Do you know: I’m Xu Jiazi

The Yongyi Hou family has an eldest grandson, and everyone from the Cao family, the Gu family, the Sheng family, and even the Qi family and the Hai family sent congratulatory gifts.

The female officer next to the queen in the palace even led people into the Xu family holding rewards.

Mrs. Sun and Pingmei, who had returned to her parents' home, stood in the front hall to see off the female official. After returning to the courtyard, the stewards of the Hou Mansion counted the gifts and registered them in the register.

Looking at Mrs. Sun who didn't say much as she walked back, Pingmei asked with a smile:

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Sun glanced at her eldest daughter and said, "These gifts today are more than when your brother was born."

"Mom, how do you compare the past with now?"

"Yes, I have grandchildren, old man."

"But you are not old at all! Let's go see your grandson."

The mother and daughter were holding hands in front, and the maids and envoys following behind were also smiling.

After arriving at Xu Zaiduan's courtyard and entering the house, Pingmei sat in front of Mr. Xie's bed with Qingxia's support.

The wet nurse sent by the Xie family put Pingmei's eldest nephew in her arms. Looking at the sleeping baby, Pingmei was filled with joy.

"With those eyebrows, he really looks like a brother."

Mr. Xie laughed when he heard this and said, "Why do you say you look like an official!"

"Who else said that?"

"Your sister!"

Sun said from the side.

After Pingmei looked at it for a while, she handed the baby to the nanny.

Looking at the sewing basket and the clothes on it not far away from Ms. Xie, Pingmei frowned and said, "Sister-in-law, you've only been here for a few days, how can you touch the needle and thread? You don't have your eyes anymore?"

Mrs. Xie smiled and said, "No way, I just looked at the things my mother sent to me. My close mother and I took a closer look at the embroidery work. I said it was sent by the eldest sister of the Sheng family."

The aunt and sister-in-law looked at each other and smiled.

"Well, that's right. I'm already trying to please my sister-in-law before I even walk in."

"It's as if you didn't have it then!"

After Pingmei finished speaking, she received a gentle pat from Sun.

The three ladies talked for a while, and then Pingmei stood up and left.

While walking towards the second gate, Mrs. Sun asked about the Gu family and her eldest son-in-law.

"Mom, my mother-in-law is becoming more and more powerful in the Gu family now."

"Can it be insufficient? The eldest son who has achieved such a great reputation, and the younger son who is his biological son, the only girl is on her side. Your family has four or five bedrooms and you haven't acted like a monster again, have you?"

"Then after Bilianyuan was sealed by your son-in-law, they have been honest until now! They are about to discuss marriage, and their attitudes are good."

"Tighten your heart, too! Giving birth to a child is just one foot in the door of hell!"

After some careful instructions, Mrs. Sun let Pingmei go back to Gu's house.

Early August,

After a month of adjustment, Xu Zaijing began to go to bed early every day and get up an hour earlier than before.

I also resumed the morning exercises I had stopped doing for more than half a month.

Facing the cool autumn breeze, Xu Zaijing came to the racecourse and was warming up.

Under the lantern at the door of his master's house on the sidelines, two figures emerged.

"Ten generals Di Jing/Feng Dabao have met the young master."

After Xu Zaijing nodded,

Qingyun looked at the two of them and smiled slightly: "You two, come and run for a while to warm up."

Four quarters of an hour later,

Qingyun skillfully adjusted his posture in the air and did not fall on the haystack behind him when he landed.

Behind him, Di Jing and Feng Dabao were lying beside the haystack, still recovering from the feeling of being able to fly.

Qingyun stretched out his hands and pulled them up one by one.

He patted the grass clippings on both of them and said, "It's okay. You'll just get used to it in the future. Stay away. Young Master has to practice throwing axes."

After coming back to their senses, Di Jing and Feng Dabao listened to the sound of flying axes flying in the air in the darkness, and the sound of "Duo Duo Duo" being nailed to the thick tree trunk, their throats rolled and they swallowed.

The sky is bright,

The soldiers were preparing to accompany Xu Minghua to the camp.

When tidying up the saddle and saddle of the horse,

Zhu Qinghu looked at his two dejected ten-man generals and comforted him: "Don't be such a bird!"

"Captain Wei, I" Di Jing stopped talking.

Zhu Qinghu smiled and said: "What? I want to ask me whether Xijun and Bai Gao are as powerful as Brother Jing?"

Feng Dabao nodded quickly.

Zhu Qinghu pondered for a while and said: "I have fought against even the most elite scouts of Bai Gao Kingdom. To tell you the truth, I have never seen them!"

"My uncle and I also went to see the Fourth Army around Bianjing!"

Zhu Qinghu patted Feng Dabao and said, "You can rank in the top fifty."

He patted Di Jing again and said, "You can rank in the top five, so relax, we won't compete with him."

The two nodded heavily.

Zhu Qinghu's words helped them regain some confidence.

Two quarters after nine o'clock

Xu Zaijing was already sitting in the classroom of the Sheng family and started morning reading with his classmates.

