"The Lin family has been full of books for generations, and there are many talents coming out from generation to generation. I remember that the old man was a close minister of Hanlin..."

The old man waved his hand, "Don't mention the past. I'm old, now it's a new world. The Lin family lives in seclusion, and it's not the past..."

"The old man is a man with a lot of hills and valleys in Huai'an... I've been begging for a while. A few days ago, I met Lord Fan and Mei Mou mentioned the old man very much. He said that there are very few people in the court and Hanlin who can compare with the old man."

Mei Zhiqian savored tea and stared at the tea and said something in the words.

Everyone understands people. The old man sighed lightly and held the teacup, as if he was recalling, "Meng Zhi is a nostalgic person, but it is also serious. Now everything is renewed and there are many talents. We are all half-tied people. It's better not to mention it. By the way, when we came back from Kyoto a few days ago, something big happened to Beijing. I don't know what the situation is now. Spring is about to begin. The spring exam is the hope of scholars all over the world, and it cannot be delayed."

"The old man is still worried about the people in the world. The spring examination is a major event for the country and it is indeed impossible to delay it. However, what happened in the capital is also a major event for the country. The old man must have heard of it. Since he has spoken, Mei also wants to hear the old man's opinion."

Mei Zhiqian put down the teacup, his eyes became a little serious, and his frivolous spirit also restrained a little.

Seeing that the old man had not spoken, Mei Zhiqian smiled, "The old man doesn't need to worry, it's just a chat between two outsiders."

After hearing this, the old lady shook her head and smiled, "It's so uneasy, it's just not in the court, nor in the place of right and wrong. Many things are no longer accurate, and they can only chat. A country's crown prince is related to the stability of the country, and when it moves, it will be chaos. It's just how chaos is, it depends on the development of the subsequent situation."

"Just..." The old man said this, pausing for a moment. The following words seemed to be unsure whether they should say it or not.

"But what, the old man might as well say it directly. Mei only listens to it." Mei Zhiqian swayed his sleeves, looking at a scrupulous look.

"But, since you have entered the Three Divisions, even if you have no worries about your life, you will be unable to protect your position." If you were to outsiders, the old man would never say this.

Just this sentence, if you don’t have a bad sentence, it may harm the whole family. If you didn’t trust Mr. Mei, you would never say it.

The old man said, Mei Zhiqian bowed, "The old man was once a close minister of the emperor. He was more clear than ordinary people. He really wanted to hide it from it. Mei also had the same opinion, but Mei thought that his life was worried."

"This may not be the case, but the current situation has changed, no one can say that it is better. I just hope for peace and prosperity." He sighed, and the old man did not want to talk in depth, and he stopped.

This is also because Mr. Mei said that they are all outsiders now.

Mei Zhiqian wanted to say something, but there was a burst of excitement inside. Lin Shitong walked in and invited the two of them over, saying that they were almost the same.

"Let's go and see what these children have been trying to do. Mr. Mei must beg you, don't make a joke." The old man was about to end the topic, but from the few words just now, he probably knew that the format in Beijing was not very good.

Those who are in power are driven by the situation and must be able to match one side. Even if a few princes do not rely on each other, they are loyal to the emperor, that is a choice. However, he has not moved for a long time, so he doesn't want to go this path.

Who would not want to end up with the talent of the world? Meeting the wise lord, displaying his talents and blessing the people of the world. Unfortunately, since ancient times, talents are easy to obtain, but wise lords are hard to find.

Several princes, including the prince, also considered and observed several times, but unexpectedly, such a big thing happened suddenly, and the situation was difficult to predict.

"Let's go and have a look. Speaking of which, the lady hasn't handed over her homework yet." Mei Zhiqian seemed casual, but some things were more real.

"Oh, I heard Xiaowu say last time. Mr. Mei, don't be too embarrassed by the big girl. Let her follow her and listen to the class, just to make her understand more."

It is also a matter of losing his teacher's fate. Women really don't need to have too much talent. They really have to be like men, full of poetry and prose, and they are afraid that by then, they will be too arrogant and will end up harming themselves.

"The old man's words are wrong. What kind of nonsense is a virtue for a woman without talent, and it varies from person to person. I think the eldest lady in your house is extraordinary and may not be sure of her. She will have great luck in the future."

At the beginning of the period, he was indeed a little unhappy. He couldn't control the transaction or plan between the eldest lady of the Lin family and the prince, but he insisted on tying his mentor and borrowing his mentor's name. He was afraid that if it spread out, he would insult his mentor's name for life.

So, he deliberately took the exam for this lady last time. Unexpectedly, this lady was very different from what he thought. He thought she would be a deep-minded woman. After meeting, she was quite surprised.

There is that game of chess... I have to say that he is more curious than taboo about this student now.

The old man stopped and raised his eyebrows to look at Mei Zhiqian, "It is a blessing for the eldest girl to receive this praise from Mr. Wang. I wonder what homework has the eldest girl left for the eldest girl?"

