beggar prince

Lin Heng wore a bun and put on the silk embroidered robe newly given by Zhao Yuanjian.He looked in the bronze mirror, looked at himself with one eye exposed, and felt that he was quite suave.

Lin Heng followed Zhao Yuanjian to Hanmei Study to study.They went out, walked up the bluestone path, entered a long corridor, walked for a cup of tea, and came to a small building with high cornices.

They walked through the door of the building and came to a spacious study.There are one hundred study rooms in the academy with different names. This library is called Hanmei Study Room.

Hanmei's study has a faint scent of books. There is a large window of bamboo and wood in the study, with green bamboo and wood curtains hanging, and wind chimes hanging on the curtains.

The style of the study is elegant, and the floor is covered with bamboo flooring, which is delicate and elegant.The walls are plastered with white mud on all sides, and landscape calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls.There is a portrait of Confucius hanging in front of it, and a long book table in the middle, with four books and five classics on paper, an inkstone, Shuxuan, and a black ruler.

In the middle of the study are students' desks and wooden chairs.

Lin Heng saw the students sitting in front of the desks reading the Book of Songs, and some book boys were also serving on the side, reading poems together.

There is a master in the house, dressed in blue and gray, elegant and handsome.He is about twenty years old, sitting in front of the desk with long books.

Lin Heng took a closer look, and found that the master was actually a man who went to visit General Zhao.

Zhao Yuanjian took Lin Heng to bow to Master Xu, and Master Xu nodded in return.

Lin Heng rolled his eyes, and he smiled at Master Xu.

Lin Heng: "Do you remember me? I am Heng Er."

Master Xu looked at the white cloth on his face, and he remembered that the child had come.

Lin Heng said happily: "We are all acquaintances, Master, don't be too strict with the villain!"

Zhao Yuanjian became annoyed when he heard this, and he said: "I'm sorry, Master, this boy is still young and doesn't know the rules, so the student will teach him slowly."

Zhao Yuanjian twisted Lin Heng's ears, and dragged Lin Heng to the desk. Lin Heng tilted his head and laughed silly.

Zhao Yuanjian walked to the desk and let go of his hand.Lin Heng stepped on the chair with one foot, jumped up and sat on the wooden chair.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Yuanjian twisted his ears again.

Lin Heng smirked at him.

The Master reprimanded loudly: "There are no rules!"

Zhao Yuanjian said angrily: "Speak respect to your master. When sitting on a chair, don't jump on the chair. Oh, I'm so mad!"

Lin Heng pouted at Zhao Yuanjian in dissatisfaction, and Zhao Yuanjian punched him hard.

The master stood up and nodded to the students, and the students also stood up and bowed to the master.

The students sat down, no one spoke, and the hall was quiet.

The Master began to explain the Book of Songs.

The master talks about the gangster in the Book of Songs: "Chi Chi, the gangster, hugs Bumaosi..."

After the master finished reading, let all the students read with him.Lin Heng doesn't understand the rhyme of ancient poetry, he thinks the tone is like a donkey.

The master asked Lin Heng to say what the theme of the poem means.

Lin Heng stood up and said embarrassingly, "How does the villain know what the bird means? The villain can't understand this ghostly talisman poem."

The master said angrily: "Don't swear!"

Zhao Yuanjian laughed out loud, and the students behind him also laughed.

Seeing Zhao Yuanjian's confident expression, Lin Heng thought he was worthy of being the young master, who could understand both tadpole prose and ghost-like poems.

The master asked all the students to recite poems, but Lin Heng didn't know many characters, so he asked Zhao Yuanjian for advice.

Zhao Yuanjian corrected his pronunciation. It was not until noon that Lin Heng managed to recite a line of poetry.

Lin Heng regretted coming to this ghost study, and he thought it would be better to learn martial arts, as the literary poems were too disturbing.

At noon, students cannot go back to the dormitory, but have lunch in the study.

Lin Heng gobbled it up and ate three bowls of vegetarian chicken noodles in a row. He wanted to make up for the depression this morning.

Zhao Yuanjian said, "You are so stupid."

Lin Heng sighed: "Master, the small one is not that material."

Zhao Yuanjian gave him a piece of braised fish: "I can teach you."

"The younger ones don't study anymore, the younger ones are going to take the martial arts exam."

Zhao Yuanjian slapped the bamboo chopsticks.He said: "If you don't study, go back and beg for food!"

