Yiyouyi

Yiyou once imagined his sweetheart.

Dad said that she looked like him the most, and I don’t know whether others believed this or not. Yiyou was proud, happy, compassionate, and doubted. The first thing she was suspicious about this was that she really did not have the talent of poetry as much as Dad. Not to mention that she was the most common tone that she was always inconsistent with her two sisters.

But she has good memorization skills, and she remembers clearly the poems and articles she has read, and also clearly remembers people and things.

The first poem she read was "Qingyu Case", written by her father and taught her. After reading it, her father did not tell her about Zong Zhongwu, but instead asked her: "Yiyou, guess what is this?"

When I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

Yiyou stared at the last sentence and said crisply: "Tell me that my father met the beautiful lady I like on the road."

Dad laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out. Finally, he shook his head without explaining, and took her to find other fun again.

Yiyou later understood the true meaning of this poem, but later he couldn't help but think of this sentence: When he looked back, the man was in the dim light.

She thought, it would be great if there was no turning back at that time.

When I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

...She will still look back.

*

Zhang Fengyi

He had met several princesses and princes of the official family very early. Except for the official family's "parenting lesson" and his father's strange expression, he forgot everything else.

——The term "parenting scripture" was mentioned by Yiyou later, saying that this word was spoken by the government. At that time, he was already very familiar with Yiyou.

Zhang Shi really knew Yiyou, but it was the time when he was too knowledgeable to do political understand. He has always been the famous group in the Imperial Academy, not only because of his father Zhang Jun. Just like Han Yan was always calling him a hundred responses, not only because of his father Han Shizhong, or because he had already been appointed as the prince consort.

The Taixue and political affairs were lively. That time he got a stomachache and was not energetic. When he missed it, he simply refused to go. He hid behind and wrote the formula on the newspaper. It was probably because of his depression. He was stuck in a step for a long time and had no result. Suddenly a voice came out from behind: "This must be an affine coordinate system."

He was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it. But when he was about to thank him, he turned around and found that the person who was talking was a cardamom girl, and Yichuang clan followed him far away more than ten steps away.

"I have seen you, Zhang... Zhang Jingfu (Zhang Feng's name)." The girl smiled slightly, "Why are you not involved in the Taixue politics with other Taixue students?"

The eldest daughter of the official family, the second daughter, is married, and now she is with her side and is spoiled by others, only the third daughter Zhao Yiyou. Zhang Shi guessed that what she was going to say was "Zhang Qing". Somehow, she turned her mouth and became his word.

He was unwell, this was the reason he gave.

Yiyou nodded, looked at the pie beside his inkstone and smiled, "Since you are not feeling well, don't dip the pie in ink and eat it."

Zhang Shi lowered his head and looked at the pie that had been bitten halfway and had been dyed with a lot of black ink by himself. For the first time, he understood what it meant to be embarrassed and ashamed.

The girl in front of her still had a smile in her eyes, and her eyes were like the force in the original school, with a vector of direction.

*

Han Yanyi

Han Yanzhi felt that he seemed to be missing something more than others.

He told this feeling that it was during the Lantern Festival. Yiyou was looking at Xi Niang from afar and thinking that she was going to see her lover. She didn't hear it clearly, and her eyes were still chasing Xi Niang's figure, and she just asked vaguely: "What?"

Han Yanzhi's eyes were retracted from Yiyou's cheek, and rushed to Foyou, Shenyou and his wife, and repeated it again. Yiyou withdrew his gaze and saw the eldest sister and elder brother-in-law who were whispering to each other, and the second sister and second brother-in-law who were silent side by side, and smiled and said, "Someone is talking about the eldest brother-in-law again?"

This is an old topic. None of the descendants of the princes and princes among the military generals can compare with Yue Yun in terms of military martial arts. Even if Han Yanzhi was appointed as the Ministry of War, he was well-rated during the Privy Council and was always worse than Yue Yun. His martial arts skills were inferior, but he was both a young Jinshi, and he always felt that he was a little worse than Zhang Shi. It was obvious that in order to avoid suspicion of being the Prime Minister, Zhang Shi was not as good as his official career, but he studied the original academics and became the original academic giant day by day.

But Han Yan looked at the eldest princess and Yue Yun and shook his head. This was not what he said.

——In fact, the moment he said it, he didn’t even understand what he was going to say.

Han Yanzhi didn't know what his brother-in-law thought, but he didn't tell Yiyou, nor did he tell his father that he was very resistant to this marriage that was destined since his birth, because he relied on his talent in civil and military affairs. There is a folk saying that "Marrying a wife will bring you a princess, and having nothing to do will bring you an official." This is not the most annoying thing. The state dynasty is no longer as good as before, and the lord is like a great official. Even if the ancestors identified by the official family are not good enough, he doesn't know whether he can enter the Secret Pavilion in the future. When he enters the Secret Pavilion, he depends on the status of the eldest son of the King of Qin, the princess and the princess, and his own people's expectations and achievements.