After reading for three quarters of an hour, the sun rose in the east and the sky became bright.

Xu Zaijing was sitting in the third row, looking to the left, watching the little Minglan swaying with her elder brothers and cousins. The pearl hairband fixed on her head moved with her little head.

Sensing Xu Zaijing’s gaze

Minglan turned her head to look at him, curled her lips, and rolled her eyes at him.

"Not bad, the voice is very energetic."

When they heard that Xuexue Zhuang came to the lecture hall, everyone stood up and said hello.

After some questioning, Xuexue Zhuang sat behind the table and said:

"The Di newspaper said that the Nong people in the south first surrendered to Jiaozhi, and recently they went to the court to express their submission. If you were the examiners, how would you write the questions? Zaizhang, you go first."

"Pedant, this guy keeps repeating this, students may ask a question: 'How can a big cart run without a shaft, and a small cart without a shaft?'"

"Changbai, come on."

"Yes, scholar, this sentence comes from the Analects of Confucius, 'If a person has no faith, he does not know what he can do. A big cart has no hooks, and a small cart has no shafts, how can it move?'"

Both Gu Tingye and Xu Zaijing listened attentively and thought about what they would do if they encountered this problem.

Mo Lan pretended to be very interested.

Rulan felt drowsy after hearing this,

But Minglan continued to copy the copybook with an ugly face.

When Zhuang Xuexue finished explaining Changbai's ideas and let everyone rest, Xu Zaijing walked to Minglan's desk and looked at her words with a look of stunned expression on his face.

Minglan rolled her eyes at him and covered all the papers.

Watching Xu Zaijing walk out of the lecture hall,

Minglan pretended to come to Molan's desk accidentally.

Looking at the pretty handwriting on it, she sighed in frustration and whispered: "Alas! It must be this problem that prevents me from writing well."

"Girl, drink water."

Minglan took the tea cup from Xiaoxiaotao's hand and took a sip. Looking back, she saw what appeared to be a cricket drawn on the rice paper on Rulan's table.

She pursed her lips, and the fifth sister was enjoying herself.

Four quarters of the hour (after 6 p.m.)

After finishing school, Minglan returned to Shou'an Hall.

The old lady looked at the unhappy Minglan and frowned slightly.

After Minglan fell asleep, the old lady asked Fang's mother to call Xiao Tao to the bedroom:

"Xiao Tao, what happened to your girl in school? Why is she so unhappy?"

Xiao Xiaotao blinked and said, "Back to the old lady, Mr. Jing has been laughing at my girl's handwriting these days. She said it's because of her pen that she can't write well."

Hearing Xiao Xiaotao's words, the old lady shook her head and clicked her tongue,

The waiting mother took Minglan's book box and took out the paper with writing on it. The old lady looked at it, nodded and said:

"Well, if it's written like this, it might be a problem with the pen! Xiao Tao, please go back first."

Xiao Xiaotao bowed and walked out of the old lady's bedroom.

Mother Fang on the side lowered her head and said nothing.

The old lady got close to the candlelight, glanced at Minglan's handwriting a few times and said, "Su Qin, look at it, it's time to change her pen."

"Huh? Why don't you say anything?" The old lady looked at Fang's mother with the paper and asked with a frown.

"Old lady, this is what you told Mr. Marquis when you were a child."

"Me? Where can I be?"

The old lady glanced at Fang's mother with a confused look.

"The first time you used the trick of flying out of the phoenix and following the shooting star on the court!"

"Huh? Oh~~~Hmm~" The old lady frowned at first and recalled, then she had a look of understanding and then helplessness.

"Old lady, this servant knows that it is good for the master to write! Look at the words on this embroidery painting again."

"Ming'er is still young, so give her a few more years of mercy."

The old lady took another look at the embroidery on the wall. The characters were embroidered very beautifully. She was familiar with Sheng Hong's calligraphy, so the old lady naturally knew that it was not written by Sheng Hong.

"Old lady, you burn incense, arrange flowers, beat pills and play polo balls, so of course everyone is the best, but"

"Suqin, you're right. Go and call Ru An over. I'll give her some instructions."

Minglan was called back by the old lady at noon the next day.

He didn't even eat, so he ordered Minglan to go to Jin'anzhai.

Arriving at the door of the yard, Minglan happily entered the house after looking at the plaque hanging at the door.

"Auntie, where is my brother?" Minglan asked, probing her head.

"Brother is sleeping." Wei Shuyi's gentle voice came.

"Come here tomorrow. Xiaodie, open the book box."

Xiaodie took the bookbox from Xiaotao's hand and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside.

Minglan looked at Wei Shuyi in surprise.

"Auntie, what do you want to do? Do you want to write?"

She has never seen Wei Shuyi write in her entire life.

When I was in Yangzhou, there was no pen or paper among the children in the courtyard.

Wei Shuyi glanced at the brush that Minglan had just cleaned when he left school and nodded. Then he put a few drops of water into the inkstone and slowly and elegantly grinded the ink.

