Today is no different from yesterday. There is still literature class in the morning and martial arts class in the afternoon. Mr. Qianjia Poetry is still being taught in the literature class, while martial arts class is only teaching some basic skills.
Even if some people have learned it a long time ago and some people can't keep up, it doesn't matter to them, as if they just need to complete their daily tasks.
After several days, Mr. Literary Class assigned them their first homework, requiring them to copy the two poems they learned in class and add annotations, and nothing else.
After assigning their homework, they finished class early, returned to the hospital to have a meal, and then went to the martial arts stage. In the afternoon, they only had to practice staggering around under the shade of a tree for an hour.
Yin Shang put away his book and looked at the light morning mist and warm sun outside the house, thinking that this yellow beam surrounded by honey is really corrosive to the heart and bones.
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Returning to the hospital in the evening, Yin Shang wrote a page of words and finished his homework hastily. While Jin Chengyi was cooking, Yin Shang followed Lin Boyu into a wing room.
The things in that house were cleared out and used as a place for martial arts training.
Purantai has been patrolled by guards since the third day they moved in, both for protection and surveillance. Yin Shang didn't want to be in the limelight, so he could only stay a little secret.
Lin Boyu is twenty-one this year. Her parents are both Yin Shu's confidants. She later studied under Chen Xuandao, a master of Qihui martial arts. She became a disciple at the age of five and traveled with her master. Although she is young, she possesses both Qinggong and Qinggong. She has already achieved some proficiency in swordsmanship, and she stayed with Yin Shang when she was enlightened at the age of four.
Jin Chengyi is even younger, only seventeen this year, but she has a solid foundation, excellent archery skills, and excellent eyesight. Yin Shu was also carefully selected, so she let these two people protect her to Dingzhou.
Yin Shang is only eight years old, but his weapon has already changed from a wooden sword to an iron sword. Although it has not yet been sharpened, its power cannot be underestimated.
After practicing for more than half an hour, the two of them came out of the house and ate. Yin Shang read in the house for another hour before washing up and going to bed at Lin Boyu's urging.
The next day was the day of rest, but Yin Shang still got up at about 10:00, and after half an hour of morning exercise, he practiced calligraphy in the house.
She did not ask Jin or Lin to serve her, but stood alone at the table, cutting paper, grinding ink, and polishing pens in a slow and orderly manner.
After all the preparations were completed, she raised her wrist with the pen and lowered her head slightly. The faint morning light gave her tall and straight outline a layer of gold, and her young face showed a calmness that did not suit her age.
After soaking up the ink, she hung her wrist and started writing. Each stroke was done smoothly and in its own way.
From the day she was enlightened, no matter whether it was spring, autumn, winter or summer, whether it was cold or hot, she would get up at 9 o'clock in the morning every day to practice martial arts and calligraphy. She not only had to learn from famous teachers, but also copied the original works of ancient sages.
Burning ointment and keeping the sundial, day after day, never slack off for a moment.
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After practicing calligraphy, Yin Shang practiced archery with Jin Chengyi for a while. After breakfast, he wanted to take a rest, but he saw Suo Qianyu coming to her pitifully with a book.
She waved to him as usual and said, "Come here."
Suo Qianyu walked in. Before anyone could reach him, he started crying in a milky voice: "Sister, I don't know how to write this."
He handed her the book, which was the page where his teacher assigned him the homework, and repeated with tears: "I can't write."
Yin Shang was so funny that he wiped his tears and said, "What's there to cry about? I'll teach you."
She ordered Jin Chengyi to set up a desk for him in the courtyard, prepared paper and pen, sat next to him, opened the book again, and said, "Be more serious and follow me to write one by one."
Suo Qianyu nodded obediently with tears in his eyes.
Yin Shang didn't tell him too much about writing skills for the time being. He only asked him to follow his instructions and deal with his schoolwork first.
After he finished writing, Yin Shang taught him to write his own name. He wrote reluctantly, and there were clumps of ink on the paper, but Yin Shang didn't say anything.
Suo Qianyu looked at the mess in front of him, then at the clean paper in front of Yin Shang, and asked expectantly: "Can I write as well as my sister when I grow up?"
Yin Shang said: "Study hard and practice hard, it should be possible."
Suo Qianyu immediately smiled happily. He felt more and more uncomfortable looking at his first handwriting and insisted on writing another one.
Yin Shang helped him prepare a new pen and paper, explained the annotations to him sentence by sentence, and after writing them, half the morning passed.
After Suo Qianyu left, Yin Shang looked at the discarded papers on the small case in front of him and suddenly remembered something.
...Let's go at night.
She ordered Jin Chengyi to put her things away and return to the house. Lin Boyu followed her in, handed her a folded letter, and said softly: "A letter from Qi Hui."
They had no worries about food and clothing in Dingzhou, and there were no restrictions on sending letters home. Every month, attendants would come to pick up letters and deliver them. However, the letter must have been checked at all levels. If there was an extra spot of ink in it, it would probably be picked over and over again. Naturally, I can't write anything out of the ordinary, most of it is just to report that I am safe.
