering, and he is well-educated.
But the temperament can be seen even by people who don't read.
"My father has had a hard time along the way." The middle-aged man saluted solemnly and said.
This is Zhang Chun and Zhang Ziran, who are known as Mr. Jiangzhou and have three thousand disciples.
Students all over the world were proud to see him and excited to talk to him, but at this moment, the old servant and the girl in front of him looked calm.
"Master." The girl quickly turned around and lifted the car curtain, "Master is here to pick me up."
An old man in the carriage looked over and nodded with a smile.
"Banqin has met the master." The girl saluted.
Zhang Chun glanced at this girl, slightly surprised in his eyes.
"Master Su Xin gave it to someone else. This is the girl that person gave to the master." The old servant said with a smile.
The girl gave Zhang Chun a gift again.
Zhang Chun nodded, ignored him, stretched out his big, knuckled hands to hold the reins, and drove the car for his father himself.
The girl and the old servant walked side by side in the car, heading towards the capital amidst the bustling crowd.
In an alley in the busy city is the Zhang family's residence.
Mr. Zhang washed away his fatigue and sat down to drink tea, with his son and grandson sitting next to him.
"Grandpa, where did you go to play again? Why didn't you come back in time for the Chinese New Year?" The eldest grandson has the same description as his father. Although he is only in his twenties, he seems a bit more mature than his peers.
"It sounds like traveling around the mountains and rivers is easy, but it's a bit embarrassing to say it." Mrs. Zhang laughed and said, "I lost my money and we are trapped in Shanyang County."
Zhang Chun and his son were stunned.
"Grandpa." The eldest grandson smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say.
"But it's interesting." Old Mrs. Zhang smiled and looked at them, "I've been gone for so long, what's new in Beijing?"
"Your Majesty is in good health, and the second prince has entered school." Zhang Chun said.
"The second prince is six years old this year. It's time for him to go to school." Mr. Zhang nodded and smiled.
This common thing is nothing new, but neither the questioner nor the respondent found it funny.
Your Majesty has only two sons. The eldest prince is the son of a noble concubine, and the second prince is the son of a lower-level concubine. One is eleven years old and the other is six years old. Although they are young, the court has already begun to prepare for the appointment of a heir apparent. After all, the emperor's health is
Weak.
"Your Majesty is ready to promote father." The eldest grandson added.
Mrs. Zhang said oh and looked at Zhang Chun.
"Want you to give lectures to the second prince?" he asked.
Zhang Chun nodded.
"My son has already declined," he said. "I have promised to give lectures to the students who are going to take the exams. We cannot break our promises."
Mrs. Zhang nodded.
"Oh, by the way, Grandpa, there is one more interesting thing." The eldest grandson said, thinking of something, he called someone, "Go and get the Qie Qie Stop Wu Zi from my study."
Stop for five words? Mrs. Zhang is a little puzzled.
"Grandpa, someone wrote five words in the section before stopping at the temple. If you take a look, you will definitely understand." Changsun said happily.
Zhang Chun didn't react at all. He pays attention to the correctness of the font and the stability of the six arts, and has no particular preference.
Not long after, the boy brought out a framed scroll, and Changsun unfolded it carefully.
"Is this written by the unknown person?" Old Mrs. Zhang said, standing up and taking it, looking slightly startled.
"How's it going? Grandpa, okay? Five new fonts, elegant, handsome, strong, free and easy, each with its own flavor." The eldest grandson said with a smile.
The door was opened, and a girl came in holding a tray. At the same time, a slight fragrance spread.
"Master, have some snacks," the girl said.
"Banqin, come here." Mrs. Zhang said, waving.
The girl put the tray down and walked behind Mr. Zhang.
"Look at this word." Old Mrs. Zhang said.
Zhang Chun and his son looked at each other, slightly surprised.
