Jiang Rao said: "Mr. Yan will take in a pro-disciple every three years. Even if he occasionally sees amazing talents, there will be exceptions. Up to now, there are only a dozen or so disciples."
When Yan Nan looked for the most famous scholar among Dazhao scholars, Emperor Zhaowu wanted to give him some face, so many people wanted to be his pro-disciple.
As a pro-disciple of Yan Nanxun, as long as he passed the civil examination in the imperial examination, there is almost no possibility of failing in the palace examination.
"Among Mr. Yan's disciples, there is one named Pei Songyu, who is my distant cousin. When he came to Jinling from his hometown to participate in the spring examination of Bailu Academy, he got into an argument with the driving coachman and missed the spring examination. My father wrote a letter of recommendation and had an interview with Mr. Yan, but he was accepted as Mr. Yan's personal disciple by exception."
Although her father was idle, unmotivated, wandering and obsessed with fun when he was young, he was not an idiot without real learning and talents, and had a lot of contacts in Beijing.
Yan Nanxun was her father's classmate and friend.
Although the two of them quarreled when they met, Yan Nanxun damaged her father's calligraphy and paintings, her father damaged Yan's hard-to-find articles, and belittled each other to nothing, but they are indeed friends.
When she was a child, her neck became red because of the quarrel between the two, and she angrily scolded her father Yan Nanxun. But her mother told her that those who smile at each other are not necessarily friends, and those who quarrel when they meet are not necessarily enemies.
Yan Nanxun and his father have been classmates in the academy for six years, and they still have a lifelong friendship.
Yan Nanxun will definitely read the letter of recommendation written by her father, and will definitely find time to meet the person recommended by her father.
"I can think of a way to ask my father to write you a letter of recommendation, but this is just a chance to meet Mr. Yan. Whether you can do it or not depends on you."
…
Jiang Rao went back to the Jiang Mansion.
Serving Jiang Siye tea, pouring water, pinching his shoulders and beating his back.
Fourth Master Jiang could still put on a cold face at first, ignoring this "little unfilial daughter", thinking that she must have something to ask for being so attentive.
But he couldn't bear it, and he really did it, and soon his face became unsettled, and he didn't want to let his daughter suffer, and said: "Okay, don't beat me on the shoulder, just tell me what you want."
"I want my father to write for my daughter."
Fourth Master Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
His handwriting is in other people's hands, and it is worth a fortune, but the son and daughter raised in his family have seen him writing a lot, so it is not rare. Why do they suddenly want his handwriting today
But Fourth Master Jiang quickly agreed to this small request, picked up the Langhao pen on the pen rest, and tapped on the grinding wheel that Jiang Rao had just grinded, "What word to write?"
After rustling, Jiang Rao took out a piece of letter paper that had already been written on, "Write these words."
Fourth Master Jiang glanced over.
He was so angry that his beard rose up again.
This little fellow squeezed his shoulders and helped him grind. The original plan in his heart was to take care of him and let him write a letter of recommendation for Rong Ting.
"Father." Jiang Rao called him softly, "You always cherish talent, don't you?"
"I cherish talent." Fourth Master Jiang shook his head, "It's so difficult for him to live, how can he have any talent?"
Jiang Rao took out another piece of paper.
"Daddy look at this?"
Fourth Master Jiang looked at her sleeve in shock.
How much is she hiding here!
"This is a poem theory written by the Ninth Prince." Jiang Rao said.
She and her dad had the same concerns.
Rong Ting's situation in the palace, if someone told her that he had no enlightenment, she would not be surprised.
But when Rong Ting wrote Zhang Shilun to her, her eyes lit up.
…
Fourth Master Jiang took it and read it, but was silent for a long time, and said for a while, "This word is pretty well written."
He has always been critical of other people's handwriting, which is pretty good, which is already a rare compliment.
As for the content, Fourth Master Jiang, to be fair, didn't have any ink in his stomach, so he couldn't write such a thing.
I just don't know where the Ninth Prince read so many books.
