Anleju - Only You Can Live Up to You

"Master, Aunt Du is in the side hall

waiting for you. " Yin Mo waited on Zhuo An after getting up and washing up.

"Understood, you prepare my lake-colored cloak," Zhuo An turned his head and said.

"Are you going to Mr. Zheng's banquet?"

Zhuo An nodded, "I just sent them some notes."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the side hall to greet Aunt Du.

Aunt Du waved her hand, beckoning him to sit down and have breakfast.

"Why are you wearing so thin today?" She squeezed Zhuo An's arm.

"Mother," Zhuo An said helplessly, since she fell into the water one after another eight years ago, she was always worried about his typhoid fever.

"It's always right to wear more." She put a crystal steamed bun in his plate, "Accompany me to Rong'an Temple to offer incense sticks, and tomorrow the Buddhist temple will open the incense hall, so we will grab the first incense sticks!"

Zhuo An raised his head, "I'm going to Wenyuan Building today."

"Whose banquet is it?"

"It's the sons of the Zheng family who are studying in Moji Pavilion, and they need some books for me to send."

Aunt Du sneered, "Study is not something that Zheng Shangshu kicked out of the house for them to reflect on."

Zhuo An didn't care, he swallowed a mouthful of porridge, "But I'm going to teach them after the spring, so doing something now will save you trouble."

"Come on, for some reason, the emperor wants you to go out and teach those stubborn dandies, you can remember it for me, you can't be confused by them, you know?"

Zhuo An sighed again, "I am their teacher after all, and this position is the grace I begged from the emperor."

"It's true, you are at least a servant after joining the household department. What's wrong with inheriting your father's career?"

"I still hope to be able to settle down a bit. Besides, I'm not suitable for the court. At least the emperor doesn't want me to inherit my father's career."

After all, he is a concubine, not to mention that his son Zhuo Ningchen has a bright future. No one in the capital does not know Zhuo Ningchen's literary talent. He even offered the emperor a plan to deal with disasters. Although he failed to implement it, he also caught the emperor's favor.

"Hmph, it's just a white-eyed wolf," Aunt Du said angrily.

Since Zhuo Ningchen woke up from dehydration eight years ago, his attitude towards Zhuo An has become more and more unfamiliar, and he has gradually distanced himself from Zhuo An. Now you live your life and I live mine. Zhuo An is very satisfied with this.

Zhuo An didn't want to get entangled in this topic anymore, he put down his chopsticks and took Yin Mo's cloth towel, "Mother, let's go to Rong'an Temple first, I'll come with you in the afternoon, it's only a matter of a few hours."

Aunt Du also had no choice but to nod her head, "If those dandies bully you, don't take it seriously and bully you back, your father will support you!"

Zhuo An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, what are you talking about, we are master-student relationship, not enemies, okay?"

Aunt Du turned her head, "A half-grown child, of course he went home and cried when he was bullied."

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Wenyuan Building, Moji Pavilion

The brothers of the Zheng family were scribbling and drawing on a stack of rice paper, with two Analects of Confucius thrown at their feet.The class leader of Moji Pavilion is looking at the two masters with trepidation, for fear that they will divert their interest and start with the books here.

The seven class leaders of Moji Pavilion complained endlessly, why didn't Zheng Shangshu discipline the children in his own home, is it really good to let him out like this to harm others?

In fact, our Minister of the Ministry of War, Mr. Zheng, also looked helpless. Years ago, two sons tricked Hanlin bachelors and were persuaded to dismiss by the Hanlin Academy. After the emperor found out, he punished him and asked his son to reflect on it. As a result, his son’s Taoist family has no culture. It is not suitable for reading, so he drove them to the "cultural atmosphere" Moji Pavilion in a fit of anger, to reflect on them.

He is really envious of the Shangshu family of the household department. He thinks that he is about the same level of education as Zhuo Ji. How come the sons he gave birth to are so different. One is favored by the emperor, and the other is Tanhualang, his son's teacher! Think about it Forget it, just ask Tanhua Lang to take a good look at his son. By the way, who does this son look like...

Outside Wenyuan Building, Zhuo An got off the carriage, he squeezed the book, his future will start here.

On the official road not far away, Su Wei waved his leather whip, and the black cloak was folded up. His long black hair was flying, and his handsome face was serious. The black horse drove past quickly, heading towards the capital, and brought back a important news.

The author has something to say:

Author: Look, the two protagonists have appeared!

Su Wei: Would you like to tell me?

Zhuo An: I thought I could take another whole chapter 23333

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