Da'an's best son-in-law

In the early morning of summer, the sky just dawned, and white mist floated in the courtyard. Ye Chen had been woken up by Lian Er, who had been waiting for a long time, and had to take him to the Wei family's private school.

Lian'er wouldn't have such thoughts. She probably didn't resist the pressure from Wei Yanran last night, or she did everything. Wei Yanran should have ordered this matter. Although he didn't think it was necessary, after all, she was doing it for her own sake, so he still had to appreciate it.

On the way there, Ye Chen yawned while enjoying the rare fresh air. Compared with the era he lived in before, the quality of the air here was a bit better.

Although the Wei family is a family of merchants, Mr. Wei is still very far-sighted and attaches great importance to the education of his children. He not only spent a lot of money to hire Song Taiyan, a famous teacher from Jizhou, for the children of the Wei family, but also set up a special training room in the Wei family. School.

Hearing the sound of reading loudly from the courtyard, Ye Chen nodded. This son of the Wei family was really diligent and had already started studying at this hour.

Lian'er went in to find her husband, while Ye Chen stood outside alone waiting. After a while, Lian'er led a hale and hearty old man in gray robes, with a gray beard, and walked out.

This is the great scholar of Jizhou City, Song Taiyan. Although he was rich in academics and had reached the rank of Jinshi, he did not become an official in the end. Instead, he stayed in Jizhou City to preach and teach, and had many disciples. There are rumors that the imperial court promoted this person three times, but Song Taiyan rejected them all. It was this incident that made him famous in Jizhou, and children of aristocratic families flocked to his door.

"Excuse me, Ye Chen, I have met Mr. Song." Ye Chen bowed respectfully.

Unexpectedly, his respectful gesture did not elicit a response from the former. Song Taiyan glanced at Ye Chen lightly and nodded slightly.

"What's the matter?"

Since ancient times, literati have been quite arrogant, especially such an elderly scholar, who is even more arrogant. Ye Chen did not pay attention to this gentleman's cold attitude. Just when he was about to speak, Lian'er on the side spoke first.

"Sir, my lady would like to ask you to teach my uncle some poems, lyrics, and songs to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival."

"Are you that Ye Chen?"

Seeing Ye Chen nodding in recognition, Song Taiyan said no more.

"Come with me"

Following Song Taiyan to the study, the former did not say anything. He took out a piece of rice paper from the book, spread it flat on the desk, and waved his brush to write the two powerful characters "家国".

"Since it is Miss Wei's request, I can't refuse it. Please write a seven-character poem with the two characters "home and country" as the title. If you can't finish it in one stick of incense, then please come back. I, Song Taiyan, will come from Don’t teach mediocrity.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Taiyan closed his eyes slightly, sat at the table to rest his mind, and said no more words. Completing a poem within one stick of incense has always been his criterion for accepting disciples. Even if it is completed, it remains to be seen whether it will satisfy him. The rejection behind the former's words was already obvious.

As soon as these words came out, Lian'er beside her became anxious. She knew Ye Chen's caliber too well. Not to mention the time it took to burn an incense stick, he might not be able to write a poem even in half a day. Just when he was about to speak, he saw Ye Chen shaking his head slightly at her with a calm expression, and then bowed slightly to Song Taiyan.

"Follow your orders"

Speaking of family, country and world, many masterpieces of poets from the Song Dynasty flashed through his mind. But the one that impressed me the most was Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November [-]th".

"The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but Shangsi defends Luntai for the country.

Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river fall into a dream. "

Closing his eyes, Ye Chen gently recited this masterpiece by Lu Fangweng based on the memory in his mind.

Lu Fangweng needs to be understood, understand his lifelong aspiration for unification, understand his lifelong struggle for this ambition, understand his full of passion and loyalty, which is the mental state of "still thinking about defending the Luntai for the country". This is the best illustration of his soul and personality. The mountains and rivers are broken, the country is facing a crisis, and an old man is sick and lying in an isolated village, but he still wants to go to war for the country and guard the border. Who can compare to such lofty ideals for family, country and the world?

Sure enough, after he sang this poem, Song Taiyan, who was originally serious and uneasy, turned from dull and impatient to shocked. He stood up directly and stared at Ye Chen with bright eyes.

"I lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams."

Thinking over and over the verses Ye Chen recited, Song Taiyan's voice became more and more excited. "Well, what a poem! At such an age, but with such feelings for family and country, it is really extraordinary!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said to Ye Chen, "If this poem of yours was written in a poetry meeting and spread, your reputation would be as good as that of Jiaxuan. With such literary talent and such momentum in the poem, over the years, I have only The two people I have met are you and Qiji."

Ye Chen frowned when he heard Song Taiyan's words. According to history, Xin Qiji was from the Southern Song Dynasty, but Da'an has not moved south now, so how could he appear in this time period. Could it be that the history of Da'an is different, so even the characters are a little different?