Jiang Rao was relieved, and felt that it was a sure thing to ask his father to help write a recommendation letter, and heard Jiang Siye say, "I can write a recommendation letter."
Such talent, indeed, is a pity to be buried.
He has been traveling abroad for several years, and he feels more and more pity for those students who have no chance to be appreciated. It's not that they are not talented enough, it's just that their fate is bad, they have no chance to make a difference, they are inferior to others, and their lives are wasted. pity.
"My father is really talented." Jiang Rao immediately started bragging about her father.
"But don't be too happy, you have to promise me a condition."
Fourth Master Jiang felt that his daughter's thoughts were almost entirely on the Ninth Prince in recent days.
If this continues, even if you don't have feelings, you have to cultivate feelings.
He glanced at Jiang Rao.
Even if she didn't want to admit it, her daughter was indeed growing up day by day, and she was about to get married.
It's time to show her her husband.
But as soon as the word "daughter's husband-in-law" popped into his mind, and he didn't know who it was, he wanted to roll up his sleeves and hit someone.
About the blind date, you have to take it easy.
At least he has to wait until he investigates all the brats in Jinling City first, find out who he thinks is suitable, and then let his daughter look at each other.
Before the blind date for his daughter was arranged, he was blocked by Jiang Siye himself.
He thought to himself, why not think of a way first, so that his daughter is too busy to take care of the Ninth Prince.
He had an idea, looked at Jiang Rao, "Niannian, you have grown up now."
Jiang Rao didn't know why, but nodded.
Jiang Siye said: "We have a few shops by the Qinhuai River, and they have been handed over to your uncle for help in the past few years when we were away in Jinling. Now that we are back, the shops should be moved back to our own hands. Since you have nothing to do all day long, why don't you go to shop and make some money for the family."
After he finished speaking, he was very pleased, he didn't care about letting his daughter run the shop and lose money to make money, and most importantly, he must make his daughter have no time to take care of the Ninth Prince's affairs!
Jiang Rao: What's with her father's face and the sense of relief that her daughter can finally make some money for him when she grows up
But with bright eyes, Xiaocai Fan said in a tone, "Father, will the money I earn be mine?"
Fourth Master Jiang was like a landowner throwing money at his daughter and hurting his daughter. "If you lose money, you can ask the housekeeper to make up for it with money from the treasury. If you make a profit, just deposit it in your small treasury."
Hearing this, Jiang Rao's eyes turned into crooked eyes with a smile, and she said happily, "Then I'll go and see the shop, Daddy."
It is a business that makes a steady profit and does not lose money.
There is a lot of information on the Qinhuai River, maybe she can find out some unexpected and useful things.
…
Three days later, Rong Ting went out of the palace late at night, and had a long talk with Yan Nanxun throughout the night.
After leaving the palace and returning to the palace, Jiang Rao asked her aunt's aunt, the prestigious old lady in the palace, to take care of it with silver. Although the guards of the palace gate followed the rules and recorded Rong Ting's whereabouts in the entry and exit book, they would not take it easy. Disclose his whereabouts to a second person.
Ye Xiao was covered with frost, and Rong Ting came out of the academy in the still dimly cool sky.
In the distance, the Jiang family's carriage was parked.
He looked deeply, cast over there, and took a look.
Slowly, stretched the eyebrows. Zhanyan smiled lightly, and the world paled.
In the carriage, holding the stove, Jiang Rao, who had been waiting restlessly, finally breathed a sigh of relief—
It's done.
…
In the Seventeenth Prince's uterus, Empress Jiahe stood beside the Seventeenth Prince's desk holding a ruler.
After dealing with the big and small affairs of the harem today, she stayed by the seventeenth prince's side, watching him read and write.
It can be said that he has broken his heart for the studies of the Seventeenth Prince.
At the end of March, the Spring Examination of Bailu Academy, Xiao Shiqi was old enough to take the exam. Concubine Xian's son, the third prince, entered Bailu Academy at the age of twelve, and she could not make her son later than the queen.
