The next day, the chamberlain came to the palace.

Shen An sighed at home: "Just to live for a night, I rented such a big yard, and I tossed around, are you tired!" ”

He felt bored, but it happened that Sister Yang's gift came, but it was a poem.

This is a poem by Yoo Yong, and the whole article is a disease-free moan.

Yes, Shen An felt that Lao Liu's words were too complaining, and it really made people not want to read them.

"It's not good."

Shen An shook his head, and behind him, Zhao Zhongjiao leaned over sneakily, and when he saw this poem on tiptoe, he praised: "A leaf is a light sail...... The sky is far away and the mountains are small, and the eyebrows are shallow...... Liu Yong's words, this word is beautiful, so ......"

Shen An turned around, his face was more hideous.

Can you read Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law's words?

At this moment, he threw away the heavy responsibility of breaking feudal superstition and feudal etiquette, and kicked it over.

Zhao Zhongjun ran away as soon as he slipped away, shouting outside: "Guoguo, your sister-in-law has sent a letter." ”

Guoguo was overjoyed when she heard this, and then hurriedly ran over: "Brother, did my sister-in-law write to me?" ”

Shen An was so angry that his teeth itched and said, "No, your sister-in-law...... This is for my brother. ”

Guoguo immediately pouted: "Sister-in-law doesn't hurt me anymore......"

Are women so unreasonable?

Shen An couldn't help but sigh at the sky, and then gave this painting to Guoguo as a copybook, and wrote a picture asking Zeng Ermei to go to Yang's house.

Zeng Ermei is ugly, ugly and reassuring, so she was welcomed as soon as she arrived at Yang's house.

"What did your family ask you to do?"

Ah Qing felt that Shen An was at least not lustful, otherwise how could the cook in the family find such an ugly one, and she didn't even want to eat.

saw Yang Zhuoxue all the way, and Zeng Ermei took out a painting.

"This is what Lang Jun gave to the little lady."

Yang Zhuoxue opened it and saw that it was Xizhou Song.

“…… Remembering the plum to go down to Xizhou, folding the plum and sending it to the north of the river ......"

It's a familiar poem, it's clean and refreshing.

“…… The south wind knows what I want, and dreams to Xizhou......"

Yang Zhuoxue couldn't help but be stupid.

The young boy and girl set a wedding date but were not allowed to see each other, thinking about what kind of temperament their other half would be and what their future life would be......

This kind of emotion is probably nervous and anticipated.

The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou......

I miss you, but I can't see you. If the south wind knows my thoughts, please in your dreams into your dreams.

Yang Zhuoxue was happy in her heart, so she asked, "What else does your family Langjun have to say?" ”

Now that the two of them are quasi-husband and wife, the Li family has also opened up a little bit, so that they can pass books between them, or let the servants communicate their feelings back and forth.

Zeng Ermei said with a straight face: "Before the slave left, I heard Lang Jun muttering something...... Oh, to say that Liu Yong's words are sad at every turn, or to slap the railing...... As a result, these people now write lyrics and shoot railings. The railing was so innocent that it was photographed all over by these people. ”

Liu Yong's words are too sour, and most of them are resentful and boring.

This subtext made Yang Zhuo's face a little red.

The girl was a little embarrassed.

Do you think I'm a demented woman?

She bit her red lip and thought about it, and said: "Yes, now there are many grudge words, but I can't see thought-provoking articles. ”

You say I'm a demented literati, but the current environment is like this, the officials and literati write lyrics with a resentful look like a deep lady, who is to blame?

Who can stand up and sing a song and shake this trend; Who can write some good articles about the country and the world, and the disadvantages of the times?

Zeng Ermei returned home with these words, and then relayed them to Shen An.

Belch!

Zhao Zhongjun and Wang Yan happened to be there, and both of them were happy when they heard it.

Zhao Zhongjun said with a smile: "Just by virtue of these words, this sister-in-law recognized it." ”

Wang Yan opened the folding fan, and fanned it a few times without being too cold, and said, "Brother Anbei...... Don't be inferior to a man! Otherwise, I am afraid that it will be difficult to revive the cadres in the future. If not...... How about a younger brother writing an essay for his brother catching a knife? ”

These two boys were mocking Shen An unscrupulously, waiting for Shen An to be embarrassed, and then they would help him come up with ideas.

But Shen An smiled and said, "Interesting." Is the country the world? It's good to have a needle on the disadvantages of the times. ”

Wang Yan said with a smile: "If you want to deal with the disadvantages of the times and the world of the family and the country, Brother Anbei, it will take a big article." ”

Zhao Zhongjun remembered the scene when Shen An was urged by his wife to make a fuss after he got married, and he couldn't help laughing.

The rules between men and women in these years are not so rigid, for example, Zhao Mingcheng is still studying in Taixue after getting married, and every time Taixue is in vacation, Li Qingzhao takes money and Zhao Mingcheng to go to Daxiangguo Temple together.

This kind of behavior similar to the behavior of male and female lovers in later generations to go to the supermarket was very common at this time, and the religion had not yet opened its blood basin to eat people.

That's why Wang Yan and Zhao Zhongjun can tease Shen An like this.

Shen An smiled and said, "Yes! Or do you want to write an article. ”

He suddenly remembered the incident next door, so he asked, "Didn't the chamberlain go to your house?" Why aren't you ready to move? ”

Wang Yan also remembered this matter, so he arched his hand and said: "Zhong Yan is going to the palace here, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come out again, if you have something to say, just explain, we will naturally do our best." ”

Zhao Zhen is a godfather, and Zhao Zongshi's life will not be too easy, so Zhao Zhongjun naturally can't sneak out often.