Everyone knows that the old man has replaced a girl. There is nothing wrong with the girl. It’s just that this girl has followed the old man for many years. She is well-behaved and smart, and she has always liked her. It’s really unexpected that she suddenly changed her. I didn’t expect that the old man would ask this girl to read. Could it be that she is a
Someone who knows poetry, calligraphy and painting?
"Master, what do these words mean?" the girl asked.
Fortunately, Zhang Chun still described himself well. After all, his son was not well-educated enough. He laughed and lowered his head to focus on the tray in front of him.
On a four-grid celadon plate, there are golden, soft and glutinous balls filled with sesame seeds.
What kind of snack is this?
"This is read as the word "waiting for the plum blossoms blooming in the mountain temple." Mrs. Zhang said, pointing at one of them, "Banqin, do you think the word "waiting" seems familiar to you?"
The girl looked at it carefully again and finally shook her head.
"Master, I can tell the difference between the same food, this word..." she said with a smile.
Maybe he saw it wrong? When Mr. Zhang looked at the words, why did he feel that they were slightly similar to the word "Taiping" he saw in Jiangzhou Xuanmiao?
He lowered his head and glanced again, but it was similar, and this character was obviously written better.
Besides, if the lady is in Jiangzhou, why would she inscribe a wall at Qieting Temple?
He shook his head and smiled.
"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy, although it is still immature, but its customs are good, and the most important thing is novelty." He praised, pointing to the tray, "Here, try some snacks, Banqin is a good hand at making snacks."
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Zhang Chun picked up one and tasted it briefly. Changsun ate two without any courtesy.
"Yeah, okay, there's actually a universe inside." He praised, looking at the girl, "What's this called?"
"Nothing, fried fruits." The girl said with a smile.
"We in Shanyang County make ends meet by selling snacks like fennel." Mr. Zhang laughed and picked up one himself.
It turned out to be a cook, and the eldest grandson suddenly realized.
"Father, is your vertigo better?" Zhang Chun asked, thinking of something.
"It's much better, I almost don't do it anymore, all thanks to Banqin." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.
Zhang Chun and his son looked at this girl.
"Master, if you eat more, you won't be sick anymore." The girl said with a smile.
Can you cure diseases if you eat more?
This girl actually knew how to say it, and Zhang Chun and his son just laughed it off.
At this time, in Chen's house, Mr. Chen was also eating dim sum. The fried oriole was getting more and more cooked and full of color, flavor and flavor. Unfortunately, when Mr. Chen stretched out his chopsticks again, the plate in front of him was taken away.
"Grandpa, Mrs. Cheng said you are not allowed to eat too much fried food," Danniang said.
"Eat one more, eat one more." Old Mrs. Chen said with a smile.
Chen Danniang didn't have any room for negotiation. She turned around and grabbed the plate tightly.
Chen Shao walked in at this moment, and Old Master Chen put away his chopsticks with a smile.
"Father." Dan Niang shouted, stood up, opened her hands and turned around, "Look, the new clothes my mother made for me."
Chen Shao nodded and smiled. This was the maximum expression that Yan's father could express.
"They are made in the style of Mrs. Cheng's clothes." Chen Danniang said with a bit of pride, "Mrs. Shiba has one, and I also have one. When we went out, many people gathered around us to look at and ask questions. Me and
The Eighteenth Mother agreed not to tell anyone."
After they had spoken, the maid on the side got up and led Chen Danniang out, leaving the father and son to talk.
"Father, have you heard what Madam Cheng has said recently?" Chen Shao asked.
"Why don't we treat people who are not destined to die?" Old Mrs. Chen said.
"Look, why did she say such things? It's because she is young." Chen Shao said, feeling a little worried.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled.
"She was right," he said, pointing at himself, "I was destined to die back then."
Chen Shao smiled bitterly.
"But how can there be such rules and how to say such things?" He said, "In other words, we should treat it first and then talk about it."
Old Mrs. Chen shook his head.
"No, no, I think this is good." He smiled, pointing his fingers, "Look, after curing me, a mortal person, I first became famous. Rumors spread that I helped her meet immortals, and the fame spread.
