Things start from the afternoon of the previous day.
It has been half a month since the first snow feast, and it has entered the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye. The snow in Chaoge stopped and stopped, because of the slippery road, Wen Yantong's martial arts class was also completely suspended, and she was asked to concentrate on raising her legs.
In addition to drinking all kinds of bone soup, I kept trying to walk without crutches in the room.
It was very strenuous at first, Wen Yantong almost fell down, but after getting used to it, walking became easier. The main reason is that the legs don’t hurt so much when moving, which means that she can finally remove the legs on the planks.
During this period of recuperation, Wen Yantong completely lost the bone-like body of the little cannon fodder, her face became white and tender, and her hair became black and shiny, gradually showing a beauty.
This day, after taking a rest, Fu Zixian came to look for her.
The two made an appointment the day before to go to the medical hall to remove the wooden boards together. In fact, Wen Yantong felt that the wooden board could be dismantled by itself, and there was no need to go to the medical hall again, but Fu Zixian insisted on going, saying that the bones had not fully grown and needed follow-up conditioning with herbs.
Wen Yantong couldn't hold back him, so he agreed.
Fortunately, after Fu Tanghuan knew about this, he followed and took care of Wen Yantong in secret.
Speaking of Fu Tanghuan, Wen Yantong hadn't seen her for quite a while. The incident of her being attacked in the city earlier caused quite a commotion, even alarming the emperor. It's just that those mountain bandits were all desperadoes invited from other places. Except for those who were killed by Cheng Xiao, all the others fled that day.
There is no trace at all.
Fu Tanghuan knew in her heart that someone was harming her, and she could vaguely guess that it was Fu Shi, but there was no conclusive evidence for such a thing, so she naturally couldn't reveal it. Even if the evidence is obtained, Fu Shi can still clean it up. Most of the things are actually Fu Shi's mother behind the scenes.
Fu Tanghuan had no choice but to hold back his anger.
After seeing Wen Yantong, she was very happy, and the two talked for a long time in the medical hall. After sending Fu Zixian away, she asked the doctor to give Wen Yantong the pulse.
There is nothing serious about Wen Yantong's body, but his body is cold and Qi deficiency, and he is malnourished for a long time. The most important thing is to take good care of him.
Wen Yantong knew that this was caused by the long-term bullying of the little cannon fodder in the academy, and she also had some psychological problems, so that she almost became anorexic in the end.
As soon as she put on the book, she felt so hungry that she was about to burp.
Wen Yantong immediately said, "If you have any medicine, feel free to pick it up for me."
The doctor was also unambiguous, and immediately grabbed several big bags, allowing Wen Yantong to return home with a full load. Although she felt that her throat and intestines were bitter when she saw these herbs, but for her own body, she had to eat no matter how bitter it was.
After the board was removed, Wen Yantong felt that his whole right leg was much easier. Although he was still limping when walking, at least he didn't have to use two crutches all the time.
Wen Yantong was very happy, and treated Fu Tanghuan and his brother to a good meal before being sent back to the academy.
On the way Fu Zixian sent Wen Yantong back, he happened to meet Li Boyuan.
Li Boyuan was walking in front with his back to the two of them, Wen Yantong recognized the black old man's back at a glance, and was about to pull Fu Zixian to change the way, but suddenly heard the young man beside him shout, "Master Li!"
Wen Yantong took a big breath of cold air, feeling chilly in his mouth and lungs.
... careless!
Fu Zixian has always been self-denying and polite, even if he sees Li Boyuan from afar, he still has to say hello to him.
When Li Boyuan heard the voice, he stopped and looked back, and saw Fu Zixian walking up to the lame Wen Yantong.
Fu Zixian bowed respectfully, "Students send greetings to Master."
Wen Yantong followed suit. Li Boyuan has always liked students who observe etiquette, so he has a good impression of Fu Zixian, and he rarely smiled, "It's almost dark, why are you still in the academy?"
Fu Zixian replied, "The student took Wen Yantong to dismantle the wooden boards on his legs, and then sent him back."
Li Boyuan looked at Wen Yantong, looked at her legs, and said, "Wen Yantong, have you practiced calligraphy well recently?"
