"Xu'er, let's give him a quilt. It will be cold at night and she will be frozen."

"Okay." Chen Xu nodded, and did a good job to the end, sent the Buddha to the west, and helped his mother accumulate merits.

The rain rustled outside the temple at night, and Chen Xu and his son sat on the mattress and covered a quilt with a quilt. The candlelight swayed, and the sound of reading echoed in the blocked space of the temple.

"Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn't it a gentleman if people don't know it?"

Ancient people had Kuang Heng who was stolen from the wall, Sun Jing hung his head on the beam, and Su Qin stabbed his thighs. But who was studying on a journey? All the way north, Chen Xu read the Three-character Classic under his mother's "high pressure", memorized the hundred families and the thousand-character text, and now he had begun to conquer the "Analects of Confucius". If he failed to win the top scorer, God could not agree. Chen Xu followed his mother to study while thinking about it.

"Zai Yu was sleeping during the day. The Master said, 'The rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be slapped! How can I punish you?"

The more boring things are, the easier it is to get sleepy. When Chen Ying'er read these sentences, Chen Xu felt that he was fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. He wanted to be busy during the day and had no rest at noon. He absent-mindedly said: "The Master said: Don't sleep at noon, and you will collapse in the afternoon; Mencius said: Confucius is right."

Before I finished learning the Analects of Confucius, Chen Xu had already involved "Mencius". This was a great talent; Chen Ying'er's face turned red with excitement, and she glared at Chen Xu and said, "If you don't concentrate when you do your studies, you should fight!"

Chen Ying'er took out the bamboo ruler, Chen Xu hurriedly grabbed her hand and said, "Mom, don't hit me."

"You must not be skilled in learning, and you must be punished if you make mistakes." Chen Ying'er's expression was serious. With a "bang", the bamboo board fell heavily on the palm of her left hand, and she counted it herself.

"one."

Chen Xu doesn't care about being beaten by his mother, but his son makes mistakes and cannot let his mother be punished. Although Chen Ying'er's method is almost a rogue, it has a great effect. Chen Xu reasoned with her, and she said, "If you don't teach strictly, your teacher is lazy." If you forcefully stop it, she will act more ruthlessly until you hit the scheduled number.

"Bang!"

The second board then fell into the palm of her palm, and the force was much greater than the first one; before she could take a breath, her third board fell to the same position again. After five strokes, Chen Ying'er's palm was swollen.

"Does it hurt?"

Chen Ying'er didn't say anything, she continued reading: "Zai Yu sleeps during the day. The Master said, 'The rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be squid! How can I punish you?"

The famous anthropologist, Mr. Qin Shou, once said: People are forced to do so, and this is really a good word. Before going to bed, Chen Xu memorized most of the "Analects of Confucius" and said.

It was late at night and Chen Ying'er was already asleep. Chen Xu was lying beside her, holding her palm and listening to the sound of her breathing. His thoughts rose and fell. He didn't know when the Qiuyu stopped.

The next morning, Chen Ying'er tidied up her bedding, and Chen Xu checked the injury of the man in black. He (she) was not only in a coma but also had a high fever.

"How is she?" Chen Ying'er asked.

The more injured and sick you are, the more energy you need to replenish. Chen Xu used the old clay pot from last night to boil water and poured half a bowl of sand and sugar water into the mouth of the black-clad person.

"It's hard to say whether he can survive. Let him sleep here. I'll come back to see him when we settle down." Chen Xu wanted to buy some herbs by the way, thinking about the money thrown away by his mother, but he swallowed it back when he said that.

Peiping is a city with a "convex" shape. The outer city covers the south of the inner city, which wraps the imperial city and the imperial city covers the Forbidden City. In the early days of the founding of the Great Yan Kingdom, the two cities in the east and west of the inner city were the main commercial areas. By the time of the Shenzong period, the commercial areas in the outer city south of the first three gates of the inner city gradually flourished. There were pig markets and coal markets outside Zhengyangmen; there were rice markets and Chai City outside Chongwenmen; there were vegetable markets, mule markets and fruit markets outside Xuanwumen.

"Xu'er, the Duke's Mansion is outside the imperial city Dong'anmen, how can we get there?"

