"Can the princess be literate?" Yan Zhenqing took Li Changan to his study room and arranged a table and chair suitable for a child for her.
Li Changan was very obedient and said: "Sir, you can call me Chang'an or An Niang. I almost know all the characters, but the writing is ugly."
She was quietly sizing up Yan Zhenqing.
Now Yan Zhenqing is only twenty-seven years old. To be able to reach the position of school secretary at this age is very promising. However, although he is not very old, he always has a tense face and looks young and mature. He also had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, clear facial lines, and extremely straight eyes without squinting, making him look even more serious.
This seriousness is not only reflected in his face, but also in his demeanor. He has a slender figure, a straight back, and a light green official robe held in his belt. There is not even a wrinkle on the official robe. Maybe he is not in the Yamen. Because of this, Yan Zhenqing did not wear an official hat, but wore a bun. Her hair was neatly gathered under the bun, and the exposed temples were neatly black.
It really looks like it can be mounted on a horse-drawn sword.
"Etiquette cannot be abolished." Yan Zhenqing rejected Li Changan's suggestion that he call her name.
Okay, after all, this was a ruthless person who was comforted by Emperor Suzong Li Heng of the Tang Dynasty, "You can be tolerant if you occasionally break the rules." This scared all the officials into seriousness, so Li Changan didn't insist on letting Yan Zhenqing call her by her name.
"Since the princess is already literate, let's start learning from the Analects of Confucius today." Yan Zhenqing turned around and pulled out a copy of The Analects of Confucius from the bookshelf, "I copied this book myself, and the princess can also refer to this book to practice calligraphy on weekdays."
Yan Zhenqing’s authentic work! A whole book!
Li Changan held the Analects of Confucius in both hands and felt that he could hardly breathe with excitement.
This is Yan Zhenqing's authentic work, and it is the least circulated work of Yan Zhenqing's early calligraphy, when his calligraphy was immature!
Li Changan licked the corner of his mouth, raised his head and looked at Yan Zhenqing longingly, the admiration in his eyes almost overflowing: "Sir, can you give me a few more books? I want to put some in the bedroom for easy reading on weekdays. Your words are gentle and strong, sir. Every word is like a pearl, and when you see it, you feel refreshed and refreshed. I love it very much."
The tips of Yan Zhenqing's ears instantly turned red. Although people in the Tang Dynasty were open-minded, Yan Zhenqing was a disciple of traditional Confucianism and only interacted with his colleagues. No one had ever praised him so straightforwardly as Li Changan.
The description of "Zi Zi Zhu Ji" is too much.
But Yan Zhenqing looked at the undisguised admiration in Li Changan's eyes, but was embarrassed to say too much. After all, Li Changan is just a child. It's already good to know these adjectives. How can we criticize her because she overdescribes them.
"The princess praises you too much. My writing is mediocre and I cannot be worthy of the title of 'Zhuji of every word'. Only Zhang Xu, a great master in this world, can be worthy of the praise of 'Zhuji of every word'."
Yan Zhenqing was humbled, but he did not refuse Li Changan's request and took out a few more books from where the Analects of Confucius had been placed.
These books are commonly used introductory textbooks for young children in the Tang Dynasty. It is enough to read these books familiarly before the age of fourteen. The explanations usually have to wait until they enter the school. Yan Zhenqing originally thought that Li Changan was not literate yet, so he only planned to teach her how to read from "The Analects of Confucius" first. But since Li Changan was already literate, it didn't hurt to give her these books together.
After Li Changan got the book, he immediately put it into his schoolbag as if it were a treasure. He deliberately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that were originally placed in his schoolbag, fearing that the pages would be broken.
Yan Zhenqing originally planned to teach Li Changan how to read the first sentence of the first chapter of "The Analects of Confucius" today. He once enlightened the younger brothers and sisters in the clan. The eight-year-old brothers and sisters who were enlightened could understand all the words in this sentence in one day. The writing is pretty good. Later, when he learned that Li Changan was literate, he changed his plan and planned to teach Li Changan to read the first three chapters of Xueerpian.
