Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Su family

The Lingering Garden is the most unique among the Su family's many gardens.

Although man-made, it is like heaven.

The scenery of the whole garden is simple and elegant, and the beauty is not based on craftsmanship, but on nature.

As the saying goes, "mountain" is the backbone of the garden, and "water" is the lifeblood of the garden.

Without mountains, there will be no landscape, and without water, there will be no vitality.

Mountains are alive with water, and water is beautiful with mountains.

And this Lingering Garden is the essence of classical gardens.

Su Ji went through a rockery and passed the arch.

A white stone path leads to a hexagonal pavilion.

This is the most secluded place in the garden.

Su Jiqian was dressed in strong clothes, unlike ordinary young masters who always wore fine clothes.

He prefers these simple, close-fitting and comfortable clothes.

The smell of alcohol from last night has dissipated

There is a woman and an old man in the hexagonal kiosk.

"Brother, where did you go last night?"

Su Xinlan asked blatantly.

"If you don't come back, you don't know how to send a message. My mother is very worried."

Su Ji said: "I went to see my mother just now, your brother is such an adult, what can happen."

With that said, he came over and clasped his fists.

"I met Mr. Zhang."

The old man's name is Zhang Tai, from Changzhou.

A well-known Confucian teacher, the first of the three masters in Guangling.

Since the queen came to the throne, she has been living in seclusion, entertaining herself with poetry and painting.

Ten years ago, the Su family tried their best to invite her, and Zhang Tai saw that Su Xinlan was very talented.

So he agreed to stay at Su's house and teach him art.

Su Xinlan's nose moved slightly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Brother, you're going to drink again!"

Su Jiqian smiled, "Thirteen has entered the third-rank realm, how can I not celebrate it.

And this meal was not for nothing, and I also made a good brother. "

Su Xinlan glanced at him, "Whoever is not your good brother, when you meet, you will drag him to drink and beg for help."

Zhang Tai couldn't help but smile, and poured a cup of tea for Su Jixiang.

Su Jiqian waved his hand, "This is different, Lao Li has both the bookish spirit of a literati and the boldness of an ordinary man.

I don't like putting on airs, it's too much for my taste. "

Speaking of this, Su Jiqian suddenly remembered.

"By the way, I seem to have promised Lao Li that I would give him three jars of wine. I have to prepare the wine."

Su Jiqian was about to leave, but stopped and said to Zhang Tai.

"Mr. Zhang, please do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Tai spoke softly.

"I want you to taste a poem for me."

Zhang Tai smiled, "Oh? Mr. Su can also compose poetry?"

Everyone knows that the son of the Su family in Ruxi is proficient in martial arts, but not good at poetry and painting.

There is no ink in the chest.

Su Jiqian didn't mind others saying that he was uneducated, "Sir, don't laugh at me, it's a poem written by a friend."

"Sir, tell me."

Su Jiqian thought for a while, and read slowly.

"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy."

Su Xinlan, who was practicing calligraphy at the side, suddenly blunted her hand.

Zhang Tai originally had a playful expression, his eyes flashed, and he muttered twice.

Su Xinlan came back to her senses and couldn't help but said: "...What a beautiful poem."

Enter the scene with poetry.

Among the three, Zhang Tai is the most knowledgeable and a Confucian teacher.

The sight in my eyes is no longer limited to this secular garden.

As if half asleep and half awake, I saw the reflection of the starry sky in the water, floating above the Milky Way, sleeping soundly in a dream amidst the splendor of stars.

After a long time, Zhang Tai took a deep breath.

"What about the next sentence?"

Su Jiqian frowned and pondered, "The erm seems to be gone... Maybe I forgot. I was drunk and didn't hear clearly."

Su Jiqian suddenly realized that Zhang Tai was not looking right at him.

It was like peeing halfway, and someone suddenly blocked the faucet.

Su Jiqian looked at his sister, "Is this poem good?"

After getting a positive answer from my sister.

Su Jiqian smiled smugly, his brother Su Jiqian was not ordinary.

.............

Nanguo Mansion, inside the hall.

"Mother, do you see that Shisan has entered the third rank now, should I find a teacher for him?"

The second lady asked tentatively.

On the one hand, it is to inquire about the mind of the old lady.

On the other hand, if the old lady really agrees, the second wife can also take the initiative and take the matter of finding a teacher to herself, which will be convenient for her to manipulate.

"Looking for a teacher? What's the use, it's just a fluke."

The old lady took a sip of tea and didn't care.

"After all, he is not from our Yan family, let him go."

The second lady smiled, but did not echo what the old lady said.

The old lady can tell Yan Shisan's fault.

But as an aunt, she couldn't say that in front of the old matriarch.

"Old Madam, Second Madam."

The maid came in.

"Mr. Su, Miss Su and Mr. Zhang Tai are waiting outside the door to meet the old lady."

Zhang Tai?

The old lady and the second wife were shocked at the same time.

The great Confucian Zhang Tai has lived in seclusion for many years, and was invited by the Su family to be the teacher of Miss Su Xinlan.

At that time, the Nanguo government also spent a lot of effort, wanting to invite Zhang Tai into the Nanguo government, even if it was a name.

But it's a pity that Zhang Tai doesn't value fame and wealth, so he caught Su Xinlan with a glance.

into the Su family.

For these years, Zhang Tai has been living in seclusion.

But it doesn't hinder his status in the minds of scholars.

"Quick, please!"

A moment later, Su Xinlan, Su Jiqian and a middle-aged man from the Su family entered the hall.

The old lady stood up and said with a smile, "It's been fifteen years since I left, and Mr. Zhang will be safe and sound."

Zhang Tai returned the salute, "The old lady is safe."

"Toefl, you are in good health, please sit down!"

Several people chatted for a while.

The old matriarch jokingly said: "At the time when my husband was still alive, I tried my best to invite him into our Nanguo mansion.

However, she was declined by her husband and stayed away from the world for more than ten years.

Today, Mr. re-entering the gate of the mansion really makes my little Nanguo mansion flourish."

Zhang Tai smiled, "The old matriarch was joking, Zhang Tai is just a commoner, but he is just teaching and learning to make a living."

As he spoke, he took out a scroll.

"Old Madam's birthday, Zhang has nothing but a landscape painting, I hope the old matriarch will accept it with a smile."

The old lady smiled and said: "Sir, you are really modest, Zhang Tai and Zhang Jingyuan's paintings are the first of the three masterpieces in Guangling.

Getting a picture scroll is better than all kinds of rare treasures.

Mr. Trouble, I specially came to the gate of the mansion in person. "

Only then did Zhang Tai finally bring up the purpose of his visit this time.

"Old Madam, come here next time.

One, it is to say hello to the old lady.

Second, it is to meet a person. "

Everyone present knew that these two were the key.

"Oh, who?"

"I heard that there is a guest minister in Nanguo's mansion, named Li Ping'an, and I have heard poems written by him by chance, so I came here to ask for advice."

The second lady was secretly surprised, what kind of poem actually provoked Zhang Tai to come here in person?

The old lady suddenly realized, "So it's Mr. Li."

He hurriedly called the maid beside him, and went to the small courtyard by the lake to invite Li Pingan.