But this was sent by Lin Boyu, so naturally it was not what he said on the surface.
Yin Shang reached out to take it and quickly opened the letter.
"My son:
Is it safe? When winter comes, put on more clothes and don’t think about it at home.
The current situation of the people cannot bear to read. There is a severe drought in the border towns, officials impose excessive taxes, and the people are in dire straits.
At the end of the year, Dingzhou went to various countries to collect taxes and increase labor services, so that the country was destitute and the people were impoverished.
The emperor punished Ting and learned about the royal family to frighten other countries, and also made his son a hostage. People were frightened and did not dare to act rashly.
Once this is gone, I don’t know when I will return it.
I hope that my son will remember my instructions, not to be afraid of strong power, to eliminate evil and support the weak, and to have all people in mind. "
After reading it, Yin Shang gently folded it in half and placed it under the fire. The flames licked the paper and reflected Yin Shangping's peaceful and indifferent face.
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In the middle of the night, Yin Shang thought of what happened during the day, and ran out of the window to find Jiang Yixue again.
After she changed his attendant that time, she never came to see him again, and the two of them never communicated during class.
However, at this moment, she just knocked lightly, and the window opened in response.
Yin Shang was suspicious, looking at the other person's beautiful little face under the moonlight, and asked: "Are you waiting for me?"
Jiang Yixue froze, her mouth tightened, and she said nothing.
Fortunately, Yin Shang didn't ask any further questions. He just asked, "Have you done your homework? I remember you said last time that you couldn't read all the characters. Can you write them?"
Jiang Yixue gave her a complicated look, and it took a long time to say two words: "No."
Yin Shang's expression did not change and he said, "I'll teach you." After that, she waved her hand towards him and said, "Get out of the way and I'll get in."
Jiang Yixue hesitated a little, looked at her for a few breaths, and finally took two steps back.
Yin Shang was dexterous, stretched out his hand to climb onto the window sill, rolled over in one fell swoop, and landed on the ground inside without a sound, then closed the window with his backhand.
"Light on."
"Is there paper and pen?"
"..."
Jiang Yixue felt like a puppet, doing whatever she said, until the two of them sat side by side at the table, and Yin Shang even suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
He was startled and was about to pull away subconsciously, but Yin Shang let go and said, "Well, the injuries are all healed."
Jiang Yixue was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Yin Shang didn't pay much attention to him. He just hung his wrist on the paper and said, "Follow me and write."
Jiang Yixue could only imitate her movements and write stroke by stroke.
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After writing one piece, Yin Shang squinted at it and said casually: "Well, he is indeed two years older and his writing is much better than Suo Qianyu's."
Jiang Yixue's hand froze, and the finger bones holding the pen turned white.
Seeing her put down her pen and stand up, Jiang Yixue knew that she was leaving. She couldn't hold it back and asked softly: "Why do you want to help me?"
"Ah?" Yin Shang turned around and asked in confusion, "Do you need any more reason to help you?"
Jiang Yixue's exquisite facial features were outlined by the dim candlelight, and she lowered her head and murmured: "Don't you need it?"
His voice was so soft that it was about to float in the air with the next breath. He didn't know whether he was asking himself or others.
The only response he received was the sound of the window opening and closing.
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In a few days, they will be a month old in Dingzhou. Everyone is a little familiar with each other, but they can't be said to be friends with each other. At most, only Suo Qianyu likes to follow Yin Shang, but he is only five years old. , and no one will say anything.
On the tenth day of the lunar month, they went to the palace to pay their respects to Emperor Yongzai according to the etiquette. They were still in the Xuanshi Hall as before, and followed the ministers of the previous dynasty on the jade steps to the magnificent palace.
Emperor Yongzai only glanced at them briefly, asked Zhou Yuan alone how his food and accommodation were, and then waved them away.
After returning from the palace, they had nothing to do, so Yin Shang and Lin Boyu continued to practice the sword skills they had not finished yesterday.
When the New Year was about to come, envoys from various countries came to the pilgrimage to pay tribute and tax money for this year. By the way, they also came to Purantai to visit their queens and queens.
The one who came to Qi Hui was Dahonglu Shaoqing Gu Xuan. He was once the fiancé of Yin Guang, the eldest sister of Yin Shang. Later, the engagement was broken off for some reason, and he was quite familiar with Yin Shang.
He brought Yin Guang's family letters to Yin Shang. The eldest sister was very sincere and asked her to take care of herself. Even though Yin Shang was young and mature, she couldn't help but have red eyes.
Gu Xuan sighed, touched the top of her head and said, "Don't be sad, Your Highness."
Yin Shang nodded dullly, pressed the corners of his eyes, raised his head and asked Gu Xuan softly: "How much are the tribute and taxes this year?"
Gu Xuan paused, squatted down and looked at her level, and said softly: "This year's harvest is not good, so the gifts are also insects, fish, birds, beasts, gold, jade and jewelry, which is equivalent to more than 13,000 taels of silver. The tax and silver are different from before." Bu Li paid more than thirty-five thousand taels."