It's just that this person is not a real child. After Yan Zhenqing taught her to read it once, Li Changan told Yan Zhenqing that she had already finished studying "The Analects of Confucius" before, and that she could read and recite it and knew the meaning of the article.
So Yan Zhenqing asked Li Changan what he had learned.
"I can read and memorize "The Analects of Confucius", I can read and memorize most of "The Book of Songs", I have read "Shangshu" but I can only memorize some sentences..." Li Changan counted.
In fact, she knows more about the development context of five-character poems and seven-character poems, the development context of words, representative figures and representative works of various literary genres, and their meanings... these things. After all, the subject she studied was called ancient literary history, not Confucian classic literature.
Yan Zhenqing was silent.
He looked at the little girl in front of him and asked sincerely: "What does the princess want to learn when she comes to the Hongwen Pavilion to find me?"
"My mother-in-law thinks my handwriting looks like it was chewed by a dog." Li Changan said sadly.
Then Yan Zhenqing saw the words written by Li Changan like a dog chewing.
——Yan Zhenqing finally found his place of use.
So Yan Zhenqing wrote a line of words by himself, and then asked Li Changan to copy according to his handwriting. Li Changan wrote very seriously, but he made little progress in one day.
Li Changan: If Yan Zhenqing is my teacher, I can rely on him for the rest of my life! What if I progress too quickly and later he thinks I can become a teacher? I will never leave the army until I get all three generations of his family, men, women, old and young!
Another three hours passed in this way, during which Li Changan had a meal at Yan Zhenqing's house. Yan Zhenqing was very impressed with his new student and specially made a bowl of tea soup for Li Changan.
Yan Zhenqing loved tea, and his "Five-Character Couplet on Sipping Tea on a Moonlit Night" has been handed down from generation to generation. While thinking about what she knew, Li Changan painfully swallowed the bowl of tea soup filled with pepper and salt, and praised it with tears as it tasted good.
It wasn't until it was getting dark that Li Changan reluctantly stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, he took out a piece of white paper and looked at Yan Zhenqing eagerly.
"I heard that teachers often give words of encouragement to younger generations. Teacher, can you give me a word of encouragement?"
The tips of Yan Zhenqing's ears turned red again. Scholars in the Tang Dynasty did have the habit of encouraging each other by sending poems and articles to each other.
He was too embarrassed to live up to Li Changan's expectations, so he simply took the brush Li Changan handed over, covered it with ink, and wrote it with one swipe.
[Learn and practice it from time to time, isn’t it true?]
It is most appropriate to give the words of Confucius to students who have just begun to learn.
"You also need to write 'To Li Changan', as well as your signature and seal." Li Changan looked at Yan Zhenqing's signature and stamped his personal seal. He cheered and waited until the ink was completely dry before carefully placing the page in the book. Put it in your schoolbag.
This is Yan Zhenqing’s autograph!
When she returned to the Changqing Hall, Li Changan was still giddy with joy. It wasn't until she saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe with a beautiful beard in the Changqing Hall that the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.
She had met this man at the New Year's Eve banquet.
Li Linfu, now the Zhongshu Ling of the Tang Dynasty, is also the de facto first powerful prime minister.
Previously, Li Changan only knew that ridiculous things like "Wild No Ones" were related to him. Last time, she made a thorough review of the current history of important figures with Shen Chu, and she became afraid of Li Linfu... Although she is also afraid of Li Linfu now. It's of no use.
A capable minister and a treacherous prime minister, the same evaluation as Qin Hui.
At this time, he could only come to Concubine Wu Hui for one thing - to dethrone the crown prince.
It is impossible for Concubine Wu Hui to give up and depose the crown prince. The situation between Concubine Wu Hui and Prince Li Ying is now life-and-death. Over the years, Concubine Wu Hui's faction and Prince Li Ying's faction have been incompatible. They have lost count of how many obstacles they have put in each other's way.
Now there is no turning back. If the prince Li Ying comes to power, Concubine Wu Hui's faction will surely die. If Concubine Wu Hui succeeds in deposing the prince, all the officials of the prince's faction will also be punished.
