From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

"I poured the wine into the Yunjiang River."

This sentence silenced the three people.

Ye Qingying said directly: "Don't talk nonsense, Zhou Yuan, this is a discussion of the Tao, you can't just give an answer, you must speak your Tao."

Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "My father is a Confucian scholar. Although he failed in the exam many times, he also has a sense of family and country."

"So I poured the fine wine given to him by my father-in-law into the Yunjiang River, and let it flow to the world with the water of the Yunjiang River, so that the people can drink it together and fulfill his life's ambition."

"At the same time, I put the water of the Yunjiang River in a wine pot and buried it in my father's tomb."

"I believe that he would rather drink the water of his hometown than strong liquor."

The candlelight flickered, and the statue was solemn.

Su Youzi, Miao Shanzi and Ye Qingying savored these words for a long time, looking at each other with deep eyes.

After a while, Su Youzi said, "A pot of fine wine, a gift to the world, very good."

Miao Shanzi laughed and said softly, "Congratulations, Master, you have one more disciple."

Zhou Yuan, of course, had to take advantage of the situation, and quickly stood up and bowed deeply, "Disciple Zhou Yuan, greets Master."

Everyone stood up with him.

Su Youzi also smiled, "Zhou Yuan, courtesy name Ziyi, from now on you will be called Yuan Yizi."

"Yuan means true nature, and Yi means the way of change. I hope you will experience changes in the secular world, but not forget your true nature."

Zhou Yuan said, "Yuan Yizi greets Master, and also greets the eldest and second sisters."

Ye Qingying snorted softly and said, "This is what I want, Zhou Yuan, I have repaid your life-saving grace, don't use this to threaten me in the future."

Threat? This is too harsh, it really doesn't matter.

Zhou Yuan was thick-skinned and said sternly, "What Zhou Yuan? You should call me Junior Brother."

"Bah!"

Ye Qingying blushed for no reason and said to Su Youzi, "Thank you, Master."

Su Youzi accepted Zhou Yuan as his disciple more for Ye Qingying's sake, which Ye Qingying knew very well.

"Yuan Yizi, the cultivation of Taoist internal strength is not a matter of one day or one night. It must be accumulated day by day. Only in this way can you gain something."

"You should stay in Baiyun Mountain for three months, cultivate your body and mind, and listen to the teachings attentively. When the river is surging, go down the mountain and go home."

Zhou Yuan was stunned.

Why is it three months directly!

There is no explanation at home!

Don't let Zhao Jianjia get married and have a big belly when I go down the mountain.

"Disciple obeys!"

Zhou Yuan agreed decisively. After all, this was a matter that determined the foundation, so he couldn't be careless. He asked Qingying to go to Zhao's house to say hello.

"Today's sermon ends here. Go and have a rest. Qingyezi, arrange for Yuan Yizi to stay in Yunhua Hall."

"Tomorrow at 1:00 a.m., listen to the sermon in Sanqing Hall."

The three disciples looked at each other and bowed in agreement.

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"When the sun is high in the sky, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work."

"What a good poem! It is truly a masterpiece!"

In Zhao's house, Zhao Cheng finished his breakfast and couldn't help reciting it several times. His fingers gently tapped the table, and he was filled with emotion.

He smiled and said, "Yuan'er may seem unrestrained, but he is actually very talented. He has experienced the hardships of poverty and the sufferings of ordinary people, and only then did he write this poem, which will be recorded in history!"

Zhao Jianjia wiped his mouth and said helplessly, "Dad, you have read it dozens of times since last night."

"I think this poem is not as good as "Ode to the Willow". At least "Ode to the Willow" is original, vivid and interesting, and the meaning is vivid."

Zhao Cheng smiled and said slowly, "Poetry is to express one's aspirations, not to pile up words. Although "Song of the Peasants" does not have gorgeous sentences, it is down-to-earth, returns to nature, and its thoughts go deep into the earth and cover the world. It is said that it is of high quality and will last forever!"

" "Ode to the Willow" is also a good poem, but it is not as good as "Song of the Willow". In comparison, it is more charming and less solemn. "

Zhao Cheng seemed to be in high spirits, and said with emotion: "The event of yesterday's poetry meeting spread all over Yunzhou. You should be able to see Yuan'er's true thoughts. He doesn't care about "Ode to Willow". His thoughts belong to "Mercy for Farmers". "

"That's why he left in a huff, unwilling to stay for long."

Zhao Jianjia pouted and said: "Yes, Daddy is right. You are almost praising him to the sky. It's a pity that he didn't go home last night."

