Everyone closed the door to talk, and even the palace maids were sent away. Yao Rongrong just thought that she suddenly raised a word here, and was heard by Xiao Shu who was returning.
It doesn't matter whether Xiao Shu came out of her successor or not, she couldn't provoke her.
The man immediately stood up from his seat, bowed his head timidly and apologized: "I didn't mean to wait..."
Xiao Shu sneered: "Although my mother is the successor, she was also married by my father, who was married. There is nothing that can't be said. It's just that this palace is forbidden. Dare to talk about it, I'm afraid that a head has been growing around your neck for too long, and it's boring to live?"
The expressions of everyone changed slightly.
Jiang Xuening watched coldly.
Xiao Shu only said: "It should be noted that what you said today, if I expose it, none of you will get good fruit to eat. Tomorrow I have to learn the "Book of Songs" and I will learn the piano with Mr. Xie. Warm the book, practice the piano? It also saves the humiliation of Mr. Fengchen's palace asking tomorrow!"
Everyone still had lingering fears when they remembered the situation in the Cining Palace today.
When we talked earlier, the person who talked about it was fascinated, and the person who listened was also fascinated, and didn't react. At this moment, when Xiao Shu talked a little bit, all of them broke out in a cold sweat, not to mention that she did not smile at all when she saw her brows frozen, and she might have offended her. She was really accused of going to the queen mother or the palace, so they all agreed.
Jiang Xuening naturally had nothing to say.
The crowd dispersed, and she followed.
Yang Zhizhai didn't know what happened to the internal affairs office's introduction of Yuruyi, but he could only vaguely hear some killings outside.
In the evening, when everyone sat together for dinner, no one dared to say a word.
The atmosphere is awkward and subtle.
Only Xiao Shu was calm and calm like a normal person. After eating, she went to make tea and asked others if they wanted to come and drink it together.
Who dares to do this
That is, Chen Shuyi and Yao Xi, who were friends with her in the past day, and Zhou Baoying, who only likes to eat a few tendons, stayed to have tea with her.
Jiang Xuening was naturally the one who left.
After returning to the room, she lit a lamp in front of the desk and took out a volume of "Book of Songs", wanting to make some preparations for going to school tomorrow. After all, in her last life, her studies were terrible, but in this life, she has to stay under Xie Wei's eyelids for half a year. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to fool the past.
Thinking is one thing, doing is another.
The book was right in front of her eyes, lit by the lamp next to it, but every word that fell on the book was like ants crawling all over the floor, making her so upset that she couldn't read a single word.
At one time I thought of the incident of Yongyi Hou's mansion, at another time I thought of the absurd prophecy behind Yu Ruyi, and at the end, it was all about the Three Hundred Righteous Children's Tomb that Fang Miao said...
All flashed in his mind.
Jiang Xuening only felt a splitting headache. He threw the book and lay down on the bed and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep. He stayed up until the middle of the night with his eyes open, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.
You can think about it every day and dream at night.
In the dream, there was actually a patch of blood, a patch of snow, swords fell, and the terrified and desperate cries and howls of 300 children resounded in the swirling snow, mixed with the cold and whimpering north wind, and spread far, far away...
She blinked and looked again, Xie Weili was watching her from the mountain of corpses.
The next day, Jiang Xuening was blue and black.
The maid who brought water in and waited on her grooming was startled.
However, she remained silent, facing the makeup mirror, dipped in the powder, and carefully covered the haggard around her eyes little by little.
Today is the official school day, and there are two classes in the morning.
When Maozheng arrived at Chen was the first class, which lasted for an hour, and followed Zhao Yanhong to learn the Book of Songs with the attendant of the Hanlin Academy; at the second quarter of Chenzheng to Sizheng, it was the second class, which was also an hour, and learned the violin with Xie Wei, the young master of the prince.
So Zhao Yanhong came first in the morning.
This gentleman is also in his forties and fifty years old. He is considered to be a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, and he is not very involved in the political situation of the court, but he has learned a good ability to become a hot topic.
Jiang Xuening knew that he looked down on women like the other two gentlemen.
But today, I really read a book with him before I realized that even if I looked down on women, they had to be graded.
The "Book of Songs" is divided into three parts, "Wind", "Ya", and "Ode". The first lesson is the famous "Guan Ju" in "National Wind? Zhou Nan", which requires familiarity and chanting, but Zhao Yanhong is only Teach them to read, and say what the poem is about in general, but don't explain to everyone what each sentence of the poem means—
rote.
Although everyone is selected as a companion, not everyone's knowledge in this area is very good, and there are also uneven places. So Jiang Xuening took the liberty to ask what the word "芼" in "Ranging Nylon Vegetables, Left and Right" means.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yanhong's face changed, and he scolded her: "Yesterday, during the school opening speech, I explained that I would go back to study the books. How can you ask casually in the school now? You don't know what books to read!"
Jiang Xuening couldn't hold back and couldn't get down.
I only cursed in my heart: The teacher preaches and teaches and solves doubts, if this palace knows everything, I will cut off your dog's head first and what the hell do I want you to do!