Although Emperor Zhaowu's attention to Rong Ting recently made her feel uneasy, but after Rong Ting moved to Shouhuai Palace, Emperor Zhaowu resumed his previous attitude of not caring.
Empress Jiahe was relieved that it was impossible for Emperor Zhaowu to let a cripple inherit his throne.
It is true that Rong Ting's legs are crippled, and the young eunuch Si Ying who was just bribed has been serving him for so long, and that is also what he said.
She secretly blocked Rong Ting from entering Bailu Academy for several years, and this year, he will not even think about it.
Thinking back to the time when the grand master praised Rong Ting for being smart in front of her, and she never forgot it, she always felt that she was not stingy about sending the tiger back to the mountain after asking Rong Ting to enter the Bailu Academy.
There is also a deep sense of dissatisfaction.
Why, Rong Ting's mother is just that lowly court lady, and Xiao Shiqi's mother came from the Zanying Gate, why Rong Ting was born smarter than Xiao Shiqi
Thinking of the enchanting face of that court lady, Empress Jiahe could still recall the nausea she felt when she heard Emperor Zhaowu mention a court lady as his concubine.
From a humble background, the mother is expensive by the son, but she can also be a concubine.
The previous competition in the martial field allowed Emperor Zhaowu to see Rong Ting's ability. If Emperor Zhaowu could see that his ninth son is both civil and military, then it would be great.
If it was possible, she really wanted to kill Rong Ting directly, but every time she missed it by a little bit!
On the day when his wings are fully fledged, how could that child who was indifferent and selfish since he was a child, who was indifferent to seeing his subordinates being killed with a stick, or someone dying in front of his eyes, let her and her little Shiqi go
Empress Jiahe felt uneasy for a while.
"Concubine Mother, look at your handwriting." Empress Jiahe, who had been sitting beside Xiao Shiqi with a sullen face, said suddenly.
Hearing this, Xiao Shiqi's body tensed up, her hands seemed to tremble, and nervously, she handed the paper on the case to Jia and the Queen.
Empress Jiahe took a look, her face became more gloomy, and she took a deep breath, "You..."
The seventeenth prince's poems and essays are much better than those of his peers.
But Jia and the Empress were holding him, comparing him with the best students in Bailu Academy.
"Stretch out your hand." Empress Jiahe raised the ruler, and hit the seventeenth prince's left palm three times in a row, the palm was flushed, "Compare your poems yourself, how different is it from those written by Confucian scholars in Bailu Academy when they took the exam? "
She hated iron for being weak, "Last year, you were asked to take the exam at Bailu Academy, and you suffered from headaches, and your performance was not as good as that of the children in the village. This year, do you still want to embarrass your mother and concubine?"
"If you don't pass the exam this year, let's not say that I will be compared to Concubine Xian. You are even worse than that cripple!"
"That cripple..." Xiao Shiqi muttered in a low voice, with a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes, he asked, "Will he go to the spring exam?"
"Won't."
"Why not let him go? If he fails the exam, wouldn't it make him lose face in front of everyone?"
Empress Jiahe gritted her teeth angrily.
Rong Ting was too smart when she was a child, so smart that it was frightening, she often asked the maids to go to the grand master to ask for leave, saying that he was ill, and locked him in the harem, not allowing him to go out to study.
But he didn't expect that he often sneaked out of the palace during the day and night, and ran to the library library that was abandoned because of a fire, and hid for a whole day, stealing a lot of books to read.
For a precocious child, those complicated and messy books in the Library Pavilion can learn more and faster than being taught slowly by the teacher in the school with other people.
By the time she found out, it was already a few years later.
…
If Rongting is a worthless idiot, she will naturally use this opportunity to embarrass him.
But she was afraid that if he got this opportunity, he would hold on tightly and skyrocket.
That child has always had a kind of ruthlessness that will not let go once he catches the opportunity.
Empress Jiahe gave Xiao Shiqi a hard look, and felt more and more annoyed. He used the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone for everything, but the characters he wrote were not as good as Xiao Rongting's practice of scratching the soil with a wooden stick nice.