"There are some." Wen Yantong said, "Remember Master's advice, students dare not be lazy."
"En—" Li Boyuan dragged his voice, thought for a while, and then said, "Then today I'll see how you've been practicing these days, come with me."
over...
Wen Yantong wanted to cry, but Li Boyuan took him to the dormitory last time, and stayed for an afternoon before coming out. This time, he didn't know when he would copy it.
She glanced at Fu Zixian. You kid is really powerful, killing people silently!
Fu Zixian thought she was worried about herbs, so he kindly said, "You don't need to worry, I will send these things to the dormitory for you."
"Thank you so much." Wen Yan Tongsheng said indifferently.
But Fu Zixian only thought that she was very grateful, so he smiled embarrassedly, and after saying goodbye, he left with Wen Yantong's herbal medicine.
And Wen Yantong was taken to the dormitory by Li Boyuan again.
Li Boyuan walked very slowly on the way, but Wen Yantong did not rush to catch up.
It was getting colder and colder. Because of Wen Yantong's cold body, even though she was wearing very thick clothes, her hands were freezing cold. In order to maintain her body balance, she couldn't put her hands in her sleeves to keep warm.
After arriving at Li Boyuan's dormitory, Wen Yantong entered the room with ease and took off his shoes, and suddenly found a pair of brocade boots beside him.
With a thought in her mind, she changed her shoes and walked towards the study with some doubts. She opened the cotton curtain and saw that Chi Jingxi was indeed sitting in the room.
He happened to be facing the door of the study room, Wen Yantong just poked his head in when he found out.
Wen Yantong's eyes lit up, as if they were shining, and said happily, "Young Lord, so you are here!"
Chi Jingxi frowned, why did this lame man come again
Wen Yantong hasn't seen Chi Jingxi for half a month. Songhai Academy is not small, and the literature classes of the two are far apart. Chi Jingxi usually does not eat or sleep in the academy, but comes during class and leaves after class.
Seeing Chi Jingxi's handsome face at first glance, Wen Yantong was a little happy. At least, she doesn't have to face Li Boyuan alone.
After Wen Yantong entered the study, he took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger by the door. The one next to it is Chi Jingxi's.
The cloak that Chi Jingxi wore today was snow white, and the fur on it was bright and smooth, making it very soft at first glance.
Wen Yantong quietly stretched out his hand to touch it, and curled his lips secretly.
She could feel that Chi Jingxi's cloak was made of fox fur. In fact, her cloak is also fox fur, but compared with this one, it is not a star and a half. Sure enough, they are princes and nobles, and the things on their bodies are things that ordinary people can't buy with gold.
After Wen Yantong hung up the cloak, he ran to sit down opposite Chi Jingxi, and offered to talk with a smile, "Young Master, are you here to transcribe articles for Master Li again today?"
Chi Jingxi ignored him.
Seeing that people ignored her, she leaned out half of her body and stretched her neck to read the words on Chi Jingxi's paper. The font is written neatly as always, and the strength of each stroke is controlled extremely well.
But in this way, Wen Yantong's head blocked the candlelight on the table, casting a large shadow on Chi Jingxi's paper.
"Ah, it's so pretty!" Wen Yantong praised quickly, and retracted her neck before Chi Jingxi could speak.
Just in time, Li Boyuan also came in, gave Wen Yantong a pen and paper, picked a book from the bookshelf, and said, "Wen Yantong, you failed the plain text test in the opening class, I read your test paper earlier, and the handwriting was a mess , can’t catch the eye at all, and the few words that can be read are pure vernacular, without any meaning, let alone taking the imperial examination, you can’t even pass the final exam.”
Shaojing is an empire that attaches great importance to literature, and even has the meaning of overthrowing hundreds of schools and only respecting Confucianism. There was a complete examination system as early as a hundred years ago.
Boys in Shaojing who reach the age of five must go to school to learn to read and write. They must study for at least six years and pass the end-of-course exam.
However, the young masters in Chaoge have higher requirements and have a longer school year. Like Cheng Xin and Chi Jingxi, while studying in the school, they also have to learn how to deal with court affairs, so as to prepare for ruling in the future.
