Jijiexian

As soon as Ran Ran finished speaking, Gong Que laughed. He raised his hand to stop the soldiers who wanted to arrest him, and asked loudly, "Where is the injustice?"

"This man is not a runaway slave, but he can't speak." Ran Ran pointed to the mute and said.

Tengfeng was eager to get out of the car, but was grabbed by Doctor Qiu, who only heard him order to the groom driving the car in his usual old voice: "Go and inform, and bring someone here."

The groom of Shenjun's mansion immediately jumped out of the carriage, and the soldiers along the way saw a doctor sitting in the carriage, so naturally they didn't dare to stop him, they saw him rush to Gong Que's side as fast as possible, and whispered something in their ears.

Gong Que glanced at the carriage from a distance, and then waved his hand to signal to let him go, "Mr. is wise, it is Gong Que's mistake." The soldiers also retracted their long spears upon hearing this.

Just when a dispute among the people was about to be resolved invisibly, there was a loud shout from the upper gate of the city gate, which immediately drew everyone's attention back.

"Slow!... That dumb slave can be taken away by his master, but this man trespassing on the balcony should be punished." The person who spoke was a young man in a cloak on the tower. , There are many soldiers on the left and right, standing on a high place like stars holding the moon, only to hear him continue to ask: "You Shi Ran Ran, if you are convicted of a crime, you should tie your hands together or resist orders with your troops."

The soldiers below got the order and surrounded Ran Ran again, as if as soon as he tried to resist, they would kill him on the spot.

Tengfeng was extremely worried at this time, but before he could say anything in defense, Ran Ran in the field threw away the weapon in his hand and said loudly: "Ran Ran will be tied up, willing to accept the crime."

Seeing that he didn't intend to resist, several soldiers immediately rushed up and tied him up with ropes, and then the gate of the inner city opened a small gap.Fujimine could only watch from a distance as his savior disappeared on the other side of the door.

"Who is that person on the tower?" Tengfeng could only ask Dr. Qiu.

For some reason, Doctor Qiu sighed first, and replied quite quietly: "That's Young Master Ji Yang."

The mute was quickly brought back by the coachman, probably because he was afraid of the power of the Shenjun Mansion. Before they set off, the members of the Fuji family took the initiative to return the coins they had taken. Although some of them were missing, nothing happened to the mute. , which finally let Fujimine breathe a sigh of relief.

After such a delay, when they returned to Shenjun's mansion, Mr. Nanwang's morning class was coming to an end. For Tengfeng's late arrival, Mr. Wu Zhong, the master's teacher, was very angry and punished him by not allowing him to eat at noon. Stand under the sundial and reflect on your mistakes.

"What will happen to Ran Ran?" Just as Fujifeng was thinking this way, Mr. Nanwang, who had a round belly after lunch, came over, stood in the shade at a distance from Fujifeng, followed The servant behind him immediately brought a stool and a fan, the boy waved his hand, motioning for them to back down, and then sat down swaggeringly.

Fujimine blinked at him, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Why are you rude when you see me?" Mr. Nanwang said.

Although Tengfeng is not yet an adult, he will live in Shenjun's mansion from now on. It can be said that sooner or later he will behave like a minister, so he didn't hesitate when he heard what Nan Wang said, and behaved like a scholar Kneeling and saluting, "Tengfeng pays homage to the young master." In fact, in his heart, he is also very willing to move his body. After standing motionless for so long, his legs have long been sore and limp. Kneeling now is like relaxing. Seriously. It could not be better.

Nanwang didn't get him up immediately, so Tengfeng could only keep his head down. After a long time, when he raised his head slightly strangely, he saw Mr. Wuzhong standing in front of him with a bad face.

"This little guy wants to be lazy, so let's stand and listen to the class in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, he threw up his sleeves and left. Not far away, Mr. Nanwang was poking his head in front of the window, covering his mouth with a few servants laugh.

"Sir, I..." Tengfeng knew that he was being tricked, but he didn't know how to justify it. Could it be that he was from the master's family? As a scholar, this is of course absolutely unacceptable, and he felt extremely wronged .

"Come in quickly, why are you standing there?" Mr. Wu Zhong in the room said sternly.

So Fujimine could only walk to his seat with tears in his eyes.His seat is on the left of Mr. Nanwang, and the furnishings on the table are the same. On the pen holder on the right is a high-quality bamboo tube rabbit hair brush with exquisite patterns painted on it. Next to the pen is an open handle. On the left side are a dozen flattened bamboo sticks, and a small bowl in the middle is filled with lacquer for writing.