The literati in Da'an were divided into two factions: the main war faction and the main peace faction. The former advocated that the imperial court send troops to deter northern Xinjiang and stop the Jin people from invading the border, while the latter advocated showing favor to the Jin people and opposed sending troops. And Xin Qiji, this gentleman's favorite disciple, is a representative figure of the main war faction. After arriving in the south, he even formed a "Flying Tiger Army" with strict military discipline and extremely powerful combat capabilities.

At this moment, Song Taiyan's attitude towards Ye Chen had changed from indifference to enthusiasm, and he warmly invited him to sit in the study and chat for a while. Although he was a Confucian scholar, there was no trace of sourness in Song Taiyan's body. On the contrary, he was full of pride, and he talked endlessly about the affairs of his family and country.

"Is Master Jiaxuan your student?"

"These are the students I took in when I was traveling in the north. A few years ago, I went to the north. It was not like the singing and dancing here in Jiangnan. The Jin soldiers repeatedly provoked us at the border, violated our borders many times, and harassed the people. . Xin Qiji is a descendant of the family in the border area, and later moved south to Suzhou with his family."

At the mention of this, Song Taiyan's eyes showed a heavy look of worry.

"Sir, there is no need to worry. The Da'an Dynasty has been prosperous for hundreds of years and has a profound foundation that cannot be shaken by a clan from outside the region."

Seeing the reason for Song Taiyan's worry, Ye Chen comforted him.

"I hope so," Song Taiyan murmured. The Da'an Dynasty is now living and working in peace and contentment, singing and dancing, but at the border, the Jin soldiers' invasion of the border has been revealed. If no preparations are made, I am afraid that there will not be much time left in this peaceful and prosperous era. After talking about these things, Song Taiyan smiled again.

"My little friend is so talented in literature, how difficult can it be to write a small poem? What I said just now will not count."

Having said that, the old gentleman still looked a little unnatural. According to the agreement just now, if Ye Chen composes a poem that satisfies him, he will naturally teach the latter. In this way, he will be Ye Chen's teacher. But the poems written by Ye Chen are really majestic, and with such literary talent, he will definitely be no ordinary person in the future. To accept a disciple now would be to take advantage.

"I would like to take you as my teacher," Ye Chen said with a slight bow.

Hearing Ye Chen's reply, Song Taiyan's face flashed with joy, and he immediately laughed and quickly helped Ye Chen up.

"Okay! Okay! I, Song Taiyan, will accept you as my disciple!"

Even though he was over sixty years old, he was still very happy to find such an outstanding disciple. He was not sure whether this disciple could reach the level of Jiaxuan, but his future achievements would definitely not be comparable to ordinary people.

On the way back, Lian'er beside me kept chattering. In her impression, Ye Chen belonged to the kind of family member who had no skills but was extremely mediocre. Moreover, Song Taiyan's standards for accepting disciples were notoriously harsh throughout Jizhou. Although he claimed to have three thousand nominal disciples, only one Jiaxuan layman was truly recognized.

Even though her young lady is famous all over Jizhou, she has never been accepted as a disciple by Mr. Song. But now, Ye Chen has become a disciple of Mr. Song with just one poem. If this spreads out, I don’t know how big a stir it will cause in Jizhou. sensation.

"Why, do you think my uncle has two brushes now? I think you didn't have much confidence in me just now." Looking at the little girl's adoring look, Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Lian'er didn't look at Uncle Bian, Lian'er just..." The little girl was speechless, her little face became redder and redder, and she slowly lowered her head. Didn't she just not believe Ye Chen?

"Never again, don't look down on me so much in the future." As he said this, Ye Chen reached out and pinched Lian'er's smooth cheek. His actions made the latter instantly raise his head like a frightened rabbit, his eyes panicked, and he was speechless.

During the An Dynasty, it was not like the mid-spring month before, when men and women met freely and had fun. At this time, it has become a common practice for men and women not to be intimate with each other. If Lian'er was Wei Yanran's dowry maid, then it would be natural for her to sleep with her. But he was a son-in-law, so Ye Chen's behavior was undoubtedly a bit beyond the rules.

"Uncle, you, you..." Lian'er blushed, looking at the bright smile on Ye Chen's face, but swallowed back the second half of the sentence.

While the two were laughing, Wei Yanran's maid Xiao Xing ran over in a panic. By the time he reached Ye Chen's side, he was already out of breath.

"Xiao Xing, don't worry, what's going on?"

"Uncle, please go and have a look. A group of hooligans suddenly came to the Silk Village to cause trouble. The lady asked me to come to the Wei family to call for help."

After all, the Wei family is a big family and its reputation is very important. How dare ordinary gangsters come to cause trouble for the Wei family. But there was no time to think about it at the moment. Most of the people working in the silk and satin shop were dutiful workers, who were no match for these gangsters.

"Xiao Xing, go to the head of the house and call all the servants and guards in the house."

"Lian'er, lead the way, let's go to the Silk House!"