Even if the people in the academy do not take the imperial examination, they must pass the final final exam, especially Songhai Academy, which is a well-known institution of higher learning throughout the country.
Li Boyuan glanced at Wen Yantong, and sighed deeply, "Although your articles last year were not very good, at least they are not as bad as yours now. Why do you regress as you learn more?"
Wen Yantong was speechless, she lowered her head and pretended to be repentant.
Li Boyuan put the book in her hand, "This book contains articles written by the number one scholar in the imperial examination in recent years, you should study more."
Wen Yantong thanked him, picked up the pen and began to copy the article. Her mind is not stupid, and although she is not particularly talented in learning, she is not bad either. In addition, she is also reading articles recently, so some sentences and words are somewhat familiar, and she can go through them in her mind while copying.
Li Boyuan sat on the high table beside him, Chi Jingxi and Wen Yantong sat on the low table, and the room fell silent for a while.
Wen Yantong's attention is not focused - this is a common problem of most contemporary young people. She copied for a while, and after feeling tired, her attention became a little distracted.
She looked up at Chi Jingxi. The person on the opposite side hasn't said a word since he entered the door, and he is concentrating on transcribing the article, and he is quite serious in doing things.
It was only at this time that Wen Yantong felt that Chi Jingxi looked like a good student. This person's fame in Chaoge is not because of his good looks and high status.
But Chi Jingxi's own power conditions are very strong. He can write well with his pen, and his martial arts can penetrate Yang with a sword. The only thing is that he has a bad temper and doesn't like to save face.
Wen Yantong once thought that the reason why Chi Jingxi can be the villain in the novel is because the struggle for imperial power is inherently cruel. Cheng Xiao and Fu Tanghuan are the protagonists in the book, and Chi Jingxi stands on the opposite side of them. In the life-and-death struggle, Chi Jingxi naturally becomes the villain.
If the struggle for imperial power had never existed from the very beginning, would Chi Jingxi still be a feared villain
Wen Yantong was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to the time, and stared at it for a long time, which made Chi Jingxi unhappy.
"What are you looking at?" Chi Jingxi stopped writing and asked.
Wen Yantong came back to his senses all of a sudden, and said to Chi Jingxi, "I was wondering, would the young master feel sore hands and legs after sitting without moving for such a long time?"
Chi Jingxi sneered coldly, "There are so many things to worry about."
"I'm also concerned about you." Wen Yantong said in a low voice, "I just sat for a while, and I already feel numb in my legs."
Before Chi Jingxi could speak, he heard Li Boyuan say, "Stand up and walk around, let your legs bleed."
Wen Yantong responded, and then propped herself up on the table and got up slowly. Just as she was about to walk around, Li Boyuan came to her side, leaned over and picked up her paper.
"En?" Li Boyuan squeezed out a doubt from his nose, staring at her handwriting, "Didn't I ask you to practice regular script?"
Wen Yantong froze, forgetting that these days he was imitating Chi Jingxi's characters. Although he didn't learn the character of the characters, he looked like he had learned three or four points.
"I, I really like Xiaohouye's calligraphy..." Wen Yantong said in a low voice.
Hearing her whispering, Chi Jingxi flicked the tip of his pen, leaving ink marks on the paper. He remembered the three inks left on the paper last time, so he put down the pen with a frown, and closed his eyes gently to let his eyes rest for a while.
Li Boyuan looked back and forth at her handwriting, and said, "I can see that you have practiced your handwriting very well recently, but Jingxi's handwriting was not formed in a day. If you want to practice it well, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."
Wen Yantong nodded quickly.
"You have only learned the skin, but not the bones. If you continue to practice like this, you will not look like you..." Li Boyuan glanced at Chi Jingxi who was resting with his eyes closed, and said, "Jingxi, take a break and teach Wen Yantong how to write. strokes."
Chi Jingxi opened his eyes, with a strong reluctance on his face, and he couldn't help but said, who would not disobey his teacher on weekdays, "...it's better to figure out the strokes by yourself to be more effective."
