"Brother Chongyuan, I took the liberty to come here to ask for something!"
In Chang'an City, Xiao Yu, who had just returned, did not go home. Instead, he went directly to visit Dr. Kong Yingda at his home.
Although his son Xiao Rui is excellent, his fallacies and heresies are very dangerous, so it is urgent to hire a good teacher to teach him. And Kong Yingda is not only a doctor of Guozi, but also an eighteenth bachelor of the Qin Dynasty, the thirty-second generation grandson of Confucius, and is very famous.
"Oh, Brother Shi Wen? (Xiao Yu's courtesy name is Shi Wen), congratulations to Brother Shi Wen for returning to the court. Yesterday, His Majesty sent the news that his official rank has been further improved. It's a joy to congratulate him." Kong Yingda also just returned from the court.
The two parties sat down separately, and Xiao Yu talked about the reason for coming, and carefully took out the poem from his arms, "Brother Chongyuan, please look at this, this is Quan Zi's humble work."
At first, Kong Yingda seriously thought that Brother Shi Wen was really worried about his son. Everyone has heard about his son, who is quite unique. In his early years, because he did not want to stay at home and study, he left home to study alone. He went there for several years without seeing anyone. He was obviously an out-of-touch child.
But when Xiao Yu took out the copybook, Kong Yingda was stunned. what's the situation? Isn't it just your son's random graffiti? So cherished? Treat it like a treasure and hide it close to your body? Are you concerned?
I was quite dissatisfied in my heart, feeling that Xiao Yu was doting on his son to no end. Put it in our Kong family? That's impossible. Which boy dares to be unfilial and disobedient? Interruption...huh? This is?
As the copybook unfolded, Kong Yingda's eyes froze, staring at the sharp words, unable to look away for a moment.
Xiao Yu was very satisfied with the expression of his old friend and said with a smile: "It's a joke. I have no name and little knowledge, but I dare to make such arrogant remarks. I shouldn't let it go. But the child is too stubborn...so I can only Come and beg Brother Chongyuan, just compose a random song and let that boy know what it means to have a better world. I will become your disciple from now on, so train him well."
"Brother Chongyuan, Brother Chongyuan..." Xiao Yu patted Kong Yingda.
Ahem...
After coming back to his senses, Kong Yingda praised: "Brother Shi Wen, my son's calligraphy is so good. I have never seen such a novel font. It is sharp and free from all directions, with a knight-errant atmosphere. It is wonderful!" "
"Ahem, that boy doesn't want to imitate the ancients. His own anonymous calligraphy is not worth mentioning. Please take a look at this poem and comment on it." Xiao Yu is too Versailles.
"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming... Well, in the first two sentences, the image of a Yanzhao knight is vividly displayed on the paper, quite satisfactory. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and the rustle is like a shooting star? Good! What a sentence, it is as rustling as a shooting star! Kill one person in ten steps..."
Starting from the third sentence, Kong Yingda stopped commenting while reading, not because of disdain, but because it was too late. It was so good that I couldn't hold it back. After reciting it in one breath, the old man's breathing became rapid and his face turned red.
"Amazing, amazing! What a genius...Brother Shi Wen, your son Gui Geng?"
"I'm just seventeen years old. Brother Chongyuan, I know you like to start recruiting students from an early age. Quan Zi is a bit too old..." Xiao Yu was still saying nice things.
Forehead……
Thinking of the condition Xiao Yu said before, he had to write a song called "Super Far" to be qualified to be Xiao Rui's teacher. Kong Yingda's expression froze and his old face turned red, "Brother Shi Wen, I'm really sorry. It's not about age. . Your son’s poems are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and are comparable to the reincarnation of Cao Zijian. I can’t write better poems than him, so I am not qualified to be this child’s teacher.”
"How, how could this happen? Brother Chongyuan, don't be humble, you are just a child. You are Dr. Guozi, so whatever..."