Zhao Zhongjun's face was a little strange and said, "This matter ...... Qifu father is the defense envoy of Taizhou, and he knows the temple, but his father politely refused, saying that he was sick and could not be used. ”

Well?

He actually refused?

Shen An felt that things were not good, he was worried that Zhao Zongshi was not an old man, and he regarded the palace as a prison and refused to enter it again.

Zhao Zhongjun coughed dryly and said, "My father said...... The official family is not in a hurry. ”

Wang Yan's eyes rolled and said, "Yes, it's really not in a hurry." At this time, the urgency is not right. ”

As soon as I chose you, you can't wait to enter the palace, do you feel that I am about to die?

Zhao Zhen has been on the throne for almost forty years now, and he has never had a sense of urgency for the heir to chase after his ass, so let him slow down.

"My father said that it was just time for a certain person to be wanton for a while, and after this while, after entering the palace, I am afraid that day will be ......"

Shen An sighed: "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing, it's not good, let's stay up." ”

He was only worried that this kid would be a black hand when the time came, if he heard that Zhao Zhen was constipated or had diarrhea one day, he would be ready to run away with Guoguo.

Wang Yan asked curiously: "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and frost and the sword are strictly pressing, Brother Anbei, is this your new poem?" ”

Shen An thought for a while, "I'm thinking about writing a story." ”

In his previous life, he was quite boring and boring, and he read books when he had nothing to do, and the four famous books were naturally a must-read.

For a while, he was popular in red studies, and he also followed the trend, just like the later star chasers, he studied the book Dream of Red Mansions very much, and he could almost memorize it.

Since Zhao Zongshi is not in a hurry to enter the palace, and Zhao Zhen is not in a hurry, then Shen An is also happy to stay with Zhao Zhongjun for a while.

He returned to his study, sat down at the window, and thought about it carefully.

"Prepare more paper."

The best paper is cut and then numbered.

- Zhen Shiyin's dream is psychic, and Jia Yucun is beautiful in the dust.

The author, Ziyun, because he had experienced a dream, so he hid the real thing, and borrowed the psychic theory to write this book "Stone Records......

After Shen An came here, the most he could do was to practice calligraphy, or write a few poems to press the bottom of the box for later use.

Write an article...... No, write, it really excites him a little.

Cao Gong, the kid is offended.

He folded his hands and reverently reverently said to the outside.

Then he began to write.

At first, he thought it was easy and refreshing to be a copyist.

But gradually it became a little obscure, and he couldn't figure it out, and finally thought of the problem.

It is impossible for him to remember all the words in a book, which requires him to fill in the missing places, which is very difficult.

Cao Gong, give me a dream!

After only one day of writing, Shen An wanted to give up, but when he thought of his sister's words, he gritted his teeth and started the great cause of plagiarism.

He wrote a chapter on the first day, and it felt like constipation, super uncomfortable.

He threw a few manuscripts on the table, then looked at the sky, only to see that it was already evening.

"Brother, eat."

"Here we are."

The next day, he slept lazily, Zhao Qianyu came to play with Guoguo, Zhao Zhongjun came over by the way, and went to the study.

After Shen An bought this courtyard, he got a place to live, and copied a lot of knowledge from later generations, but it was not placed in the study, but in a hidden place in the bedroom.

The study also doubles as a classroom, so there's nothing to keep secret.

Zhao Zhongjun saw the manuscripts on the table, so he picked them up curiously and looked at them.

"It's raining here and rummaging through books to relieve boredom. Suddenly, I heard a woman's cough outside the window, Yucun got up and looked out the window, it turned out to be a maid pinching flowers there, she was well-groomed, her eyebrows were clear, although she was not very beautiful, but there was also something moving, Yucun was stunned to see it......"

What is it?

Zhao Zhongjun thought it was very interesting, thinking that it was 'talking' that had become popular recently.

Speaking is subdivided into four types: speaking and history.

At this time, it is in the vernacular, but the story is not long, and it is all short. But there are already some prototypes of the future, and there are two main contents, one is love, probably Miss Childe, a talented or something. And the other is to solve the case, with the theme of solving the case, if the story is compact, you can also make a lot of money in the Goolan Washer.

These are all entertainment contents that are shown in the situation of storytelling in Goolan Vashe, and Zhao Zhongjun glanced at this first time and felt that it didn't look like that.

"Hey, everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but only fame can't forget ......"

Zhao Zhongjun kept standing in front of the window and watching, and only looked up for a long time, and then praised: "Brother Anbei!" ”

He went back to his house, and it happened that Zhao Zongshi and Gao Taotao were basking in the sun in the backyard, so they stepped forward to salute.

"Went next door?"

Zhao Zongshi leaned back in his chair very lazily, he knew that this was his last leisure time, so he could be as loose as he could.

Gao Tao complained: "Don't run around, just make a fuss when you have time, and read books." ”

This is my son, the future prince!

Gao Tao was happy in his heart, so he asked someone to make tea.

Zhao Zhongjun didn't drink tea, and said: "Daddy, the child just saw a poem from Shen An, it's very interesting. ”

"What poem?"

Zhao Zongshi doesn't want anything about the government and the future at the moment, he just wants to empty his brain.

"Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but the fame can't forget ......"

……

The third is sent, good night.