The pen is a good pen, but this is the first time I have seen this kind of blank bamboo stick for writing, because in order to facilitate writing, the surface of the bamboo stick must be polished very smooth and the size must be the same, so it is not easy to make. When they were studying ethnology, they usually used sand tables to practice writing. They only used bamboo sticks when they completed important homework, and most of them were removed from old slips and re-cut with a knife.

With these discoveries, Fujimine's sad mood finally improved a little bit. After all, if he didn't come here to accompany Nan Wang to study, he wouldn't need these good things, and the teacher who taught the lecture, Mr. Wu Zhong, was already a wise man famous in all countries. , his knowledge must be much higher than that of Mo Zu.

Thinking of this, the previous grievances have faded a lot, Fujimine cheered up and began to listen to the class seriously.

Since the founding of the country by the Son of Heaven and the promotion of etiquette education, scholars all over the world have to learn six skills, which are: ritual, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, and mathematics, collectively referred to as the six arts of scholars.

Li refers to morality and etiquette norms, and a qualified taxi must know the rules of etiquette.Music refers to music and dance in various ceremonies, archery refers to archery, imperial refers to driving chariots, book refers to writing, and number refers to calculation.

Because Mr. Nanwang and Tengfeng are still young, there is no need to learn the two skills of archery and imperial defense among the six arts for the time being, so the boring ritual and music class has become the main homework on weekdays. Although Tengfeng is serious, But it was unavoidable to yawn twice in the middle, and Mr. Nanwang simply rode a crane in the clouds and went on an outing in the four directions in his sleep.

After class in the afternoon, Fujimine felt that his legs no longer belonged to him. He ate dinner hastily, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. Although he couldn't help worrying about the future, and Ran Ran, But soon fell asleep.

A few days passed quickly in the blink of an eye, and Tengfeng gradually became familiar with the life in Shenjun's mansion. Nanwang ignored him after teasing him on the first day, which made him heave a sigh of relief.But with the strictness of Mr. Wu Zhong, he has no time to think about other things.

Another day, it happened that Mr. Wu Zhong was taking a rest, Fujimine thought he could take a day off and go home to visit his parents, but he didn't expect his wife to call him suddenly.

The wife of Shenjun Mansion is the mother of Young Master Nanwang. After Tengfeng moved in, she had seen her from a distance. She was a dignified and beautiful lady. It's a pity that Nanwang didn't seem to inherit from this mother. What are the advantages, but the longer he grows, the more he looks like the current Shen Jun, but you must know that even the current Shen Jun.When he was young, he also had the title of beautiful son.

When Tengfeng arrived, Nan Wang was leaning against his mother, and his wife was gently stroking the top of his head. This made Tengfeng a little envious. When he was at home, his mother often did the same. I didn't think much of it then, but now I miss it very much.

Tengfeng saluted and greeted according to the rules, and heard his wife say: "Come here and let me have a look... Isn't this a pretty child, why do you always say that he is ugly?"

Tengfeng was taken aback when he heard that, he never thought that Nanwang thought he was ugly, but his looks were given by his parents, not his fault!

But then, Nan Wang's reason made him laugh and cry again - "He ignores me and doesn't play with me, so he is ugly."

Fujimine recalled that these days whenever class was over, Nanwang always seemed to appear in front of him for a while, and he would not leave until he returned to the room. Before that, he thought that the other party had come up with some idea to tease him, and he was really panicked For a while, so as soon as class was over, he fled back to his residence as quickly as possible. It turned out that he was not trying to play tricks on him!

After hearing this, the lady really laughed too. His laughter was pleasant, like a happy bird.The next moment, Tengfeng was pulled into his arms by him, and he and Nan Wang were brought together, and while stroking their heads, he said, "Master, I want you to play with him, Tengfeng, would you like to?"

Of course, Tengfeng nodded hurriedly, so Madam said to Nanwang again: "From now on, he will be with you, and he is not allowed to be called ugly anymore, do you understand?"

Naturally, Nan Wang also nodded, and the two children faced each other and laughed.Afterwards, Nan Wang specially took out the pastries brought from Hanyi to share with Fujifeng. Fujifeng had never eaten such delicious pastries, and suddenly felt that Nan Wang's round face was not so hateful anymore. In fact, it is also good.