Li Boyuan said, "Indeed, calligraphy needs to be comprehended by oneself. But Wen Yantong's brain is not very bright, and he will have to wait until the year of the monkey to comprehend it. Since he likes your calligraphy, you should teach him a little bit and lead him in." "
Wen Yantong, who was not very bright, sniffed, and looked at Chi Jingxi in a daze.
Chi Jingxi couldn't evade any more, so he had to draw another blank paper and put the previously copied article aside. Seeing this, Wen Yantong sat next to Chi Jingxi with a very winking look, obediently waiting for him to pick up his pen at a distance not too far away.
Li Boyuan smiled and put Wen Yantong's paper in Chi Jingxi's hand, "Look at his writing."
Chi Jingxi picked up the paper, looked at it, and was a little surprised.
When I saw Yantong's handwriting before, it was crooked and I couldn't catch my eyes, but after reading it half a month later, it turned out to be decent, and I really imitated him, as can be seen from some horizontal and vertical ticks.
Chi Jingxi read her handwriting patiently, found out some of the badly written words, dismantled the structures one by one, and put them in front of Wen Yantong, "See for yourself what you wrote no the same."
Wen Yantong stretched out his head to look carefully, but looked back and forth several times, but couldn't find any difference, so he could only shake his head.
Chi Jingxi raised his eyebrows, as if about to get angry. Wen Yantong hurriedly glanced at Li Boyuan, and his pointed eyes seemed to be telling Chi Jingxi.
You can't swear, the teacher is here!
Chi Jingxi swallowed that breath again, and pointed at the "horizontal and vertical hook" structure in it, "Here, look carefully."
Wen Yantong was amused to see him so angry and unable to vent his anger, he pretended to look carefully, but finally shook his head, "I can't tell."
"Your eyes..." Chi Jingxi opened his mouth to scold, but turned abruptly the moment he exited, "It's as big as a goose egg, how can you not see it?"
Fuck, are those human eyes? !
Wen Yantong said, "Young Master's metaphors are quite unique."
Chi Jingxi tapped the paper several times, fully revealing his impatience, and his voice was full of threats, "If you don't look good, I can make this metaphor come true."
"Really?" Wen Yantong gasped in surprise, turned around and called Li Boyuan, "Master Li, the young master said that he can turn people's eyes into the size of goose eggs, it's amazing!"
Li Boyuan turned his head to look, his eyes were full of surprise, "Really? Jingxi, you have this ability?"
Chi Jingxi was so angry that he closed his eyes, tried to calm down his anger, turned his head and smiled at Li Boyuan, "Yes, the method is actually very simple."
"Then tell me." Li Boyuan was quite interested.
"It only takes one punch, and it can swell to the size of a goose egg." Chi Jingxi said.
Oh shit.
Li Boyuan laughed loudly after hearing this, "You, you, it's really hard to see your joking side, I thought you became more serious when you grow up."
Wen Yantong was shocked. Teacher Li, please listen carefully, is this a joke
Chi Jingxi turned her head, her voice was extremely low, "Did you hear that? Little cripple."
Wen Yantong hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, lay down on the paper and looked at it carefully, then pointed to a place and said, "I can see it, it is here, there is an extra stroke."
Chi Jingxi said, "That's right, it's called stippling. Only when the stippling is beautifully written can the strokes come out."
Wen Yantong looked at his split strokes one by one, "The stippling of each structure is different."
Chi Jingxi said, "The stippling of each character is similar, but the details are different, so there are fonts with the same diameter. If you practice the stippling well, the characters will take shape."
Wen Yantong was really educated, and said in surprise, "So that's how it is."
Chi Jingxi said with disgust, "This kind of knowledge has been taught to five-year-old children when they entered the academy."
Wen Yantong pretended to be angry, "I didn't expect my former wife to be so irresponsible!"
"Well, what Jingxi said is good." Li Boyuan said aside, "You just practice with the structure he disassembled. If you practice more, you will know where the stippling is."
Wen Yantong said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your generous teaching."
Chi Jingxi ignored her. It is estimated that he was angry just now, but he has not calmed down yet. Wen Yantong picked up the pen obediently, and copied the strokes written by Chi Jingxi seriously.