Thinking of yesterday's scenes, Zhao Jianjia still had mixed emotions, especially at the end when Xue Ningyue went to see Zhou Yuan off... Alas, it should have been her wife who went.

She regretted why she was so at a loss yesterday. Thinking back, she was really helpless.

Zhao Cheng frowned even more tightly and said solemnly: "Jianjia, Yuan'er didn't go home last night. Don't you have any responsibility?"

"What?"

Zhao Jianjia felt incredible.

Zhao Cheng said: "Why did Yuan'er leave in anger? Why didn't he come back yesterday? Do you think all this has nothing to do with you?"

"Although your father is busy on weekdays, he also heard your mother talk about this matter. Have you ever been with her since you got married half a month ago?room? Have you ever cooked a meal for him? Have you ever cared about what he wears and what he does every day? "

"On the contrary, the money for your poetry club's sponsorship was raised by Yuan'er."

"Jianjia, at this point, do you still despise Yuan'er's background?"

Zhao Jianjia's face changed slightly, and then he sighed: "Father, I am not a person who despises the poor and loves the rich, but Zhou Yuan, he is not the same kind of person as me after all."

"It doesn't matter that he was born in a humble family, but he has no ambition, does not want to make progress, and is unwilling to take the imperial examination. How can I live with him?"

Zhao Cheng shook his head and said: "Jianjia, can't you see it? Yuan'er has thousands of hills and valleys in his mind, and he is not an ordinary person. "

"As a scholar, he remained calm despite being stabbed with a sword and an axe. He spoke eloquently in court, found a precise way to solve the case, proved his innocence, and paid for Xiaoyue's burial."

"You should exercise your muscles and bones every day, and not stop at your weak body. This is for the long term."

"A poem "Geng Lou Zi" moved the courtesan, and a speech made Baihua Pavilion pay 300 silver. Do you think this is easy to do?"

Zhao Jianjia stayed where she was, and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Cheng continued: "There are hundreds of members in Yunzhou Poetry Society. When he joined, he became the focus of everyone. One story and two poems attracted everyone's favor. Do you think this is luck? "

Zhao Jianjia lowered her head, Zhou Yuan's smiling face automatically appeared in her mind, and she was speechless for a while.

Zhao Cheng smiled faintly and said: "Those who achieve great things are not particular about trivial matters. Yuan'er is not unmotivated, but he is different from others."

"To be honest, if Yuan'er was not born in a humble family, you might not have a chance to meet him."

"Please think carefully about what your father said, and don't regret it when it is irreversible."

Zhao Jianjia clenched her fists, her face a little pale.

Is Zhou Yuan really that outstanding? Will I really regret it one day?

Once this thought came out, it could not be shaken off.

Zhao Jianjia realized it later and found that she did regret not understanding Zhou Yuan's thoughts at the poetry meeting yesterday.

At this moment, it seems that Ningyue is the one who understands him.

"Master, the head of the yamen, Ye, wants to see you. "

The servant's voice interrupted Zhao Jianjia's meditation.

She raised her head and saw Ye Qingying striding in. She clasped her fists and saluted, saying, "Mr. Tongpan, I have something to report."

Zhao Cheng smiled and said, "You came to your house so early in the morning. It seems that the matter is not small and critical."

Ye Qingying shook her head and said, "It's not a big deal. I just came here on the order of the master to inform you that Zhou Yuan has become the master's third disciple and is now practicing in Baiyun Temple."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jianjia felt that her heartbeat stopped, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "What did you say!"

Zhao Cheng hurriedly stopped her, and then slowly said, "Miss Qingying, what is the specific situation?"

Ye Qingying said, "Zhou Yuan intended to learn the Taoist inner strength, so he went up the mountain to seek the Tao, and successfully moved the master, so he got his true teachings and practiced Taoism on the mountain. His return date is uncertain. "

"The message has been delivered, Qingying will take her leave first."

Looking at Ye Qingying's departing back, Zhao Jianjia just woke up from her dream.

Her face was pale, and she hurriedly said: "Dad! What should I do! He won't come back! He...he actually became a monk!"

Zhao Cheng looked at him, nodded slowly and said: "Jianjia, maybe you are free, isn't this what you have been pursuing? This engagement, you are very resistant to it, aren't you?"

Zhao Jianjia opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Zhao Cheng said lightly: "The engagement has been fulfilled, you haven't lost your virginity, everything is happy."

After speaking, he also sighed and walked away slowly.

Zhao Jianjia stood there, completely at a loss.

Everything is happy?

Is it really like this? It seems like it.

But why is my heart so empty and so uncomfortable.