I took the imperial examination in the red building

The next day, even though he didn't really want to go to class, Lin Huan still obediently went.

Wang Juren first randomly checked Lin Huan's recitation last night, and seeing that he recited it fairly fluently, he nodded involuntarily.

Then let him read it ten times, and continue to recite the next twenty sentences.

And he himself sat in his seat and continued to read his "The Analects of Confucius".

Lin Huan was about to put on a mask of pain.

While reading, he couldn't help looking out the window.

The weather was just right today, the sun was falling on the window, and a butterfly stopped in his line of sight between the light and the shade.

The butterflies were colorful and tremblingly stopped by the window, Lin Huan was immediately attracted to the attention.

He is young and easily curious. Once his attention is attracted, it is difficult to sit still, and he finds it more difficult to read.

Normally, Lin Huan rarely listened to what the people in the cube were saying, because he couldn't understand some words at all, but now, during the difficult reading time, he inevitably lost his mind for a while.

As a result, the originally fluent reading voice became stuttered, often after reading the previous sentence, it took two seconds for Lin Huan, who was distracted, to pick up the next sentence.

However, Wang Juren was probably also distracted, he didn't notice this, but stared blankly at the book in his hand, thinking about something.

When it was time to leave school, he even hurriedly told Lin Huan to endorse the book, and then left with the bookcase on his back.

Lin Huan had no time to catch up with him.

I could only go back to the backyard listlessly.

Qin Wan was sorting out the account books, seeing him coming back weakly, she couldn't help asking a few questions.

Everyone in the square was urging him to tell his mother about Lin Juren.

[The pigs have run away: You are not good as a teacher, so you have to ask your mother to change it for you. 】

[Sweetheart: This teacher is really bad, not at all as good as the ancient literature research teacher. 】

Lin Huan hesitated again and again, feeling that Fang Cui was right.

So she buried her head in Qin Wan's arms: "Mother, I don't want to study anymore."

Qin Wan didn't lose her temper, but put her arms around him gently and asked, "Why? Didn't we, Huanbao, like reading very much before?"

Lin Huan pouted and felt aggrieved: "I'm so tired from studying, I don't even have time to play."

After Wang Juren's class, he had to listen to the lectures given by the little monsters, and he had to memorize the books after the lectures, so he basically had no time to play after the memorization.

He was supposed to talk about Wang Juren, but he didn't know what the problem was at all, and naturally he couldn't tell what was wrong with Wang Juren's teaching method, but he instinctively felt that reading was tiring.

He didn't know that this kind of cramming teaching was problematic, he only knew that he was reading every day, from morning to night.

He didn't know that Wang Juren didn't teach him anything at all, and all the knowledge he acquired was taught to him by the people in the cube.

I don't know the cause of the disease, and I can't talk about it. I can only describe my feelings in the most straightforward way.

But he didn't say anything, and Qin Wan didn't know if there was any other reason, so she could only comfort him: "Study is very tiring, and your father was also very tired when he was studying. He had to read a lot of books and write a lot of words every day. That's normal."

Lin Huan was about to burst into tears, but after hearing this, he held back his tears and raised his head and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah." Qin Wan told about his father's study, "Back then, your father and I were just married, so I was thin-skinned, so I was embarrassed to talk to him, and your father was too busy preparing for the imperial examination, so he couldn't keep up with the meals. "

Lin Fengqi stayed in the front yard to study and didn't eat, Qin Wan seemed very anxious and didn't dare to call him, after half an afternoon he didn't come back, so she quietly went to the door of the study to have a look.

The snacks on the table had been eaten long ago, Lin Fengqi was writing furiously, Qin Wan thought he wasn't hungry, but saw him pouring two cups of tea into his stomach - the feeling is that he filled his stomach with water as food .

Qin Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurried in to ask him to eat.

As a result, Lin Fengqi drank too much water, his stomach was very distended, and he couldn't stop crying. The scene was really funny. In the end, the two newlyweds didn't have any estrangement, and it was a blessing in disguise.

Speaking of this now, Qin Wan still had a smile on her face.

Lin Huan also listened with gusto.

His father has been an official for a long time now, and he is getting more and more serious. It is rare for him to be so young.

Listen, listen, he forgot to talk about reading again.

Fortunately, Qin Wan promised him that she would take him out to play in two days.

When I went back to the Calabash Temple, the place was a little cramped, not to mention that Qin Wan still wanted to go to Hanshan Temple to fix a lamp.

Because of this carrot hanging in front of his eyes, Lin Huan also held back the boring study.

The main reason is that Wang Juren has been distracted frequently in class recently, and has not paid attention to Lin Huan at all.

Lin Huan knew that Hanshan Temple was outside Gusu City.

Fang Fang has been chanting for two days about "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship".

Lin Huan hadn't studied poetry yet, and didn't know who Zhang Ji was, but he was also attracted by the artistic conception of this poem.

He even wanted to persuade Qin Wan to go to the temple by boat at night.

However, he was brutally rejected.

The monks in the temple are very busy as the Dharma meeting is approaching. Every day, dozens of monks sit in the main hall and meditate.

The famous song "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" is also engraved on the wall of the temple.