Later, he served many positions, including military officials stationed in the border and civil servants. He began to realize that he was actually very lucky: if he had been born a generation earlier, he would either have to take on arrows and stones like his father, and once with the courage of a general, he could barely gain a foothold under the Jin army, or like countless royal relatives, he would always be engraved with the shame of "Jingkang". And Yiyou was a little arrogant, like countless most beloved princesses in previous dynasties, who used their nobles to bully the lowliness and bully the ministers. He might have gone out to make a fuss with the Qing Dynasty, just like countless rebellious princesses in the state dynasty, who would have made a fuss about the Qing Dynasty.

King Han Shizhong of Qin was arrogant and arrogant. Han Yanzhi did not experience the experience of struggling in a group of Western Army like his father. His unrestrainedness and implicitness were wrapped in a thin layer of reserved and elegant skin of the "Ziyue" people.

He was not married yet when the title was on the Golden List. After the Qionglin Banquet, the official family brought Yiyou directly to the door. That was not the first time between him and Yiyou, but it was the first time that Yiyou entered the residence of the Han family, the King of Qin. Han Yanzhi was half-straighted and half-pushed by the official family to take Yiyou to "familiarity", and got familiar with him and entered his study. Yiyou smiled at the "Zizhi Tongjian" granted by his desk. She gave her this.

She asked, “Where have you read?”

Han Yanzhi had already finished reading it, but he didn't know if it was because he was happy and depressed after passing the Jinshi period. At this time, he blurted out to this person who was "destined": "Tang Ji Forty."

"The Forty-seventh in the Tang Dynasty" records: Guo Nuan once argued with Princess Shengping, saying, "My father is poor and the emperor will not do anything."

Yiyou seemed to have not understood it, and skipped the question lightly, but she seemed to have understood it again. She asked again: "Dad takes the King of Qin as his courage. Why should I use you, the prince consort?"

Han Yanzhi seemed to be shocked by the word "son-in-law" and even more like he was confused by this question. He didn't answer for a long time.

"It should be heart-to-heart?"

Yiyou curled the corners of her lips and bent her eyes and said softly. However, when she said such straightforward and bold words, she did not smile in her eyes, and there was no girlish sneering on her cheeks.

*

Yiyou 2

When she taught Xi Niang poetry, Xi Niang frowned at Bai Letian.

Yiyou was surprised and asked Xi Niang why she was so disgusted. Unexpectedly, Xi Niang pointed to "Sign up the silver bottle at the bottom of the well and said: "This poem has such a good verse, why is it a bit like this title?"

Just stop being lustful and running. Yiyou smiled. This is the word that the children of Mu Ai year dislike the most. She asked, "What are you going to do?"

Xi Niang hummed for a long time before whispering: "I don't think of why my parents' orders and matchmakers' words are good... I don't have to be confused at the beginning, but I will never give up. Otherwise, how could there be a "Ranger" chapter in "Poetry"? Besides, can such... be stopped?"

Yiyou looked at the poem his daughter pointed to, and immediately looked at each other from afar. As soon as he saw you, he was heartbroken.

You will be heartbroken as soon as you see me.

When she first read this sentence, she was as old as her mother at this time. At that time, what she liked most was to read these lingering words and sentences. Yiyou once copied this poem neatly on the flower paper, and dried it with a stroke, Mo Zai carefully sandwiched it into the new book of original arithmetic that his father ordered people to practice. The Taixue is very close to Danei, and the "frivolous" father always entrusted his children to enter and exit the palace. Yiyou used the excuse to ask for advice, so Liuliu Dada brought people to the Taixue, and indeed found Zhang Feng in the place where he collected the books.

She stood quietly behind Zhang Feng for a while, and as always, she suddenly announced the answer she got early: "The limit value of the function obtained in this question is one."

Zhang Shi sighed, turned his head and looked at her helplessly, feeling a sense of depression that he wanted to be angry but couldn't get angry. He glanced behind her, and there was no one left, so he asked, "Where are you on duty?"

"downstairs."

After Yiyou said that, she became nervous for no reason. When she was nervous, she pursed her lips and couldn't hold back her smile. The corners of her lips raised a curve. After a while, Zhang Feng stopped talking and stood up and bowed to her and asked, "What did the princess bring this time?"

Yiyou wanted to tease him why he didn't ask "Han Ziwen (Han Yanzhi's word)", but these four words were like thorns pierced in the heart, and when they moved, they were covered with blood and flesh. She didn't dare to pull it out, so she stopped and just handed the book over.

The page with the flower paper was turned around and Yiyou noticed that Zhang Feng's eyes stopped on it, but it suddenly retracted as if it was scalded, falling on the reassuring topic. He read the question for unprecedented time. For a moment, there was only a faint and long breathing sound in the silence, and even the lively birds outside the window seemed to be separated by a layer, and it was not real to hear it.

