Fuzhou gossip gl

It is said that the group from Fuzhou returned to Beijing in the middle of the month.The two of Fang and Guan had just returned to the mansion, and before they had rested, Qingping had to send a letter.Guan Yukuo took the letter and saw that it was tightly folded and airtight, but he couldn't see why, so he asked Qingping where the letter came from.Qingping only said that it was written by Wang Da, and she said she would hand it over to his wife, but she didn't know why.Guan Yukuo opened the letter, but he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this big Wang's gourd:

Teacher Guan Daoxi: The teacher has been away from Beijing for a long time, and the student Wang Da misses him very much.I often hold the scroll in my arms, and it seems that there is a teacher by my side in the dark, and the words are still in my ears.Every now and then, I feel heartbroken when I have a sentence that is difficult to break, and a text that is difficult to understand. I read my teacher's teachings and hate my lack of talent.I once made an appointment with my teacher to raise four chickens, so I read four pages from the back.However, students are dull. If they don't know well, they can't understand it, and if they don't understand it, they can't remember it.I wanted to ask, but looking around the mansion, there was no one to ask.So I eagerly waited for the news of my teacher every day, looking through the red gate, only looking forward to the spring breeze, but there was no news from my teacher.The teacher once taught Yu, a gentleman once said, a horse is hard to chase, I would like to keep my word and be a gentleman, but I am not good at learning, in order to keep the promise of the day, I am sure to kill the chicken to my mother, the chicken is delicious at night, the soup is sweet, I hope Share with teacher.Now that the teacher is back, the book is not enough. I have everything ready and wait for the teacher.Student Wang Da respectfully reports.

Fang Zhiyuan just put down the luggage in his hand, looked up and saw the heavy face of the people around him, and the letter in his hand seemed to be heavy, so he asked, "What did you write?"

Guan Yukuo handed the letter to Fang Zhiyuan, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the small window, speechless.Fang Zhiyuan took the letter, but before he could read it, he clicked his tongue: "You have bad words."

After Fang Zhiyuan finished reading, he looked up at Guan Yuzhen, but he was speechless.Guan Yukuo gave him a wry smile and said, "This child is not easy to teach. If you fail to teach well, don't blame me."

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Fangfu.It should have been an ordinary afternoon.

Guan Yuzheng was writing by the window, and Fang Zhiyuan was drafting a memorial beside the desk.The sound of "the ink is exhausted" attracted Guan Yuzheng to look at him with his pen, and said with a smile: "You are not exhausted of ink, the ink sticks are like this, what else is there to sharpen?" After speaking, he picked up the brush beside his desk That one, picked up his inkstone and prepared to sharpen ink for him, Fang Zhiyuan took a look, but he didn't know where it touched his strings, threw the pen in hand, and hurriedly reached out to block the gap between the inkstone and the inkstone. between.Guan Yufu had never seen this play before, and immediately let go, not knowing what happened just now, only that the back of the man's hand was blackened by ink.She just picked up the veil and wanted to wipe it off for him, but Fang Zhiyuan stopped her, only to hear him say: "No, this veil won't be easy to wash later."

Guan Yukuo frowned, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and doubts arose in his heart, so he asked, "What happened to you just now? You must rub your hand against the ink stick."

"Is it a kind of ink stick?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Yuzheng snorted softly, and said, "They are all ink sticks from your house, do you think they are the same kind?" Although Guan Yuzheng was unhappy on the surface, he felt that this Comparing people is really very funny. Sometimes you think other people's calligraphy is ugly, and sometimes you think the ink blocks are not the same kind. It is really all kinds of attention.Not to mention these, just looking at his study room, the place after use is exactly the same as before use, as if it has never been used or moved, and there are rules such as how to put books and how to put rice paper. If you really want to study it carefully, you might be able to tell your age.

Seeing her answer like this, Fang Zhiyuan smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you angry? Didn't I just ask one more question?"

"No more." After speaking, he gave another look to signal him to write his own, and just leave the ink to himself.

Fang Zhiyuan was writing, and suddenly said: "It should also be handed over to you to grind, didn't you used to grind ink for your father?"

outside.A few little maids were eavesdropping outside, Qingping said: "Look, I just said, the relationship between Mrs. and Mrs. is very good."

Guan Xiaoqiu waved her hand and said, "It used to be crowded into one room, but now it's all crowded together on one table." Turning around, she glanced at Fuzhu, pointed at her and asked, "Fuzhu, come here. Tell me, what happened when you went to Fuzhou?"

Fuzhu thought of what his wife said to him in Fuzhou, quickly shook his head and replied: "I don't know anything."

To say he knew, he just knew that the two had quarreled.Could it be that there is a reason for the relationship to improve after a quarrel?

Yanxia said: "My lord never let anyone grind ink for him before, he always said he would do it himself."

Qingping said, "The other is Madam."

Fuzhu and Xiaoqiu responded, "Yes, yes, it's Madam."

Yanxia patted the three of them one by one, and said: "Don't look at it. Isn't it a joke for others to see it?"Turning around, he glanced at Wang Da in the yard.

I saw Wang Da sitting on the new small stool he made yesterday, holding a sharpener in one hand and a long piece of wood in the other, as if he wanted to add something to himself.But it's just a show, since at some point, Wang Da couldn't take his eyes off the chattering elder sisters in front of him, frowning and full of contempt.The three of them were seen so thoroughly by the juniors that their skins became three points thinner.Just when she was about to leave, fortunately Guan Xiaoqiu was clever and slapped Yanxia on the back, saying, "Sister Yanxia, ​​what are you talking about, aren't you watching too!"

Several maidservants giggled and laughed together, and went back to the west chamber.

Besides, at the other end of the study room, Guan Yuzheng was a little taken aback when he heard Fang Zhiyuan's question, and didn't know why he asked such a question.People tell too many lies, and sometimes they forget it. She suddenly remembered that two years ago, Zhiyuan asked herself what kind of job she was doing in the Guan Mansion. After examining her own words, she naturally answered a job related to the study—that is, This is rubbish.I don't want this person to still remember those words two years ago, and I almost forgot what lies I told back then. Thinking that these were lies back then, Guan Yuzhen couldn't help laughing, and felt that there was nothing to deceive him today. Then he said, "Actually, I never polished ink for my father."

"You..." Fang Zhiyuan stopped his hands, and there was a bit of grievance in his eyes.I just heard him say, "You lied to me again."

Guan Yukuo smiled and replied, "It was all a one-time deception, how can it be called another?"

"Where is it once? You lied to me on the first day, on the second day, and on the third day. Why can't you call me again?"

"You are unreasonable. You can say whatever you want, and I won't argue with you."

Seeing that she compromised, Fang Zhiyuan thought it was very interesting, so he continued to joke: "Then who in your family will grind the ink for Master Guan?"

"My mother."

She didn't stop her hands when she spoke, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, she was still rubbing the ink.Fang Zhiyuan's gaze never moved away from just now, and he never felt uncomfortable, he just said it was an ordinary joke, but somehow his mind suddenly went blank, and he lost the peace he had just now. He wanted to look away, but he moved again I can't open it, I want to talk, but I don't know how to answer it.

After a long time, I answered "Oh" and started writing again.