The former Hanshan Temple probably didn’t have a name, but this poem is so famous that people who haven’t read any books will read the sentence “The bell at midnight to the passenger ship” sadly, so living in this place can be called There was a lot of people.

Although in Lin Huan's eyes it was no different from the Calabash Temple, it was just bigger and more crowded.

But Cube is excited?

They didn't have Hanshan Temple. They heard that there were places of interest in Lin Huan's live broadcast room, and they spread it to ten, and then a hundred, a group of people squeezed in to watch, and the gifts increased rapidly.

They were all directing Lin Huan to wander around and look at the scenery.

Lin Huan was delighted to see those shiny special effects, and started to stroll with a few servants.

Because the people in the square were in command, Lin Huan also wandered around, and soon left the main force, and went to a slightly remote courtyard.

There was no one in this place, Lin Huan smelled a faint smell of blood with his nose pointed.

He was timid and bold, and didn't think about anything else, so he grabbed a young monk by the side of the road and asked why there was a bloody smell.

It was he who asked, and the people in the square felt that something was wrong.

[Panda Head: Wait, isn't Huan Bao so courageous that he dares to ask when he smells blood?Don't you just run away? 】

[Sweetheart: Why doesn't the Daily Resentment and Huanbao open the no-feeling sharing, I can't smell the smell of food, and now I can't smell the smell of blood. 】

[Preoccupied: The moon is dark and the wind is high at night... Huanbao, be careful what illegal activities are here, you have broken through it, run away. 】

Lin Huan was taken aback by what they said. Stories about how a martial arts assassin assassinated a high-ranking official, but he was injured by guards all came out of the novel.

Lin Huan was speechless: "Now the biggest official in Gusu City is my father, okay, what are you talking about?"

Everyone in the cube choked.

And the little novice quickly cleared up the confusion: "A few days ago, a mother and son went back to their hometown to visit relatives, but for some reason, they were beaten by someone in Jinling, and they are staying in the house to recuperate."

[Preoccupied: ...I think too much. 】

Never read those weird novels again!

When Lin Huan asked outside, the door opened inside, and a thin-looking woman stood at the door and asked, "Who's there?"

The door was wide open, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was just a little boy with chubby hair, and asked, "Why did you wander here? Where's your lord?"

Lin Huan glanced at her curiously, and asked, "You don't look injured? Why does it smell like blood?"

After hearing this, the woman burst into tears: "It's not that I was hurt, it was my son who had his head broken."

Seeing that the adults of Lin Huan's family hadn't come to look for him after talking for a while, she simply took him in to have tea for a while, and then asked the servants brought by Lin Huan to tell his family one by one.

When Lin Huan entered, the smell of blood became stronger.

He glanced at the bed over there, and saw a boy who was older than him lying on the bed, with a white cloth strip tied on his forehead, and dark red blood oozing from the cloth strip.

It was the first time Lin Huan saw so much blood from a person, and he was startled.

After pouring the tea, the woman saw Lin Huan beside the bed, and was startled: "How can you stand there? Be careful not to bump into you!"

Lin Huan touched himself and asked, "He's seriously injured, why didn't he go see a doctor?"

The woman handed him the water glass, and her face darkened: "We came out to visit relatives, and the family didn't pay much attention to it, so we didn't send many people. Who knew that when we arrived at the border of Jinling, there would be that domineering man who saw our orphans and widows. I hit someone with my hands, and this kid in my family lost his temper again, and after pushing and shoving, he kowtowed to the head."

Since Chen's family didn't have much money, those dudes deliberately asked the pharmacy not to give her medicine, and would have to pay a high price for it, but after using two patches of medicine, all the money on her body was thrown away.

I can't even ask someone to write a letter to my home, so I can only borrow and live in the temple.

Lin Huan felt sorry for her.

Thinking about it, if he was beaten by others, his mother would not be able to take him to see a doctor, and still live in such a simple place, Lin Huan would feel sad.

So he patted his small chest: "Don't worry, my father is the county magistrate, and he will definitely not let anyone bully you for nothing. In this way, I will ask my mother and ask her to send a letter to your house and ask someone to come Pick you up."

Just as he was talking, Qin Wan came in.

She glanced at Lin Huan first: "Tell Yinglian to be careful not to run around during the day, and forget about it when it's her turn!"

Fortunately, he took the people with him, so she didn't worry too much.

Everyone in the square was shocked.

[Sweetheart:? ? ? ? ? ?who? ? ? 】

[Cabbage tofu brain:? ? ?Yinglian? ?Did I get it wrong? 】

[Research on Ancient Literature: Damn, Zhen Yinglian? ? 】

It frightened the usually gentle ancient literature research into swearing.

Qin Wan, who had no idea that she had thrown a big thunder, looked at the woman again: "Who is this?"

The woman had already seen that she was wearing top-quality clothes, so she got up and blessed: "This is the wife of the county magistrate, right? My husband's family is from the Rongguo Mansion in the capital."

???

Lin Huan was shocked.

He knows Rongguo Mansion!

Cube was still talking yesterday!Jia Baoyu is the treasure of the Rongguo Mansion!

So he is "Dream of Red Mansions"? ?