Li Changan fully agrees with Concubine Wu Hui's idea of deposing the prince. Now that it's a life-and-death situation, why should he still hesitate before the battle and let the tiger go back to the mountain?
To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.
Li Changan knew this, so she would not try to persuade Concubine Wu Hui not to do it just because she knew that Concubine Wu would kill the Three Kings Nightmare.
It's just that the deposed prince doesn't have to take the other person's life, especially if his psychological endurance is not up to par. Li Changan felt that Concubine Wu Hui might not be willing to stop at the step of "delegating herself to a commoner". After all, there was the example of Li Chengqian before, and deposing as a commoner had nothing to do with the throne.
So which step went wrong, causing Concubine Wu Hui to prompt Li Longji to kill the three kings?
Li Changan felt that there was a high probability that he had something to do with Li Linfu. Li Linfu also has a nickname called "Prime Minister of Broken Family", which means that he is a psychopath and thinks about how to kill other people's whole families all day long. According to historical records, he did the same thing. He was persecuted for nineteen years as prime minister. He has killed countless loyal people.
"Alas." Li Changan sighed, feeling worried. She was just guessing, but she currently had no ability to interfere with Concubine Wu Hui's thoughts.
Concubine Wu Hui only treats her as a little pet for fun. It's okay to tease her with a little money or something leaking out from her fingers, but she will definitely not listen to her opinion on important matters.
Forget it, it's useless for her to worry. She should find a way to sell her tea first. If she has the chance to change the fate of Concubine Wu Hui, she will do her best. If she doesn't have the chance, she has no choice but to do her best and obey fate. Li Changan then thought about it. He thought, shaking his head and no longer guessing about Li Linfu's purpose of coming here today.
Returning to his dormitory, Li Changan carefully placed the stack of Confucian classics handwritten by Yan Zhenqing given to her by Yan Zhenqing on the bookshelf, and put the signed "The Analects of Confucius" back into his school bag, and then removed it from the treasure box. She took out the title deed to the thirty acres of tea tree field given to her by Concubine Wu Hui, and planned to leave the palace to find Shen Chu tomorrow.
I don’t know if her teacher knows how to increase the tea tree harvest... It’s reasonable for a university professor to know how to farm, right?
"A sneeze."
In a house in Shengpingfang, the willow trees had just sprouted new buds, and the wind in the first month was still a bit cold. A woman wearing Hu clothes who was squatting in the ground was agitated by the cold wind. She stood up and picked up the crescent moon stool on one side. He picked up his scarlet cloak with fur edges and put it on his shoulders.
She looked at the wheat germ that was growing right in front of her and pondered in silence.
This is the winter wheat she planted in late September last year, and now it has just sprouted some green shoots.
The place is too small, and there is only such a small area to grow wheat, so there are not enough samples at all.
She does have a village in the western suburbs, but the area of the village is not large, and the village has to support her and her sister's daily expenses, so it can't be easily moved...
"Sister."
While she was deep in thought, a cheerful voice broke her thoughts, and Pei Su turned to look at the person.
The person who came was also a young woman about twenty-five years old. She looked very similar to Pei Su, but her figure was rounder. This was her sister, Pei Yun.
Pei Yun held a plate of steamed buns in her hand and looked at her twin sister with a smile: "Uncle asked us to go with him for an outing in the suburbs of Chang'an tomorrow."
Pei Su snorted coldly.
"Going on an outing is fake, but finding a husband for you and me is real."
In the past five years since they came here, the nominal uncle Chen Sheng has been thinking about marrying them off to find two good husbands. It would be best to use the good surname "Pei" to find two good men who can find officials for his son. relatives by marriage.
Five years ago, this shabby old man even wanted to give his two beautiful nieces to a treacherous man named Ji Wen as his wives and concubines. He was so angry that the two sisters, who were just in their prime, committed suicide by drinking medicine. Only then did they change their bodies. To kill their souls is to bully two orphans because their parents died early.
"I've already tried to shirk it twice. It's hard to shirk it again." Pei Yun sighed.
Neither my sister nor she are good at dealing with people, but in such a complicated family, we can only take one step at a time.