Is there a great fortune?

While they were talking, the two had already arrived at the lobby. Among the children, the old man found the red figure at a glance. In fact, there was no need to search. As long as she stood there, it was difficult not to notice, even though she was standing there quietly.

Let’s take a look, see how lucky this girl will have in the future.

"Dad, come and see, these children have grown a lot."

"How could you, the uncle, praise them so much, make people laugh." The old man laughed and scolded the Fourth Master. This son was speechless in dealing with people. He was the most sleekest among the brothers in the family. Because of his sleekness and sophistication, he was not as good as a student in his studies. People were not as good as everything.

Finally, he doesn't have to worry too much about the business outside, with this fourth child here.

"The old man is wrong. The fourth master praised him well. If you make progress, you should praise him. Look, who painted this painting?"

The first one to be sent to them was Lin Hongxi's paintings, which were painted with cedars, cedars in the snow, and a pure white world. Without too many colors, it painted a cedar on the edge of the cliff into a deep wood.

"This is Xiaoba's painting, well, it's good."

"Young Master Eighth? At such a young age, this skill is average. I have put a lot of effort into it every day. It's good. I heard that the fifth master has a lot of insights in painting skills. Another day, I will definitely appreciate the fifth master's paintings." Mei Zhiqian commented generously, praising him when he should.

It is indeed not easy for a child under ten to draw this way. Just like what he said, no matter what the artistic conception of the painting is, you can see it by working hard on weekdays.

My son was quickly caught, especially the son he taught him. The fifth master smiled like a child and quickly said that he didn't dare to do so. He was indeed a fool.

"Please give me a comment." Lin Hongwei approached and presented his works with both hands.

"This is the second child, and he is from the fifth house." The old man introduced, and his mood looked better than before.

Lin Hongwei wrote a poem about a hidden poem, which is a poem about bamboo. The poem has a symmetrical tone and neat parallelism. Although it is not wonderful, it is considered a masterpiece. Mei Zhiqian sighed, "The Lin family is worthy of being a family of books, which is not very good!"

The old man smiled and said it would be good to have a good sentence. Although this child, Hongwei is not amazing, but his skills are solid.

"Wait, I'll take a look." The old man was about to take it over and take a look, but Mr. Mei didn't stop him.

Mei Zhiqian held the character and his eyes fell on a few bamboos that were drawn casually at the signature. In some poems, some people would draw a few strokes on the corners to set off the content of the poem, just like putting a few words on the corners of a painting.

"It's good to draw, this bamboo is alive, old man, look." These bamboo joints are painted without any clue, but when you look at them a little further, it's very freehand.

There are only four bamboo joints in total, but they are drawn from the process of bamboo shoots breaking through the ground and standing up in the wind, which is exactly the same as the artistic conception that the poem wants to express.

Since ancient times, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums have been used to describe a gentleman. From the front, this painting is a picture of the changing growth of bamboo joints. Looking at it from a distance, it is the freehand intention of a humble gentleman, which is wonderful.

"Drawing?" When Wu Ye heard about painting, he immediately became interested. His eyes lit up and he looked closer.

The fifth master is a person who knows painting. Mei Zhiqian immediately saw the mystery of this painting. He took the painting directly from the old master and looked at it carefully several times.

"If you draw well, you can see the shape and the mind of the stroke. If you put some effort into fine brushwork, it would be even better."

Mei Zhiqian didn't think so. He felt that painting was more important than painting shapes, just like the cedar picture just now, it lacked some artistic conception and was more craftsmanship, which was not as thought-provoking as this gentleman bamboo.

But, it was not convenient to say more until he said anything. After all, he was not engaged in painting skills, but he couldn't help but look at Lin Hongwei more and nodded at him with a smile, which was considered a thumbs up.

The old man took everything in his eyes and didn't say much. It seems that he may not know as much about his children as he thought.

"Not bad!" He looked up and patted Lin Hongwei's arm, for sure.

"Thank you, Mr. Mei, grandfather's advice." Lin Hongwei smiled a little embarrassedly, but his eyes fell on the fifth master as if nothing had happened. This was a child who wanted to be recognized.

"Can you give this gentleman bamboo to your fifth brother?" Lin Hongtu stood up and suddenly stood up and wanted to draw it with shamelessness.

"If the fifth brother doesn't dislike him, I'll give him a gift to him." Lin Hongwei was so generous and a little embarrassed.

Lin Hongtu was so busy that he wanted to leave from the fifth master, "Thank you for your second brother, Hongtu likes it." Actually, it was the eldest sister who liked it. Alas, if I knew it, it wouldn't work. Then he turned around and asked the second brother to teach him how to draw.

"Second brother, let's teach the fifth brother to draw bamboo when you look back."

Lin Hongwei became even more embarrassed for a moment and hurriedly said that he could not use it, which was quite funny.

