He had just laid down when Sun's voice came from his ears.

"What's going on?"

"Madam, it was the slave who accidentally tripped and fell."

"I'll go to the main room with the master, you take good care of Yue'er, be careful, don't wake him up!"

After a sound of footsteps, Zhang Yue quietly opened his eyes, half stood up and poked out. At this time, Qiu Zhen happened to come over, and when he saw this situation, he said angrily: "My young master, although it is spring now, it is cold at night!" Not to mention that the old lady just saw the slave and maid, it would be very bad, and it would be even worse if she was infected with the wind and cold! Lie down! ”

was forcibly pressed by Qiu Zhen inexplicably, and Zhang Yue had to lie down again unwillingly. However, not to mention that he can't sleep at all at this hour, even the pillow under his head is not used to it, and he always feels panicked. So, seeing that she was leaving, he didn't know where he got so much strength, so he subconsciously grabbed one of her hands and pulled the person back.

Qiu Zhen was caught off guard and the soles of his feet were soft, and he fell on the bed all of a sudden. Seeing Zhang Yue looking at herself directly, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart, and said with a straight face: "Young master, if you do this again, I can tell you about what you just overheard the old lady's speech!" ”

Zhang Yue knew that Qiu Zhen was just scaring and scaring himself, so he salivated and pleaded: "Qiu Zhen, don't I can't sleep?" Mom and Dad aren't here, can you go and bring the book I brought back today? ”

Qiu Zhen refused to agree, but he couldn't stand Zhang Yue's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he finally had to take the book, go to the lamp again, and didn't forget to put on a big coat for him. Seeing him intently flipping through the book in his hand, she couldn't help but look at it curiously, and saw that the blank space of the page was densely covered with words, and she suddenly felt a little strange.

"Young Master, where did this book come from?"

Although he has a very good background in ancient literature, Zhang Yue is very unaccustomed to reading in such a dim light, and is struggling to distinguish those words at this time, so he is a little careless about Qiu Zhen's words: "It was Mr. Du from the clan who lent it to me, saying that he asked me to return it to him after reading it." ”

"Mr. Du?"

Qiu Zhen has always been out of the door, and he doesn't know any gentleman in the ethnology, but he knows that what Zhang Yue is looking at at this time is a serious thing, and he can't help but be happy, and quickly pulled out the hairpin on his head and plucked the wick in the lampstand to make the light brighter. Looking at Zhang Yue's unusually serious face, she was unconsciously stunned, and she didn't even notice that someone stepped through the door.

"Here's what it's doing!"

Zhang Zuo and Sun deliberately went to the main room, but they barely had the opportunity to speak, they were all foils, and their faces were naturally not good-looking when they came back together. Sun originally planned to see how his son was sleeping, but when he entered the door, he saw such a scene, and he was even more angry. She scolded and was about to get angry, but Zhang Zhuo stopped her, and she walked forward quickly.

Seeing that his parents came back at this moment, Zhang Yue couldn't help but secretly complain, regretting that he had just been so engrossed in watching it that he forgot to let Qiu Zhen look at the wind. Autumn Scar was even more nervous, standing up and not knowing what to do with the lampstand, and finally knelt down in fright.

"Sir, Mrs. ......"

Zhang Zhuo didn't look at the autumn marks kneeling on the ground, sat down directly at the head of the bed, and snatched the book from Zhang Yue's hand in a daze. When he looked at the cover, he was slightly stunned, and after turning a few pages, his face changed even more. Looking up at his son, who was full of scorn, he closed the book and asked quietly, "Where did this book come from?" ”

So far, Zhang Yue can only say honestly: "It was given by Mr. Du, who asked me to take a good look and return it to him after reading it." ”

"Mr. Du?" Zhang Zhuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly opened the book again, staring at the tall handwriting on the title page and the red seal that had faded for a long time. After a while, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Zhang Yue's wrist and asked nervously, "Is this really given to you by Mr. Du?" ”

Regarding his father's attitude, Zhang Yue was simply confused by the second monk, and immediately corrected: "Dad, it's not to give, it's to borrow." ”

When Sun saw her husband in such a situation, her anger was suddenly thrown out of the clouds, and it was replaced by curiosity. Seeing Qiu Zhen kneeling down at a loss, she sent the person away with a gesture, and then stepped forward and asked, "Master, what book did Mr. Du give to Yue'er?" ”

"A copy of "The Analects of Justice", but the book stamp on the title page turned out to be Xuan Zhenzi."

Zhang Zhuo was smiling at this time, and when he saw that his wife and son were puzzled, he explained: "Xuan Zhenzi is the alias of Song Lian Song Bachelor during the Hongwu period, if I hadn't helped people collect a few Song Bachelor books, I wouldn't have recognized this." Looking at the annotations in this book, it seems that two people wrote it, and if one of them was a Song scholar, then this Mr. Du was probably not an ordinary family school teacher. ”

He didn't care whether his wife understood it or not, he patted Zhang Yue's head vigorously, and then ordered with a calm face: "Yue'er, the opportunity is not easy to come by, Mr. Du's book must be read carefully." Well, it seems that you can't sleep early when you look like this, so you can delay going to bed for an hour every night and finish reading this book first. ”

Suddenly receiving such preferential treatment, Zhang Yue suddenly felt that his head was a little unturned. When Zhang Zhuo pulled the dazed Sun away and looked at the book in his hand, he finally realized that he seemed to have picked up a treasure by mistake. Of course, this bigger treasure seems to be Mr. Du.

However, even if a scholar with profound knowledge refuses to go out, he will not be willing to stay in the Zhang family to deal with those naughty children, right?

At this time, the lampstand had been taken away by Autumn Scar, and he didn't know if his father's special treatment would start today or tomorrow, and he didn't know whether to read or sleep for a while. But after a while, the curtain was lifted again, and the person who came back was not Qiu Zhen, but his father Zhang Zhuo, who went and returned.

"Yue'er, don't you want a horse? As long as you study hard and can get Mr. Nadu to accept you as a disciple, I will give you a good horse! Seeing that Zhang Yue almost didn't stare out of his eyes, Zhang Ju immediately added, "There is still a month and a half before the old lady's birthday, you must try to worship Mr. Du as a teacher in this month and a half, which will be very beneficial to you in the future, understand?" ”

Zhang Yue didn't know how he agreed to this request in a daze, but he still deeply understood what his father meant. Just looking at today's situation, you can know that Sanfang's weak position in the Zhang family will not be able to change for a while and a half, so Zhang Zuo has already smashed all his expectations on him.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world...... Zhang Yue couldn't help but feel that he could have such a pair of parents in this life, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to be lazy, and he didn't know if it was lucky or unlucky.