The family can't go to the doctor for consultation, and the name is spread again and again. People who are not destined to die are not treated, and the name is in an uproar. Now that everything is ready, the east wind is missing."
Chen Shao was slightly startled.
So, all of this was arranged step by step by the little lady? Isn’t it just an arrogant and ignorant young man talking nonsense?
Is that true? Or is it a coincidence?
Chen Shao remained silent.
"For orphan girls like these, whose mothers have died and their fathers have abandoned them, and who are known to be stupid, they are helpless and cannot live without their relatives." Old Mrs. Chen continued and sighed.
Chen Shao nodded. Judging from the information he had learned, this little lady was really rough and pitiful.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled again at this time.
"Unless she becomes famous," he said.
"Fame?" Chen Shao looked at his father and frowned.
"For example, the reputation of the medical skill of bringing the dead back to life." Old Mrs. Chen said, "Now that the momentum has been built, the only thing left is for someone to die. Once the east wind comes, this woman will be a moderate figure in the capital."
Having said this, he smiled again.
"He has been able to do this in just over a month since he came to Beijing. He is already a figure." He said.
"But are there such people? Or what if it can't be cured?" Chen Shao asked.
He is a person who seeks stability and perfection. He must think carefully before doing anything. If there is any oversight, he must not act rashly.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled.
"So, this little lady must be a person." He said, "It is really rare to have talent, wisdom, and the courage to work hard."
Smart people always cherish their lives more than others, so they never take risks, but this lady dared to do so.
If she can't be cured, her reputation will be completely lost, which is worse than it is now. Speaking of which, if she doesn't do this, just by curing herself, even if she can't save her life, it can at least help her get married.
For a woman, if she can get a good marriage, her life will be half worry-free.
But this woman doesn't seem to expect that to be the case, or in other words, she doesn't seem to want to put her hope in others, and would rather rely on herself.
To put it bluntly, such people do not trust outsiders and like to take everything into their own hands.
It must be because he was abandoned since he was a child. Old Mrs. Chen felt a little sad when he thought of this.
"I really want to know which master this lady met?" He sighed, and then looked at Chen Shao, "How did you go to Bingzhou to inquire?"
"Those Taoist priests have all dispersed and fled to various places. So far, none of them have had any daily contact with the lady. They still asked the same questions. Others are looking for questions, so it is not yet known what kind of strange person this lady has met."
Chen Shao said.
Old Mrs. Chen nodded.
"Then ask slowly." He said.
Banqin sat on his knees on the ground, timidly not daring to raise his head.
"Why did you take her to the laundry room?" Qin Langjun asked Liu Lang with a frown, looking at the maid in front of him.
Banqin subconsciously retracted her frostbitten hands into her sleeves.
"I don't care about Sixth Young Master. I went there voluntarily." She whispered.
Saturday Lang ignored it.
"If you want to ask something, ask quickly." He said, with no trace of disgust in his voice.
Banqin lowered his head even lower.
"Banqin, that's it." Qin Langjun glared at him and looked at the girl with a kind expression, "Your wife said a few words, which made everyone a little unbelievable and raised some questions. This is not good, so
I want to ask you to see if it is really a misunderstanding..."
"It's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. My wife never lies to others." Banqin said hurriedly before Qin Langjun finished speaking.
Never lie...
Saturday Lang on the side suppressed a sneer.
In other words, he is too good at deceiving people.
"What are the rules for your wife to practice medicine? For example, no..." Qin Langjun asked.
Still not waiting for him to finish, Banqin took over.
"Yes, yes, if my wife doesn't come to the house for consultation, she will die unless she is cured." She said without hesitation.
Sure enough, so.
Qin Langjun was slightly startled.
Upon closer inspection, this woman seems to behave in a disorderly manner, but she is always in order. Therefore, every move, word and deed may seem absurd, but in the end no mistake can be found.
"The wisdom of Li Lou, the cleverness of the public and the son, cannot be made into a circle without rules." He said slowly, "So that's how it is."
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