"What are you talking about? If you are not as good as you are, you are not as good as you are. A gentleman is magnanimous. If you rely on your age to become someone else's teacher, your children will not be convinced." Kong Yingda is a great Confucian and practices the way of a gentleman.
Seeing the other party's refusal, Xiao Yu sighed, then said goodbye and left.
But Kong Yingda said: "But since it is my nephew's matter, I should help. Brother Shi Wen, why don't you leave the poems and articles? I promise to help you find a qualified gentleman for your nephew."
"Oh? Really? Then I will..." Xiao Yu was about to agree, but when he saw Kong Yingda's hot eyes, staring at the copybook, he didn't understand why, and he almost fell into the trap of this old boy. He was clearly coveting the copybook.
"Ahem, even Brother Chongyuan can't do it, so don't mention it. Thank you very much, Brother Chongyuan, for your kindness. I'll take my leave. I'll bother you another day."
Looking at Xiao Yu's leaving figure and the copybook that was put away again, Kong Yingda reluctantly withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao Rui? Seventeen years old? Alas, my eldest son is ten years old this year. It’s eight years old and I still can’t come up with a few good sentences... Huh, come on, call the three young masters!”
...Well, the three brothers of the Kong family are in danger!
After leaving Kong Yingda's house, Xiao Yu went to Yan Shigu's house. This was the same outstanding Confucian of three generations after the Confucian saint Yan Hui, and he was very wise.
It was similar to Kong Yingda’s reaction, but Yan Shigu’s comment praised a bunch of poetry and just lamented that it was powerless, but he didn’t mean to forcefully leave a copybook.
Then Yao Silian, Yu Shinan... almost visited the eighteen bachelors one by one, but no one dared to answer one of them.
Xiao Yu looked disappointed and went back, but the people he visited reacted afterwards and cursed: "Bah! Why choose a teacher with poetry? Old man, are you choosing a teacher for your son? It's obvious that you just used poetry to choose a teacher." My son's poems and essays are showing off all over Chang'an! Is it great to have a son with good literary talent? Our family... ahem, it pissed off everyone, let's have another one!"
In the Xiao Family Manor, Xiao Rui still didn't know that his father Xiao Yu was anxious to go back not to take up a job, but to help him become famous. He accepted the emperor's imperial edict, then sent two foodies away, just after sending the guests away.
On the way back, Cheng Yaojin with blue eyes complained: "What did I say? I won't let you do it, I won't let you do it! You must not listen, we are rough people, what do we know about poetry, calligraphy and painting? Now Okay? We all lost to an unknown young man, it’s embarrassing to tell anyone."
Yuchi Gong, who also had blue eyes, pinched Yahuazi and complained, "You don't like calligraphy and painting? If you hadn't argued with me, how could the door of his house be broken? How did I know that those two boys were so good? You know them, you would have known earlier. So, why didn't you tell me earlier? It's all your fault! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been beaten like this. Look at these eyes?"
"Blame me? Okay, give me the calligraphy and painting in your arms!" Cheng Yaojin reached out to grab it.
"Why? This is mine. Xiao Rui agreed that each person should have one copy. It is newly written and signed." Yuchi Gong defended it with all his strength.
"Bah! If I hadn't arranged for Xue Li to give both of us a black eye, do you think Xiao Rui would be so easy to talk to? This is his apology..."
The two quarreled all the way, and Xiao Rui was training Xue Li at home. Why was it that his move today was not serious? And injured someone?
"Brother, it's not that I can't hold back. I, why do I feel like they bumped into my fist on purpose? But, how could this happen?"
What? ? ? oops! You've been fooled, this devil incarnate may look rough on the outside, but he's actually very cunning! Xiao Rui slapped his thigh hard!
Early the next morning, in the Tai Chi Hall, the generals were all pointing their fingers at Datang Erhei. All the civil servants gathered together and talked a lot. The emperor came in and saw, eh, so lively? What happened?