This method is indeed more effective. Wen Yantong practiced a piece of paper to the brim, and figured out the position of the stippling to some extent. And found that Chi Jingxi has a habit of writing.
The structure of his strokes is not closed, but there is a kind of wantonness in it. Wen Yantong vaguely felt that this was the gesture he was talking about.
She looked at Chi Jingxi's handwriting, imitating stroke by stroke, looking very serious.
The more he wrote, the closer he got to Chi Jingxi's, until his shoulder was almost touching Chi Jingxi's, and he pressed the pen end against his shoulder. When he raised his eyes, he saw Chi Jingxi's indifferent face, "Go over there .”
Wen Yantong had no choice but to move away again. She put down her pen, raised the paper and shouted to Li Boyuan, "Master Li, come and help me see how I am doing."
Li Boyuan was delighted when he saw Yantong's sudden progress, so he immediately got up and walked over to take her paper.
"Not bad." He praised Wen Yantong for the first time, and said to her with a smile, "This word is more neat than before."
Wen Yantong laughed, "It's all taught by the young master, and I am really lucky to have the guidance of the young master."
Chi Jingxi said indifferently, "I don't dare to be that."
Li Boyuan smiled kindly, looking at Chi Jingxi with approval.
At this moment, Wen Yantong yawned, and his eyes were filled with liquid. Li Boyuan and Chi Jingxi were taken aback at the same time.
Li Boyuan groaned, "It's broken! I was so engrossed in writing that I forgot the time!"
Chi Jingxi also stopped writing and stood up, "Students will copy here today, and come back tomorrow to continue copying."
Li Boyuan looked anxious, "It's not going to happen, it's so late, you should rest in the academy for the night."
Chi Jingxi said, "It's all right, there's no snow these days, the carriage is fine on the road, and I can go back home soon."
Li Boyuan didn't force it either, knowing that if he wanted the young master to rest in the academy, he might have to mobilize a large number of guards, so he said, "If you can't get up tomorrow, you don't have to come to class, I will give you special approval."
Chi Jingxi said, "Thank you, Master."
Wen Yantong stood up and left behind Chi Jingxi.
The two stood at the door, saying goodbye like last time, Li Boyuan said, "Be careful on the road, the snow has melted a few days ago, the road is slippery, don't fall."
Wen Yantong trembled, "Xiao, got it..."
Li Boyuan saw that Yantong didn't take the crutch, so he didn't want to ask Chi Jingxi to send him back like last time.
And Chi Jingxi didn't mention this, after bidding farewell to Li Boyuan, he got into the carriage and left by himself.
Wen Yantong held the lamp that Li Boyuan had given him, and hummed lightly, saying that he would not give it away if he didn't give it away.
It was cold at the beginning, but when the road was normal, my body became hot, and my hands and feet warmed up.
Back in the dormitory, he took off his clothes, scalded his feet with hot water, and took a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on her door, and the maid went directly to her bedside to call her.
Wen Yantong woke up in a daze, and saw the maid said anxiously, "Young Master Fu is waiting outside, saying that there is something important."
Fu Zixian is not a person who bluffs. He said that if there is a big event, it is a big event.
Wen Yantong regained consciousness all of a sudden, hurriedly put on his clothes and took a shower, then went out to see him. Fu Zixian's nose was red from the cold, and after seeing Wen Yantong, he asked, "Where did you go last night?"
Wen Yantong was stunned, "I went to Master Li's dormitory to practice calligraphy."
Fu Zixian said anxiously, "What happened later! Where did he go later!"
"Later... I came back to sleep and didn't go anywhere." Wen Yantong asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Fu Zixian heaved a long sigh of relief, and then said, "Come with me first, we'll talk on the way."
Wen Yantong didn't understand, so he followed him, and only heard him say, "The Xiaoxiao chicken of the academy was found dead by the nest this morning, and the servants said that after seeing you last night, they were haunting the neighborhood in the middle of the night, so everyone is suspicious of that chicken. You killed the chicken."
"What!" Wen Yantong cried out, "Which bastard dares to slander me?!"
The author has something to say: Chi Jingxi: As soon as I hit the ground with a hammer, you will know what the goose egg-sized eyes look like.