It's just a matter of respecting the teacher, after all, it is a beam on the head.
She eventually sat down without saying a word.
If it's just like this, it's fine, after all, maybe this shit Zhao Yanhong is this kind of virtue, and he does this to everyone.
But who would have thought that when someone was reciting poetry, he called Xiao Shu up, and after listening to her recite it, he was greatly impressed, and he asked diligently: "What is in the sentence 'Left and Right Chi' in this last section? The word '芼' has always been relatively uncommon, but if you want to understand its meaning, you just need to think about it in conjunction with the preceding words..."
Xiao Shu said coldly, "Sir, I know."
Zhao Yanhong was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, and the next moment he covered the past and said: "Oh, oh, it's good to know, it's good to know. As expected of the lady of the Xiao family, her knowledge is really extraordinary, and you are the companion of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess. Read, the old man can rest assured."
Everyone felt speechless.
Shen Zhiyi, who was sitting in the middle of the front row, even frowned.
Jiang Xuening glanced at the front and knew that Zhao Yanhong was a pedantic and sour scholar. I'm afraid she didn't need her to make a small report, and she also put a name on Shen Zhiyi's side, but she didn't know if Shen Zhiyi could bear him.
Before Chen Zheng was mentioned in the class, Zhao Yanhong stopped, sat aside to drink tea, and only asked them to read the book by themselves. When the copper omission by the side was out of date, he put on a posture and received the salute from everyone, and swaggered out with a volume of books on the case.
Xie Wei bumped into him when he came.
Zhao Yanhong was taken aback: "Master Xie, Chen Zheng's two-quarter class, why did you come so early?"
Xie Wei was in a bad mood today, it was windy outside, so he put on a azure crane cloak, hugged a qin in a black qin bag, and stood under the steps of Fengchen Hall, listening to Zhao Yanhong say this. , frowned secretly.
It's just that such a subtle expression is not easy to be noticed.
He smiled lightly: "It's my first time teaching the piano, so I didn't dare to slack off. Just in case, I made more preparations, so I came earlier."
"So that's the case." Zhao Yanhong felt that he was making a fuss, and he didn't even need the book he specially compiled, but Xie Wei was a high-ranking official who crushed people, far from their idleness ratio, so he just said, "Mr. Xie Sure enough, it is meticulous, and the old man is ashamed. In this way, you will not miss your time."
He bowed his hands goodbye.
Xie Wei didn't want to return the gift by holding Qin, so he only bowed slightly towards him.
At this time, one of the two came down from the steps, and the other went up from the steps.
Jiang Xuening was sitting close to the gate of the palace, and he almost listened to the conversation. His body, which had been relaxed because of the end of the last class, suddenly stiffened again.
Then a shadow fell on her bookcase.
It was Xie Wei who walked in from outside the hall and passed by her desk.
She dared not turn her head.
It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of a dark blue robe passing by her side that she quietly raised her head and looked upwards.
Xie Wei walked to the hall and stood still, without speaking, he just lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and put the violin he was holding on the piano table. Slowly put down the palm of your hand, slightly pressed the strings, and erased the trembling tail sound.
The two sounds of the audition sounded like a mountain spring hitting a stone, and it seemed like the wind was surging at the bottom of a stream, which made people feel relieved.
How can people who play the qin say it first, the qin must be an excellent qin.
Jiang Xuening looked at the qin, and saw that the body of the violin was dark red and almost black, with a very heavy lacquer, and there were lines like flowing water and auspicious clouds. This is the most commonly used one in Xie Wei's own qin, called "Emei".
The heart couldn't hold back.
In fact, she has no talent at all, neither knows how to play nor listen, and when it comes to learning the piano, her usual agility will be completely dissipated, like a lump of elm.
In the last life, I almost didn't cry when I learned the piano.
Fortunately, she became addicted to truancy, and no one came to pursue her.
Jiang Xuening doesn't know many pianos, Xie Wei's one is one of them.
It was one day after the snow, and the red walls and green tiles of the entire palace were covered by silver snow. She and Zhang Zhe walked along the long road outside Kunning Palace, and from a distance, she could hear faint noises coming from the side hall of Fengchen Palace in front of her. piano sound.
So stop.
But the sound of the piano soon stopped.
After a while, Xie Wei came out of the side hall holding the qin and passed the road in front of them. When he turned his head, he saw her standing with Zhang Zhe. He glanced at her and Zhang Zhe again. He didn't say anything. Went to the Qianqing Palace.
Zhang Zhe said that the name of the qin is Emei.
Jiang Xuening asked him curiously, where did the code come from
Zhang Zhe said he didn't know.
Jiang Xuening thought about it, the snow in the north of Mount Emei is extremely high, and the abbot makes ice in the sea
Zhang Zhe still shook his head.
It wasn't until Xie Wei and Fenqin rebelled later that Jiang Xuening remembered that there was a rare poem that few people knew, saying: "If you win the fame of the Manchu capital, when you return, you will also get the Emei moon..."