Speaking of Wu Tong, Shen Qiuhua walked to the sofa and sat down, "He is my father's student. Originally he was going to pursue an official career."
"Ah? Then why did he become a poison doctor?" Yang Qiong couldn't think of Wu Tong and the adults in the court together.
"Because it's not easy being an official."
Hearing this sentence, Yang Qiong remembered that Wu Tong once said that if you want to benefit the people, you must climb to a high position, and if you want to climb to a high position, you must be in the same dust as the light. "He can see it."
"My father said that Wu Tong is extremely smart. He is the most outstanding of all his disciples, including the emperor. Unfortunately, it is also because he is too smart that he quickly saw the essence of his career, so he switched to medicine." Thinking of her father's regretful expression, she still has a fresh memory. Originally, she thought that her father just felt that years of hard work were in vain. But her father told her that if Wu Tong is an official, his future achievements will never be inferior to him. It is precisely in the court that there is a need for such a tactful, sophisticated, flexible, yet capable minister who is capable of ruling the world on his shoulders.
With a faint sigh, Shen Qiuhua felt sorry for his father's painstaking efforts. How did he carefully manipulate the little power in his hands after retreating to Lin Quan, so that the Mu Dynasty could develop in a stable and orderly manner, yet he had to pay attention to the emperor's guarding eyes at all times
Whenever she was in the deep palace for her own difficulties and injustices, she would think of her father's devotion to the Shen family and Mu Chaochen's back. Good people are destined to take more responsibility and pain. Only fools have the right to shake their heads. No matter she or Shen's father, they are undoubtedly the best people, so they are destined to endure more.
"One sentence reminds you of so many things. It can be seen that you still can't forget your past life." Yang Qiong just hoped that Shen Qiuhua would be happy. It is better to forget as much as possible the past.
"That's a part of my life. Without those things in my past life, there would be no Shen Qiuhua today. Qiong Yang, maybe our past was not a happy experience, but it made us who we are today. It's not that I can't forget it, But I never thought of forgetting. Those things, those people, whether happy or sad, are my most precious treasures." Shen Qiuhua looked extremely calm when he said these words. She has a strong enough heart to face all the ups and downs of the past and the future. She hopes that these words can enlighten Yang Qiong, so that Yang Qiong can also face the past calmly.
Yang Qiong took her into his arms. "I understand your painstaking efforts. Give me a little time, and I will be like you." Take it and let it go. Shen Qiuhua is the real free and easy. But she can't, she needs time.
Shen Qiuhua kissed her on the lips. "As long as you want, I'll always be by your side."
Yang Qiong smiled warmly. Shen Qiuhua is the sun in her heart. All the haze in her heart was swept away. As long as you stay with Qiuhua, all unhappy things will disappear.
While the four treasures of the study had not been cleaned up, Shen Qiuhua stood in front of the table with a swipe and wrote another word. Yang Qiong walked over to take a look, but this time Shen Qiuhua wrote wild grass. Yang Qiong recognized it for a while before finally seeing what was written.
"The reputation of the general has been shattered after a hundred battles. Xiangheliang and back thousands of miles, the old people are forever. Yishui is cold in the west, and the crowd is full of clothes like snow. The hero is a hero, the sad song is not complete. Crying blood. Who is with me, drunk with the bright moon?" This is the second half of Xin Qiji's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom".
"It's no wonder that wild grass is used. Such words are suitable for such wild strokes." Yang Qiong has also watched Shen Qiuhua's writing for a long time on weekdays, and has some ideas of her own.
"This is my father's favorite word. This word..." Shen Qiuhua paused for a moment, "it was also written by my father. I just count it as a copy." She had never forgotten it since she was a child. When Father Shen wrote this half-queen poem, she happened to be there. At that time, she was still young and could not control the wild grass. But every time she practiced afterwards, this half-quee word would appear in her mind. Over time, she could write exactly the same words as Shen's father.
"I think I'll give this to Teacher Gu tomorrow." Shen Qiuhua pointed to the rice paper dripping with ink on the table.
Of course, Yang Qiong has no opinion. Put the originally prepared word in the box, put the word on the table, and wait for the ink to dry.
Going to work on Monday, Teacher Gu was taken aback when he saw the words. He confirmed: "Xiao Shen, you wrote this word?" After speaking, he felt that he didn't express his meaning clearly, and immediately explained: "No, I have no other meaning. I just feel that your madness is better than before. Either one is better."
Shen Qiuhua smiled slightly, "Mr. Gu, I have done a great job of this character. If you let me write it again, I will not be able to write at such a level."
Teacher Gu shook his head. "Unfortunately, it seems that your calligraphy can still improve. If you can really write this character, I don't think it will be a problem to double your calligraphy." He thought for a while, "Why don't you find Mr. Li, please ask? He is a highly respected senior, and giving you advice is only good and not bad."
