"Here you can add a sentence: "The Master saves the disadvantages of rites and music, not only to stop rites and music, but also to guide the customs back to the way of the ancestors." This guides "from the advanced" to "the way of the saints. In this way, this article The idea of the article was immediately heightened..."
In the Sheng Family School, Wei Chen was sitting behind a large eucalyptus table, commenting on the recent articles written by Sheng Changfeng and Qi Heng.
Zhuang Jun was feeling unwell today. After seeing the old lady, he rested in the guest room in the west wing. The daily teaching tasks of the private school naturally fell on Wei Chen, a closed disciple.
Primary school teachers have taken over their classes. Similar things have happened more than once in the past two years, and it is common for students in the Shengjia School.
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After all, in the family school, the only person who really needs to be taught by Zhuang Jun himself is Sheng Changbai. The others are Sheng Changfeng, Qi Heng, and the three sisters of the Sheng family. It is more than enough for Wei Chen to do it for the teacher.
However, this time there is still something different. After all, Wei Chen has not been home to teach students in school for more than half a year.
In the more than half a year since he returned to Jiangning for Qiuwei in June last year until the end of the examination, Wei Chen only visited Sheng Hong once at Sheng's home before the examination, but never returned to the school.
After not seeing each other for a long time, the students all missed this young gentleman who was extremely knowledgeable and gave lively and interesting lectures.
Before Wei Chen left, he was just a scholar. Although he is a scholar who has won three yuan in a row, he is still a scholar after all.
But now that he came back, Wei Chen already had a shiny golden title on his head.
Having the dignified Xinke Huiyuan personally guide the article, is this a treatment that many scholars in the world dream of but never get?
But for Sheng Changfeng and Qi Heng, this is just their daily life studying in the Sheng Family School.
The two of them listened intently while looking at Wei Chen intently, their eyes full of admiration. When Wei Chen said something, they wrote it down in their notebooks and nodded repeatedly to show that they had been taught.
Of course there are also those who are not attentive.
While Wei Chen was instructing Sheng Changfeng and Qi Heng on the podium, Ru Lan quietly took out the jujube paste cake that had been cut in the morning from under the desk, stuffed a piece into her mouth first, then put her hands against the side of the table and sent it behind her. piece.
However, the plump and white little hand was blocked by another white and tender little hand.
Ru Lan looked at the intact jujube paste cake in her hand, frowned slightly, leaned back quietly, leaning on the desk behind her, then turned her face slightly and whispered: "Xiao Nizi, what are you doing? You don’t want to eat anything delicious? I had it freshly cooked in the small kitchen this morning, and it’s still steaming!”
“I don’t want to eat~~”
Ming Lan's gentle whisper came from behind: "Grandma said that when you grow up, you won't eat the way you did when you were a child. You'll become too fat and your clothes won't look good..."
Rulan was slightly startled, took out her two little fat claws, put them in front of her and made a few gestures, then withdrew her hands somewhat sarcastically, and said angrily: "I don't know who it was last time, but I caught him secretly There is a roasted bird in the courtyard of Shouantang, and your mouth is full of oil! Just wait, I will tell Mr. Zhuang later that you use the copybook he gave you to roast the bird!"
A flash of panic flashed across Minglan's little face, she tugged at the corner of Rulan's clothes, and begged pitifully: "Fifth sister, please spare me. If Mr. Zhuang finds out, he will definitely punish me again." Books, how long have my hands been free..."
"Are you scared now?" Ru Lan snorted proudly and handed over the jujube cake in her hand: "Eat it quickly, or if you don't eat it, I will tell Mr. Zhuang about the bad things you did."
"Oh~~"
Minglan took the jujube cake with a sad face, smelled the sweet and greasy aroma, and swallowed unconsciously, with a very troubled expression.
Ru Lan quickly glanced back and said speechlessly: "Isn't it just a jujube cake? What are you doing? Can you gain two kilograms of meat by eating it?"
"I..., I'm afraid that Mr. Zhuang will see him. He punishes people even more harshly than Mr. Zhuang!"
"You're afraid of him, but I'm not!"
Hearing Minglan mention Wei Chen, Rulan suddenly became angry and gritted her teeth and said: "The wolf-hearted thing obviously lives in Bianjing City, but he doesn't know to come back to see us. It's a shame that we have to go through all the trouble to make something for him." My eyes are red!
After a while I went up and asked him, without asking any questions, how much were a pair of waist protectors, a pair of knee pads, a bamboo basket pen holder, and a red bean, yam and glutinous rice cake worth in total? I want to see if he understands it! "
"Fifth sister, you'd better stop asking. Maybe they didn't take a fancy to those things in the first place, so they just threw them aside and forgot about them."
Minglan's voice sounded muffled: "I heard from my second brother that before the examination, the oiran from Fanlou sent eight pairs of gloves to the young gentleman. They were all made of fine goods made of satin velvet, and other things. Knee pads, ear pads, short-haired soft boots, etc. are all given in sets, filling the room. The courtesans in Fanlou are all very clever, so what does our crude craftsmanship mean?"
"Yeah, maybe he didn't care at all..."
After hearing Minglan's words, Rulan's expression suddenly froze, then she turned back sadly and silently buried her face in her arms.
At this moment, the sound of rain pattering outside the window, the rustling sound of writing in the lecture hall, and the rustling sounds of other people were all automatically blocked by Rulan. Only Wei Chen's clear and melodious voice like a bell could be heard. From a distance, it seemed that a certain Cheng article was being used to give examples to Sheng Changfeng and Qi Heng.
"At first glance, the purpose of this article is clear, but the text has no weirdness or color of explanation. However, its scale is far-reaching. It is an educational article and advocates the style of practical learning. You should also keep pragmatism in mind when doing your studies. Two words..."
She didn't know how long she listened, but Ru Lan felt like she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly she felt someone behind her poking her with a finger: "Fifth sister, fifth sister, wake up!"
Then there was a crisp sound, as if something fell on the table.
Ru Lan was startled and raised her head blankly, only to see the young man in front of her smiling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, one hand behind his back, and the other holding a ruler, which he placed nonchalantly on his desk. The wind blew up the hem of his clothes, and the way he stood in the wind looked like a picture of a lotus emerging from the dust.
"Little sir."
Feeling the eyes of everyone around her, Ru Lan blushed slightly and lowered her head. She didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or heat.
Wei Chen turned his head and looked at Ru Lan. Today she was wearing a very simple light yellow skirt and a slightly thin spring shirt. There was also a white begonia embroidered on the neckline. The flowers were very vividly embroidered. , swaying gracefully with the swing of the body.
Rulan's cheeks were blushing again, and the joy and shame were intertwined repeatedly in her heart. Her hands were twisted into a ball in different patterns, and she was obviously a little nervous. She didn't know whether to let him continue to look like this, or to scold him out loud. lecher.
"Napping in class."
Who would have thought that Wei Chen would make a scene as soon as he opened his mouth and sighed secretly: "Fifth sister, you are making it difficult for me. Do you think I should make you stand or copy books?"
Rulan's pretty face turned dark instantly, she took a deep breath and told herself: "I am a lady, I need to be gentle and elegant. There is no need to argue with this wooden lump whose mind is full of classics and meanings..."