Lin Heng hurriedly said, "Please tell me, Master, what does this poem mean."

Zhao Yuanjian explained the meaning of the poem to him.

Lin Heng understood the outline of the article, and memorized it much more smoothly.But the memorization was stuttering, there were many typos, and only two lines of poems were memorized.

In the afternoon, Mr. Xu questioned Lin Heng, and Lin Heng recited the words so that the words did not match the words.

The master looked at him sternly: "Forget it this time, it's your first time reciting poems, and I won't beat you."

Lin Heng sat down wiping his sweat, thinking that reading is not fun at all.

Lin Heng looked at his master in confusion, his pupils were black and bright, his rosy lips were slightly parted, and his profile was extremely beautiful.Zhao Yuanjian couldn't help pinching his face, Lin Heng turned to look at Zhao Yuanjian, his eyes were as bright as a galaxy.

Zhao Yuanjian's stomach tightened when he saw it, and it became hard.

After school, return to the guest house.Standing in front of the tea set, Lin Heng brewed a celadon pot of peony and green bamboo shoot tea for Zhao Yuanjian.

Zhao Yuanjian sat in front of the desk and slowly took a tea cover to sweep the tea in the tea bowl, taking a sip.

Lin Heng walked to the Crane Incense Stove, lifted the lid, lit the red sandalwood incense, and the smoke curled up inside the room.

Lin Heng held Zhao Yuanjian's elegant robe and obscene clothes in his arms, and wanted to go to the laundromat to do laundry.

Zhao Yuanjian told Lin Heng to sit down and read the Book of Poetry. Lin Heng put his clothes in the tub and sat down to read. He felt uncomfortable and restless.

Lin Heng felt a little hot, so he unbuttoned his robe to reveal his belly.He felt itchy again, so he put one foot on the wooden chair and scratched the back of his foot.

He felt hungry again, so he grabbed a fresh peach and ate it.He finished eating and wanted to practice light kung fu.As soon as he got into the posture, Zhao Yuanjian twisted his ears and pulled him onto the wooden chair.

Lin Heng hissed in pain.

Lin Heng reluctantly picked up the Book of Songs and read it blankly for a long time, not knowing what he was reading.

Lin Heng felt tired, so he threw down the Book of Songs and prepared to take a stroll in the yard.

Zhao Yuanjian spread out a sheet of familiar Xuan, pressed Zhenbao on it, and used deer hair to write down the characters in the poem Lin Heng didn't know.

Zhao Yuanjian handed the brush to Lin Heng and asked him to write. Lin Heng's writing was twisted and crooked.

Lin Heng began to draw while writing, smiling while painting, showing two snow-white canine teeth, shaking Zhao Yuanjian's mind.

Zhao Yuanjian suppressed his restless mood, stepped forward to hold Lin Heng's hand, endured the sour smell from Lin Heng's head, and taught him basic strokes.

After a single incense stick, Lin Heng finally wrote down these words.

Zhao Yuanjian stood up, his arms and back were sore.

Lin Heng thought to himself, this lazy young master is also cute, and he treats me really well.

Lin Heng smiled and said, "I will help you pinch your shoulders later."

Zhao Yuanjian said with satisfaction: "Well, I know I feel sorry for the young master. But you have to pay attention to cleanliness, you have fallen back recently, and the smell of socks and hair is extremely unpleasant."

Lin Heng scratched his itchy scalp embarrassingly, thinking: I will wash it when I wake up tomorrow morning, and I will wash it every day from now on.

Lin Heng: "I want to sleep."

Zhao Yuanjian didn't let Lin Heng go, let him continue writing.

He found a copybook, and started to teach Lin Heng from the posture of holding the pen and basic strokes.

"Sit upright, keep your back straight, and place your arms naturally on the desk. Lift your arms up, hang your wrists in the air, and hold the pen with five fingers."

"Basic horizontal strokes, horizontal strokes should be heavy, light and heavy, and return to the front. Vertical, vertical strokes should be straight and straight."

Lin Heng propped his head on his hands and dozed off. When Zhao Yuanjian saw it, he tapped on the desk with a brush.

Lin Heng was startled awake, and couldn't take it any longer, so he ran away.

As soon as he ran to the door, Zhao Yuanjian flew out a soft whip from his sleeve. The whip wrapped Lin Heng twice and tied him to the desk.