She said viciously: "You read your book, and you have to study for two more hours today. After going out to practice archery, you can't miss any homework. If you perform well, Mr. Yan will take another one for himself this year." Dear disciple, maybe you can do it. As for that cripple..."
She frowned and said bitterly: "You don't have to worry about anything, just concentrate on your homework. The road behind you is protected by me. I will definitely not let that cripple block your way."
Now You Siying cooperates with her internally and externally.
To Rong Ting, he couldn't give him even the slightest chance.
…
The day before the spring test.
Before dinner, Si Ying waited at the place where the maids who came to deliver the food must pass. When she came, he cut it off, carried the food himself, and walked back.
He walked to a corner that was not easy to be seen, looked around and saw no one around, and quietly sprinkled some colorless and odorless powder into every bowl of food.
Also carefully, put a little powder on the chopsticks.
When Rong Ting was eating, when he picked up the chopsticks, he paused for a while, and glanced at the tip of the chopsticks.
Si Ying was on the sidelines, his nervous breathing stopped slightly.
But Rong Ting just took a look, then picked up the chopsticks, and put the vegetables into the bowl without any doubt.
Si Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.
…
On the second day, when it was time to leave for the exam, Rong Ting was still lethargic.
Si Ying looked at it, and knew that the medicine given last night had taken effect, a slight smile appeared on his face, and hurried to report to the queen's maid.
After winning the reward, he was very happy, and walked back with the money.
After returning to Shouhuai Palace, unexpectedly, Rong Ting had already woken up.
Leaning halfway on the bed, she looked at him with her face propped up.
There was a slight anger in the long eyes, and the cold face was seductive and charming, and when he glanced at him, his sharp eyes still made his heart shudder.
Sometimes, he would feel that the master didn't care about anything, and he had tried it before. He deliberately ran out for a long time and didn't come back. The Ninth Prince didn't have the slightest suspicion, so he became bolder.
But sometimes, like now, he felt that his eyes were gloomy, making people shudder.
Being stared at by a ghost is more comfortable than being stared at by him!
Si Ying's heart felt cold, the medicine could clearly make Rong Ting sleepy all day, why did he wake up so early
Fortunately, at this hour, it would be too late to rush to the examination room.
He prepared a cold towel early in his hand, rushed forward and said, "Master, you finally woke up, and you can't even shout at you. This servant really has no choice but to go out and find a cold towel for you..."
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Huai Qing stood aside, also sweating.
Rong Ting usually wakes up very early every day, and sleeps unsteadily. If there is a slight movement, even if there is a slight disturbance, he will get up, and stay in the courtyard for the whole night. He is suspicious, as if he is afraid that if he falls asleep, someone will harm him. .
But today, I don't know why, no matter how I shout, I can't call him.
It's just that I can't get up on such a big day today...
Looking at the red sun hanging high in the middle of the sky, Huaiqing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, "Master, you have finally woken up, but this spring test...can't be in time."
Rong Ting was silent for a moment.
Afterwards, anger arose.
…
According to the palace lady who rushed back, Rong Ting was furious because he missed the Spring Examination of Bailu Academy.
A smile appeared on the queen's face.
She asked Yuying, "Xiao Shiqi is back? How did you do in the exam?"
"Your Highness is back, but..."
Yu Ying said worryingly: "The palace attendants who went with him said that this year, Mr. Yan has already found a disciple for himself. Unless Mr. Yan's performance in the spring examination is extremely good, Mr. Yan is forced to charge one more, otherwise, it is impossible..."
Since the beginning of spring, she has been studying homework with Xiao Shiqi for several months, no matter how dizzy and exhausted she is after dealing with the harem affairs every day.
The reason is to gamble for the seat of Mr. Yan's pro-disciple.
The third prince entered Bailu Academy at the age of twelve, and her son could only surpass one head when he became Yan Nanxun's personal disciple at the age of twelve.
Seeing that she has paid so much for this matter, but today she is told that Mr. Yan has found his own disciple
The queen clenched her fingers, full of jealousy, "Who is the new disciple Mr. Yan has accepted this year?"