Minglan looked at her mother-in-law's hand that was grinding ink, and then looked up at her mother-in-law's face.

His big eyes were full of surprise.

Wei Shuyi stood at the table and finished studying the ink.

She spread out a piece of paper in Minglan's bookcase and pressed it with a paperweight, then picked up the brush that Minglan "disliked" with one hand, and moved it gracefully in the inkstone a few times. When the brush was filled with ink,

After licking the pen lightly against the inkstone a few times, Wei Shuyi wrote a poem on the paper.

“The journey is difficult and divergent, but now I am at peace.”

And let the brush drink enough ink,

"There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and you can hang your sails directly across the sea."

Minglan looked at the paper and didn't know how to describe it, but it was a beautiful word, and she was stunned.

“Aniang, you know how to write, and you write so beautifully!!!”

When Xiaodie heard Minglan's words, she also stood aside. Following Wei Shuyi for so many years, she also recognized a lot of words.

"Mom, these are much prettier than the ones written on tree branches in the yard on Fujian Road!"

Wei Shu put down the brush in his hand with some reluctance, touched Minglan's little face lovingly, smiled and said: "Ming'er, this is what I have learned after years of hard training! You must also study hard and practice hard. Grandma believes you can write such words."

Minglan looked at her mother-in-law with admiration and nodded heavily:

"Um!"

Then Wei Shuyi washed the brushes skillfully and organized Minglan's book box.

Xiao Xiaotao on the side looked at him in surprise and thought: It turns out that book boxes can be placed like this!

After having lunch at Jin'anzhai, Minglan returned to the lecture hall. After taking out her copybook, she turned her head away from what was going on around her and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.

Seeing this, Xuexue Zhuang stroked his beard and nodded.

night,

Six quarters have passed since You hour.

Minglan rarely wanted to practice calligraphy for a while before eating. When she was opening the book box,

"It's already dark, but you still practice calligraphy without your eyes?" After hearing the old lady's words, Minglan stopped thinking.

At this time, Sheng Hong, who had left the Yamen, entered the Shou'an Hall amid the announcement.

Minglan happily stood beside the old lady and called daddy.

"Yeah! Be good tomorrow."

"Mother."

"Well, is everything going well today?" the old lady asked.

Sheng Hong replied respectfully.

Because the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty had an heir, who was still a strong prince, there was no turmoil in Bianjing.

When Sheng Hong was confirmed for promotion in Yangzhou, he began to establish relationships with his uncles who were in the same year as Tan Hualang's father;

At the same time, Runzhou's uncle also wrote many letters to the Wang family and borrowed the power of the Yue family and the Wang family;

In addition, Li Shangshu of the Ministry of Civil Affairs is now a cousin of his mother-in-law’s family;

He had also received awards from the Ministry of Civil Affairs before;

In the first half of the year, he assisted Qi Guogong in reorganizing the officialdom of Yangzhou, and the marriage with the Xu family was also reported back to Bianjing;

All civil servants and nobles are helpful;

So Sheng Hong actually filled up the official position in the Ministry of Personnel this time. Although the rank is not high, this is a position in the Ministry of Personnel in Bianjing!

However, if there is no guidance from the old lady.

Well, I want to understand such a joint,

So in recent days, Sheng Hong has been coming to Shou'antang for longer periods of time.

While talking to the old lady, Sheng Hong saw the piece of paper Minglan put in the book box in Jin'anzhai at noon.

Then he turned his head sharply, his eyes shining.

Seeing the surprise in Sheng Hong's eyes, the old lady moved her chin, and Fang's mother understood and handed the paper from the book box to Sheng Hong's hand.

Sheng Hong glanced at the old lady, then looked at the piece of paper in his hand with great joy and said:

"Mother! Xuexue Zhuang is worthy of being a great scholar in our dynasty. These words! Hiss! I don't know this! You should ask Xuexue for advice on calligraphy."

Sheng Hong likes good calligraphy, knows calligraphy, and loves to delve into it. Seeing this piece of paper is like seeing a treasure.

"Mother! Look at the word '安'. It's difficult to write the word '安', but it's beautifully written. There's a graceful meaning in the lines. It's a pity that the word '多'! Tsk! How can it be a little strange?" Not appropriate"

Sheng Hong shook his head, looking puzzled.

Mrs. Sheng smiled and glanced at the intoxicated Sheng Hong.

He lowered his head to take a sip of tea and glanced at Minglan, who was full of pride.

Looking in the direction of Jin Anzhai again, the old lady felt warm in her heart when she thought of the baby in the yard.

"Hong'er, this is not Zhuang Xuexue's word."

Hearing the old lady's words, Sheng Hong came back from his taste, looked at the old lady with a confused look and said, "Ah? Mother, what did you just say?"

"This is written by your concubine Wei Shu."

"Who did mother say?"

There should be another chapter.

There are so many monthly tickets, so I can’t help but write more.

I don’t know what time it will be coded.

Don't wait any longer.

The author came to know the situation at night.

He doesn’t come at all during the day.

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