A country pays tribute of nearly 50,000 people.
Even so, when there was a severe drought in the border town, the court sent only more than 5,000 taels of relief money and grain and grass. They did not lighten the corvee and pay small taxes, but continued to impose heavy taxes. The victims were harassed, and they suppressed them by force, as if there was no trouble. Come to the capital and act as if it never happened.
Yin Shang asked again: "What is the situation in various countries?"
Gu Xuan said: "What happened at Suiting last year really shocked all the countries. This year, the tribute and taxes have been paid in full, but the monthly payment has not been paid, so I have to pay back the debt and offer Wang Ji to appease the anger of the sky."
Yin Shang was stunned and asked: "Wang Ji?" She heard Suo Qianyu say that he had a sister, but she was only twenty-seven years old this year. She asked again: "Is she the eldest Wang Ji of Yue Zhi? Fourteen years old?"
Gu Xuan nodded and said: "Yes, I sent it to you today when I met the saint. Your Majesty didn't say anything and accepted it together with the receipt."
Yin Shang didn't know how to feel. She was still a little confused about this matter, but she also knew that it was not a good thing.
She gritted her teeth and remembered what her mother had written in her letter - I hope my son will remember my instructions, not to be afraid of the powerful, to eliminate rape and support the weak, and to have all people in mind.
But she was still too young, and all she could do was help the people around her. She could not help her mother, Qi Hui, or the thousands of people who saw her off by the roadside.
The heart holds all nations.
There are thousands of people in my heart.
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On New Year's Eve, Emperor Yongzai announced that they would enter the palace and have a banquet with his courtiers.
This is the first time they have spent the New Year outside since they were born, so they naturally feel homesick, but they actually know how to pretend to be happy and grateful in front of others.
Everyone spoke auspicious words, there were silk, bamboo, wind and pipe music, and under the peaceful singing and dancing, there were sounds of long live the roaring mountains and the tsunami.
Look, it’s a scene of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.
When they returned to the hospital after the banquet, the group finally stopped laughing and walked on the road crying, as if they were homesick.
Yin Shang didn't cry, but when she saw Jiang Yixue walking behind her with an expressionless face, she asked, "Don't you miss home?"
Jiang Yixue glanced at her and said, "I have no home."
Yin Shang was silent, thinking of his former attendant and the series of scars on his body, and said no more.
After a long time, Jiang Yixue took the initiative and asked, "Are you homesick?"
Yin Shang nodded, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said, "I want to."
The cold night wind blew across her young face. She stretched out her hand to brush away the broken hair that was blown up by the wind, and whispered softly: "I really want to."
The days in a foreign country go on like this day by day.
Every day consists of literary classes, martial arts classes, taking a bath, and going to the palace to say hello, day after day, month after month.
The teacher in the literature class taught them to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, to be loyal to the emperor, and to be loyal and wise. Every word he spoke was extremely impassioned, as if only the word "loyalty" was written on the thin book.
The teacher in the martial arts class has not taught them any archery or martial arts for several years. He only teaches them to keep fit and healthy. For her, this is the task accomplished.
In addition to being familiar with Suo Qianyu, Yin Shang gradually became familiar with Zhou Xiangxun next door. She had an awkward status. She was feared by her father in Xidi, and was disliked by Emperor Yongzai in Dingzhou. On the surface, she looked arrogant. Domineering is actually a sign of fierceness and cruelty.
The rest of the people, except Shen Yuexi from Xu Rong and Zhan Lubo from Lingzi, who were a bit arrogant and domineering, the rest of them had no intention of making enemies with anyone. Even Zhou Yuan, who had an extraordinary status, treated everyone politely. of.
In the year when Yin came to Dingzhou, Jin Chengyi asked Jin Chengyi to plant an osmanthus tree in the courtyard. Every year, Lin Boyu personally made Qi Hui osmanthus glutinous rice for her. For seven or eight years, it never fell down every year.
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It’s the autumnal equinox again.
The new osmanthus flowers in the courtyard have just begun to grow. Lin Boyu picked them one by one and pounded them gently in a stone mortar. They made a crisp sound and the air was filled with the light fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
Yin Shang has grown taller in the past two years, and the cuffs of her clothes always become shorter within a few months. Jin Chengyi took advantage of the weather to get some more clothes cut for her.
The door of the main room opened and closed gently. Yin Shang had just finished practicing calligraphy, walked out of the door and stretched into the morning light.
The sunlight passed through the sparse shade of the trees and gently enveloped her body. She was already sixteen, her facial features gradually grew longer, her eyebrows were sparse and cold, and she looked a little indifferent when she was not smiling. However, when she saw Lin Boyu this time, she easily felt He laughed heartily, walked to her side, and said, "Sister Lin, is it the time to make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice again?"
Lin Boyu smiled and said, "Yes, I made the glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus today, so you can eat them tomorrow."
Yin Shang smiled and nodded, moved a chair to sit next to her, and listened quietly to the rhythmic sound of pounding flowers.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye.