Zhao Yuanjian picked him up and pressed him on the desk.

"I don't want the monthly money, please don't let me learn!"

"If you don't want to learn, you have to learn. Which bookboy is illiterate and can't write articles. If you can't learn articles, what use is there for you, and tomorrow I will send you back to the beggar gang."

Lin Heng couldn't resist, so he pouted reluctantly and leaned over the desk to write.

Lin Heng is clever, he only copied the basic strokes, and his handwriting is better than the ghost-painted talisman just now.

Seeing how clumsy he was, Zhao Yuanjian took Lin Heng's hand, put his head to his head, and taught him how to write several times.

He said: "You feel the strength and posture of my pen."

"Young master, your hands are quite delicate, please let me go."

"If you can't write well tonight, don't sleep!"

Lin Heng carefully felt the strength of Zhao Yuanjian's hand.

When writing horizontally, first pause the hand, increase the strength of the hand, then lightly pause, and finally close the gesture.

Zhao Yuanjian stuck behind Lin Heng's back, Lin Heng's back and hands were itchy, he blushed, and pushed Zhao Yuanjian away with all his strength.

Zhao Yuanjian smiled and said, "Why are you ashamed, I'm your young master, your man!"

Lin Heng said angrily, "Stay away from me, you bastard!"

Mid-hour passed, the other windows were dark, and the candles were extinguished.

Zhao Yuanjian rubbed his sore shoulder, picked up the tea bowl and took a few sips."Writing this tonight, I'm tired," he said.

Lin Heng smiled and came over to beat his back and squeeze his shoulders.

He thought about the idioms he had learned to praise others: "You are the best young master in the world, you are generous, fat, outstanding, suave, handsome, and considerate, you really can't be found with a lantern. I remember your goodness in my small heart, and I will be your most sincere dog leg from now on, but can you let me go and stop me from studying and writing for so long, it is really too painful. "

Zhao Yuanjian just took a sip of tea and spit it out.

On the second day, Hanmei Pavilion.Xu Fuzi wanted people to explain the meaning of this poem."Who wants to answer?" he asked.

Without even thinking about it, Lin Heng stood up.

Master Xu asked, "What is written in this poem?"

Lin Heng said loudly: "A dog thief, married his wife, bullied his own wife, and was finally dumped by her!"

The young masters burst into laughter after hearing this.Zhao Yuanjian also couldn't breathe from laughing.

Master Xu said: "It's okay to say it, but it's too unrefined and vulgar."

The master asked Lin Heng to sit down.

Zhao Yuanjian put his arms around his shoulders, and he said, "It's too embarrassing, you've completely embarrassed me, hahaha."

Lin Heng lost his mind when he listened. He looked at the magpies flying past the wooden window. He was very envious of the magpies flying freely. He didn't want to learn this Laoshizi poem.

During the lunch break, the students went out to rest in the garden, where they played the elegant game of passing arrows from a vase.

And Lin Heng climbed up and down in the garden, jumping and shouting:

"Master, I caught a mouse, I'll roast it for you to eat."

The young masters in the academy chattered about Lin Heng.

"Did he really eat rats? I feel sick."

"Have you two had sex before? Can you kiss the mouth that has eaten mice?"

Zhang Yuhai laughed loudly: "Brother Zhao, it's too embarrassing, everyone is laughing at you."

Zhao Yuanjian couldn't take it anymore, flew up the tree and caught Lin Heng who was climbing the tree.

After returning to the guest house after school, Zhao Yuanjian scolded him angrily: "Things that can't be supported by the mud will embarrass my young master. Other people's book boys are gentle and gentle, but you shouted for me to eat roast mice, you Let others see me."

Lin Heng knew that he had humiliated the young master today, so he got carried away with it on a whim.

He thought that those young masters were all dog-like, and dogs looked down on people. Seeing that the young master accepted himself who had eaten mice, they would definitely look down on the young master.

He lowered his head: "I'm sorry, young master, I won't do it in the future."

"Forget it, let's write. Oh, I'm so mad at you."

Zhao Yuanjian pulled him over, made him sit on a chair, held his hand, and taught him to write.

Lin Heng's heart warmed, and he thought: Even though I am so ineffective, the young master has not given up on me.

After writing, Lin Heng was sleepy and fell asleep on the table. Zhao Yuanjian touched Lin Heng's face, and he felt as if he was touching soft jade.