Listening to the thunder in silence, Yiyou remembered what his father said accidentally. She listened to her heartbeat with thrilling and joyfulness, listening to the sound of breathing, the sound of breathing was subtle and intertwined so hard that she couldn't tell each other.

"Is this the only question?" Zhang Bai asked her for a while, but did not look up. Yiyou did not notice the question he was pointing to, but only looked at his fingertips pressing against the flower paper, exerting force, slightly blue and white.

"Two," said Yiyou, "One is finished now, the other is... Can the other be given to me the manuscript you have written? I'll take it back to read."

So Zhang Feng picked up a line and started to speak it out. To be honest, his voice was not as mellow as Han Yanzhi, but not as high or low as that of Han Yanzhi. It was just enough to reach Yiyou's heartbeat. She felt it this way when she heard this sound for the first time.

That time, she was also a great scholar in politics, but she came to look for her father after she was about to finish. At that time, the students of the sect dispersed in groups of three or three, and she took the people to avoid them as much as possible. Inadvertently, she suddenly heard a voice talking high about the content of the sect just now, but she seemed to be a young man.

She stopped and listened for a while, as quiet as the world seemed to be the only one who was talking about the young man in a rainbow of momentum. When his father came over, he suddenly became noisy. Yiyou suddenly realized that he had been listening for a long time, and when the students were not paying attention to the sound of the salutes.

Dad nodded casually, focusing on his little daughter, and asked her what she had heard while walking. Yiyou paused and looked back at the young man who bowed his head to greet him in the same voice. Daddy's voice was filled with joy, saying that this was Zhang Qing's eldest son, Zhang Feng.

Zhang Shi, Zhang Jingfu.

"Respectful husband," Yiyou asked a question that was unrelated after Zhang Feng finished speaking. "When it comes to the word "first meeting", I think that the sentence "Le Tian is good, and it is not worth calling it the best. Is there any better choice of poems in the bag of Jing Fu?"

Zhang Feng did not ask her how she thought of poetry and songs from the original formula, but she was silent for a long time, until Yiyou felt that it had been hundreds or thousands of years before she replied: "Yes, Du Fanchuan's "Competitioners".

When I first met you, it was like an old friend returning. The bright moon was new in the end of the world, and I missed the most morning and evening.

...A such a poem is just a friend, and only a friend.

Yiyou didn't say this comment, but she still smiled and nodded suddenly. However, Zhang Shi had a rare problem. He asked: "Why do the princess think the two sentences of "wall" are not good?"

"It is not that the poem is not good, but that the things and the feelings are not good."

Yiyou smiled. At that moment, if the ministers who followed the officials from Bagong Mountain saw him, he would definitely be able to say that his expression looked like the puppet in the official family, as if he was not sad or happy, and as firm as he was without any turmoil.

"The word "heartbroken" is so painful, and the end of this poem is so unbearable. If it were me, I would not let this love end like this." Yiyou said, "I can't help myself... After a hundred years of spring and autumn, I have made merits, established virtues, and made words, which is more than just a matter of love?"

Zhang Feng nodded slightly, did not deny or agree. Yiyou just heard him seemingly took a long breath, and then slowly exhaled.

*

Zhang Xiaoer

There are very few people who can negotiate with each other.

Han Yan was just a matter of one thing. He was a big alien. No one expected that the King of Qin, who had said "Zi" and "Meng'er" in the past, would have such an eldest son. But he did not expect that the couple were all people who could confront him.

After that day, Yiyou often came to Taixue, and was open and upright, avoiding people just like not disturbing them. Sometimes Han Yan is straight, sometimes Han Yan is not, and most of the things he discusses are original studies, and there are also current affairs and people's livelihood.

Only if you don’t have the romance and misfortune, you rarely think about the romance and misfortune.

Unlike Han Yanzhi, Yiyou may be used to what she said, most others will not argue, so she prefers to ask questions. It’s okay to ask questions about the original subject, but when asked about other questions, she can always grasp the most tricky and profound aspects, and hit the nail on the head.

He remembered that one time, the topic was turned to the official family and the kings and martial officials for some reason, and Han Yanzhi was also there. Yiyou asked, but no one answered for a while. Zhang Bai remembered her eyes leisurely and said jokingly: "If you don't say it, forget it. Jingfu, what are you pretending?"

He noticed keenly that Han Yanzhi's expression, which had been cleared by this sudden title, had a sensation, and his expression changed, but he happened to be not facing Han Yanzhi, and he couldn't see it, but he knew it clearly.

Zhang Shi knew that this was a small joke, or it could be said that it was a small provocation that was unknown in secret. Chanlang, the intimate small characters, was as vocal as his serious respected husband.

Chanlang, son-in-law, respect husband.

Chanlang, Chanlang.
To be continued...