Chen Xu and his son stood on the street leading from Yongding Gate to Zhengyang Gate. He looked around and said, "We are entering the city from Yongding Gate. We pass through Zhengyang Gate to the inner city. When we enter the city gate, we should almost arrive."

"Xu'er, how do you know?"

Chen Xu: "..."

The two walked along the street and walked towards him a man in his twenties, wearing a jade-colored shirt with soap-colored edges and a square flat scarf. He shook his head and muttered something when he walked. This is a pity that he lived in ancient times. If he had run to the modern times, he would definitely be hit by a car when he went out.

Chen Xu wanted to ask him if the reasoning just now was correct. Chen Ying'er was not good at chatting, so the things she asked for naturally fell on Chen Xu. He was actually not used to the way Yan people greeted him, and he prefers modern ways.

"Hi, buddy, how do you go to xxx?"

Unfortunately, he had to enter the country and follow the customs.

"Young Master, please stay. I wonder what your son is called."

The scholar looked at Chen Xu in surprise and bowed deeply, "I have seen a lady, I am polite here."

Chen Xu was embarrassed, and he raised his face, "Believe it or not, I will slap you."

"You...you are insulting."

Back to the topic, the man introduced himself: "The little student Lingyang, whose courtesy name is Zhongtian, was a scholar who was named Yiji last year."

"Last year old, some scholar who was a student of B degree?"

"***" Ling Yang muttered a few words quickly.

Chen Xu still didn't hear it clearly.

"The lost scholar."

"Falling?" Chen Xu didn't react for a moment. He asked, "It's you who stood in the room and fell to the ground, this scholar who fell to the ground?"

"You insult the scholars!"

Chen Xu: "..."

Although the process of getting to know each other was not very pleasant, the two met after all. Chen Xu asked: "My mother and I are going to Ningguo Duke's Mansion. Do we have to turn right after passing through Zhengyang Gate?"

"I can't wear it." Ling Yang answered bluntly.

"Ah? Why?"

Lingyang saw that Chen Xu was sympathetic and sympathetic. He was often called a nerd. Now he finally found a comrade. "Zhengyang Gate is the gate of the emperor's dragon car, so it is also called the 'national gate'. The emperor goes out from Zhengyang Gate twice a year: once it is the winter solstice to go to the Temple of Heaven to worship the sky, and also the Jingzhe to the Xiannongtan to cultivate land."

"Damn!"

"Damn?" Ling Yang looked at Chen Xu in question.

Chen Xu looked at him as if nothing had happened: "The same meaning as 'Zi Yue'."

Ling Yang suddenly realized, and then he asked, "What are you doing when you go to my house?"

"Your home?"

"Duke Ling Xuan of Ningguo is the young master." Ling Yang bowed his hand slightly to show respect when he talked about his master.

Chen Xu looked at Lingyang, and the descendants of Ningguo Duke's Mansion looked like this. He turned around and said to his mother: "Mom, we finally found the organization."

Lingyang led the way, and Chen Xu asked about Butler Jia’s recent situation indirectly.

"Are you coming to Beijing to join Butler Jia?"

Chen Xu nodded and said yes. Ling Yang stopped, turned around and bowed deeply to Chen Ying'er who was sitting on the back of the donkey, and bowed: "I lack a book boy below. If the wife does not dislike it, it is better for the son to be the book boy below..."

"I don't agree." Before Ling Yang finished speaking, Chen Ying'er decisively denies it. Shutong is the slave of the master's family and wants to sign a contract for selling his body. Once he signs a contract for selling his body, he will not be qualified to take the scientific examination. Chen Ying'er would rather suffer and suffer than break his son's future because of this.

Chen Xu didn't care. What's wrong with being a book boy? Can't he fool such a nerd? But seeing Chen Ying'er's look of crying, he couldn't help but grab Chen Ying'er's hand and said, "I'll listen to my mother."

Not long after, the three of them came to the Ningguo Duke's Mansion. The door was wide open, with lights and colorful colors. There was a red carpet in front of the door. The servants and maids in the mansion did not line up to welcome him. Chen Xu looked at his mother and Lingyang. Is it necessary to be so grand? **************************************** new book is uploaded. After reading it, click on the collection and then click on the recommendation. It's no trouble. Really, Ling Yun thanks~~
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