"I will. Thank you Teacher Gu." Shen Qiuhua will never be rude at any time.
Teacher Gu waved his hand. "I'm not thinking of myself. If the price of your works doubles, my commission will also double. Xiao Shen, the future is promising and promising!" Teacher Gu sighed. I have also learned calligraphy since I was a child, but at this age, the little girl in front of me is not as good at writing. It can be seen that some gaps between people are insurmountable.
Although Shen Qiuhua promised to ask Li Lao for advice on the surface, he actually had no such intention at all. In a previous life, Father Shen said that her calligraphy skills were no longer a problem. I can't write about the level of Shen's father just because I don't have enough experience. She is a woman after all, even if she has experienced many years of battles in the harem, she is still incomparable with Shen's father's decades of experience in the court.
As soon as I came back from Teacher Gu's office, I heard Teacher Xie from the sports group say, "Xiao Wu came to work today."
Teacher Bai replied, "Here you come? It seems that the language group upstairs is lively again."
The people in the sports group upstairs did not know how lively they were, but Shen Qiuhua showed another face in front of the whole school. In the ancient poetry reading competition held last Friday, the top ten students in the school were all students she taught. Principal Wang deliberately called Shen Qiuhua to the office to praise him. Of course these are not the point. The main point is to give her the task of guiding the reading of ancient poems in the whole school.
Shen Qiuhua had long guessed that this might be the case, and was not surprised to hear it. Just don't agree with anything.
"Why don't you agree? Negotiate with the principal and give you a few less classes, so you can relax a little bit?" Yang Qiong asked when he came back.
"I teach Chinese, how can I reduce it if I reduce classes? Even if it can be reduced, it's not my fault that my grades are low? Besides, the language group hides dragons and crouching tigers, why should I go to the class to get an axe? The students I teach are easy to say, let me go. Instructing students taught by other teachers, doesn't that mean putting me on fire?" Shen Qiuhua said very simply and clearly.
"Is the principal plotting against you?" Yang Qiong felt a headache.
"That's not necessarily true. But it's still possible for someone else to wake up or something." Shen Qiuhua was talking when he heard something smashed into the window of the sports team. Fortunately, they are on the first floor. For safety, guardrails are installed on every window on the first floor.
Yang Qiong also heard the voice, soothed Shen Qiuhua and said, "It's okay, it's football. Duanzi is leading the students to play football on the playground." She had been in the sports group for a long time, so she gave Teacher Duan a "duozi" nickname. This nickname spread quickly in the school, and even Teacher Xie and Teacher Bai, who have always been called "Xiao Duan", are now calling them "Duanzi, Duanzi" endlessly.
Just after finishing speaking, another ball kicked into the window guardrail of the sports team, making a "pop" sound. Yang Qiong suddenly got up, walked to the window, opened the window and shouted, "Keep your kicks away from the teaching building! If you come here again, I'll deduct points!" She also pointed to the little boy in front of her chest. badge. That's the badge that Teacher Zhou must wear. The purpose is to let the students know who is the teacher on duty. It just so happened that it was Qiong Yang's turn to be on duty this week.
At first, Shen Qiuhua thought that Yang Qiong was going to use a big move, but it turned out to be this. But the deduction did seem to work, and the kids kicked the ball and ran to the other side of the playground.
"The world is finally quiet."
However, the real storm gradually condensed. But no one noticed, including Shen Qiuhua.
At the end of the semester, the school began to be in a tense and busy review state. Every language, math and English teacher is all about giving papers in addition to class. In the class, the time between large classes and small classes has been occupied. Of course, the students didn't appreciate it, and when they saw the teachers of English, Chinese, and English, they put on a bitter face, except for the head teacher.
No matter how beautiful Shen Qiuhua looks, she can't match the pressure brought by the papers. However, she and the students have long been in harmony, and the students dared to protest against her.
"Mr. Shen, don't leave homework today, we already have four papers!" At the end of the Chinese class, the students wailed at her.
Shen Qiuhua pondered for a while, then smiled: "Okay, write two ancient essays by dictation immediately. If they are all right, no homework will be left."
As soon as the students cheered, they took out a piece of paper and began to dictate. The sound of "Shasha" is very pleasant. Within three minutes, the entire group handed in the ancient text written in dictation.
Shen Qiuhua returned to the office with a stack of paper, and put the paper directly on Yang Qiong's desk.
"Hey, it's dictation again!" Yang Qiong's voice was full of excitement. Recently, she has done all the dictation corrections. Now she can memorize all the things that are required to be recited in this book.
"Yeah, two ancient essays."
"I can memorize this." Yang Qiong picked up the pen, and the speed of correction has also increased. It took half a class time to complete all the approvals, and there was not a single mistake. But she was used to it. I don't know what method Shen Qiuhua used, the students she taught the worst would not lose points in recitation and dictation.
Of course, I didn't leave the language homework that day, but it was this incident that caused the disaster.