"Xiao Wu wants to learn painting, just in time, Xiao Ba learns painting alone, so you come and learn together if you have nothing to do." Wu Ye was happy today, and both sons were praised, especially for their good painting.

"Thank you, Uncle Wu." Lin Hongtu thanked obediently, let's say whether to learn or not.

"This kid, your husband is here." The old lady couldn't stand it and woke up, and finally there was a smile on her face.

Now Lin Hongtu was embarrassed to let go of his head, and he held the painting and stuck out his tongue and leaned in front of Lin Shuangyu. It was his elder sister who asked him to draw.

Old Master Lin saw everything in his eyes, and kept silent, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the calligraphy and paintings in Lin Hongtu's hand. What did this girl ask Xiao Wu to ask for this calligraphy and painting? Could it be that she really liked it?

"Mr. Mei, grandfather, Hongzheng also wrote a few words, please comment."

As the eldest grandson, Lin Hongzheng is the oldest and looks calm. However, since the third wife had an accident, he rarely saw any smile on his face.

He is a person with a delicate and sensitive mind. Even in the Lin family, he looked down and saw that the third wife's affairs had a profound influence on him. After all, before, he had a relatively powerful foreign family and a good marriage. It seemed that everything was gone overnight. Although his father said nothing, he vaguely knew that his mother had committed the matter, so that his grandfather and grandmother would have done so.

This child had a little less vitality and a little bit of confidence between his eyebrows. Mei Zhiqian knew a little about what happened in the Lin Mansion. He didn't say anything, took the words and opened them and looked at them.

It is a poem, from the characters to the content of the lyrics, the feeling that the eldest young master gives people is the same, lacking a little vitality, a little heavier, and vaguely bringing a little resentment.

It's not very appropriate for students of this age.

"The foundation of the art is good, but... the eldest young master can write better." Mei Zhiqian is a scholar and a real person. To be honest, he can tell the truth. He has good foundation from the lines and can see that he has worked hard. This is worthy of recognition. However, after this effort, he should be able to do better, but because his mood has affected his level, it is a pity.

The old man also glanced at it, knowing what was going on, so he could only sigh secretly, "The spring exam is coming soon, don't be too nervous. It's rare to come back for a few days to relax at home. It's okay... I came to my grandfather for a cup of tea."

They are all grandsons, and he doesn't want to be biased. It's just about the third house. If this child blames him, he has nothing to say. In the future, he will understand, and he doesn't want to ruin the child's fighting spirit because of this.

"Yes, grandfather!" Lin Hongzheng's heart sank, but after hearing the old man's last sentence, his face finally improved and his eyes lit up.

The third master didn't say anything, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his father had no prejudice against this child, it seemed that he had to chat with his son.

"Mr. Mei, father, look at Xiao Si. This child has been inferior to his brothers since he was a child. He is still obedient and just wants to improve year by year." The Fourth Master happily handed over the words of his son.

The fourth wife was so angry that she looked so cruel and glared at the fourth master secretly. How could anyone say that her father said that to her son? How could her son be worse than those of her own?

"Well, the fourth young master's handwriting is a bit elegant, but his skills are more solid." Judging from the words, the fourth young master is a little impatient, and may not be irresponsible and has some spirituality.

"This child just can't calm down." The Fourth Master knew his son, and he didn't feel unhappy.

"Xiao Si, but have you remembered Mr. Mei's words?"

"I've remembered my grandfather." The fourth young master spared his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Next, several young people also delivered their homework one by one. Mei Zhiqian seemed more patient today. After all, it was the New Year Festival and it was not easy to disappoint, so just take it as a pleasure.

"Xiao Wu, where is yours?" The fourth young master Lin Hongli's eyes turned and fell on Lin Hongtu. This kid is most liked by his grandfather and grandmother. Because of his poor health, he has been teaching alone in the yard. However, Mr. Mei's students happened to see how he learned.

"You kid, why are you hiding from your elder sister? Come and see you." The old man also spoke, waved his hand, and his expression immediately became much more kind.

He can't be strict with this child, he just hopes that he will live safely.

"Grandfather, sir, I don't know how to draw, and I'm not as good as my brothers in my writing poetry. I like to read idle books on weekdays, so I quoted a story in the book and wrote an article."

"Oh, I'll take a look."

Mr. Mei took the lead in taking over. He knew his student's words well. He opened it and looked at it carefully from beginning to end. After reading it, he did not comment on it.

He slowly rolled up the paper and handed it to the old man. This child was considered to be good at heart. At a young age, he was a very clear and good child. If he had a body... there were successors in the Lin family.

"Grandfather, is it our time to do it?" Lin Yunyue couldn't hold it in and had been preparing for a long time.

I thought to myself that the little five sick people didn't comment on their husbands, and I guess it was just that.

The old man was a little confused and nodded, "You girls, let your grandmother take the exam." After that, he unfolded the scroll of paper in his hand and looked carefully.

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