Chapter 145 Song Xiangseng

Xihuamen.

Song Zhiyuan got on his carriage, leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest, recalling the words he had with the emperor in his mind.

I guessed it right, the emperor did not want to have the opportunity to disturb the prince's dispute in the future, otherwise he would have given a marriage directly just now.

Song Zhiyuan rubbed the big ring on his thumb and sighed.

After being emperor for many years, I have to say that the emperor's thoughts are indeed deep, and he no longer dares to guess easily.

When he returned to the prime minister's mansion, Song Zhiyuan was about to turn to the study room, but he stopped, but turned to Nanyuan to fall down. There were disciples who lived there who were worshipping him.

Parked in front of a wing room, a book boy was washing clothes at the door. When he looked up and saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then stood up and saluted respectfully.

"I pay homage to the prime minister."

"No gift."

There was already movement inside the door, and soon a tall figure appeared in sight. He was one of Song Zhiyuan's disciples, Yan Zisheng, whose courtesy name was Changsheng.

Yan Zisheng quickly walked to Song Zhiyuan and bowed: "Sir, here is here."

"Come and see you when you are free, have you completed your studies?" Song Zhiyuan entered the house accompanied by him.

Yan Zisheng moved a chair and asked him to sit down. He took the teacup on the table and poured him a cup of tea. He smiled and said, "The student happened to make a discussion on the old topic. Is the sir commenting on one or two?"

"Give it."

Yan Zisheng presented the proposal he wrote, but saw that the handwriting in the article was very neat, with a gentle stroke but sharp.

Song Zhiyuan continued to read the whole article and said that this argument was based on the major imperial examination questions three years ago. The answers were generally very pragmatic, but some lacked practical experience and some were a little vague.

Song Zhiyuan pointed out the shortcomings one by one, and combined his years of experience as an official, pointing out the contradictions in answering questions, which made Yan Zi very ashamed.

"It's worthy of being a teacher. When the student answers the questions, he wonders if it's too impractical. Now listening to the teacher's words is like enlightenment." Yan Zisheng said admirably.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "You have a solid academic foundation, but what you lack is just age and experience. It is good to think that this level is good. But as an official, you must control comprehensively and balance, and you cannot gain or lose. It is right to be a person-oriented. But as an official of your parents, you must be based on things. After all, there is no rule, and you cannot manage a place well as rules and systems."

Yan Zisheng stood up and bowed and bowed: "Student Mr. Xie's teachings."

"Are you sure that this autumn examination will end?"

Yan Zisheng nodded: "At least 80%."

"Not bad." Song Zhiyuan looked at his gentle and handsome face, and inexplicably thought of his young self back then, and changed his voice: "You are eighteen years old, right?"

"If you come back to the teacher, the student will be nineteen after the winter begins."

"I'm not young anymore. After the autumn examination, your mother will probably have to arrange a marriage for you, but what do you think?"

Yan Zisheng studied in a farming family. His father died early. There were only twenty acres of thin land in his family. He could only get through the exam by his mother and sister doing embroidery and renting land.

Therefore, Yan Zisheng was also born in a poor family. Compared with Song Zhiyuan, he had to have a little bit of money, at least he had to have a poor family.

As for the marriage, he was a little uncomfortable and said, "My mother also said that she would talk about it after the autumn examination."

Song Zhiyuan naturally understood that if Yan Zisheng was a high school Jinshi, then there would be more choices. If he ranks higher, he would be the candidate for a popular son-in-law.

Song Zhiyuan looked at this young face and thoughts arose in his mind.
Chapter completed!