Lang Jun is coming

After returning to the mansion and taking off the long gown outside, Song Yiqing was still thinking about the words Pei Lian asked him when they parted.

"What do you think of "Taiping Tu"?"

"Taiping Tu" was painted by Taizong painters in three years.Using precious materials such as shells, pearls, gold powder, and ink stones as raw materials, the painting is exactly the magnificent scenery of Daheng in its heyday, and the red sun dotted with pigeon blood is the finishing touch.

Different from other paintings, "Taiping Tu" is painted on a screen made of yarn, so the difficulty can be imagined.Now that picture is still placed in the Yanhe Hall in Miyagi, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure.

Song Yiqing tilted his head and thought about his answer at that time, as if he praised everything from the writing to the materials?

Of course, the "Taiping Tu" is only a copy of the Yanhe Palace. Except for the officials and court ministers, what the world sees is only the copying of the later court painters, but only the copying can get a glimpse of the original work.

The reason why Yizixuan is famous is that it has inherited the favor of "Taiping Tu".It's because all the inkstones used by the painter were offered by Yizixuan. After the publication of "Picture of Peace", even Yizixuan's status has risen.

"Have you picked someone you like, Mr. Lang?"

The shopkeeper secretly wiped off his sweat, hoping that the ancestor in the store would leave quickly.

Just because of his "Yizixuan" name, how could previous customers dare to question the quality of their items?But this one doesn't.Not to mention the extravagant one-hundred-two silver bill, he was even more picky about Moshi. The shopkeeper in the shop couldn't entertain him, so he called him out.

Pei Lian looked at the ink stones in front of him again and again, or rubbed his fingertips to see if the color was correct, and even the slightest blemishes could not escape such carefulness.

"That's it."

He signaled the shopkeeper to wrap up the rightmost piece, and before the shopkeeper could breathe a sigh of relief, he asked about the paper again.

After tossing and tossing for half an hour, the shopkeeper finally sent people out of the shop.The sweat on his palms soaked the hundred taels of silver bills, he took a deep breath and said to himself.

"This master's silver taels are really hard to earn."

Pei Lian went back to the study with the ink stone and high-quality paper and told the servants, "Go and get that sapphire inkstone."

The servant was taken aback, and it took a while to realize that it was the one rewarded by the official.

In the fifth year of Jianyuan, when Pei Lian became a Jinshi, he heard that the gift from the official family at the wedding banquet was the Fang Shi inkstone.Officials love talents, and the rewards are naturally high-quality.

The inkstone was cold to the touch, and the breath turned into fog. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was a rare treasure.Even Pei Lian's own father couldn't try the texture, the inkstone has been locked in the cabinet and never taken out.

The servant was puzzled, not knowing why Mr. Lang thought of using this inkstone in such a good manner, but he still took it as he did.

When it was almost dawn, the old housekeeper of the Chen residence got up and watched the servants work.He opened the door of the main hall, and amidst the "squeak" of the door hinges, a figure sat down on a wooden chair facing the door, his clothes not at all messed up.

"oops!"

The old butler didn't expect that there was someone else, so he suddenly screamed in fright, and it was even more terrible to take a closer look.

The yellow wax on the table has been burned out, and the wax oil is crumpled up along the candlestick, revealing the copper needles used to fix the candles inside.

Clutching his throbbing heart, the old housekeeper said in surprise and distress: "Lang Jun's body can't withstand such a toss."

Chen Juncong raised his head. He had been sitting all night without feeling anything. Now that he regained consciousness, he realized that his neck was stiff, sore and sore, as if it had been broken in the middle, and his legs were numb and numb.

"Is Brother Ning awake?"

With just a few words, his voice was dry and hoarse.His eyes were flushed red.

The old butler came from the Chen family in Shunchang Mansion, so it can be said that he watched Chen Juncong grow up.At this moment, it was too late to feel distressed, and when Chen Juncong asked about other people's situation first, his throat choked again, and he resisted the trembling before replying: "Brother was tired from playing yesterday, and now he is fast asleep."

Chen Junming returned to Shunchang Mansion on the second day after the ranking was released. Maybe Ning Geer is sensible, or maybe the capital is too attractive to children. In short, Ning Geer has no intention of crying to find his father.

Chen Juncong nodded, "Today, I will put a shorter table in my study and prepare some books like the Three Character Classic. Brother Ning is still young, so he has to lay a solid foundation."

"Lang Jun also has to think about himself." The old housekeeper couldn't help but sighed: "If you don't dislike Uncle Chen, you can tell me what's not going your way. If you keep holding it in your heart, you will eventually hurt your body."

On weekdays, Uncle Chen is a person who talks less and does more, guarding his duties as a domestic servant, never interfering with the master's private affairs like this.

Unexpectedly, he would say that, Chen Juncong felt warm in his heart while being dazed.He handed over the letter he just sealed last night, "Uncle Chen, find someone to deliver this letter to the Chen family."

Uncle Chen accepted the letter and accepted it without even thinking about it.Usually, some would send a safe letter back to Chen's house. He stuffed the envelope into his collar and waited to post it later.

Chen Juncong sat all night, before he could close his eyes, he changed into his official uniform and went outside the Chongzheng Hall to listen to the roll call.

On the road from the Forbidden Gate to the Chongzheng Palace, it was not the usual routine but rather idle.Lu Shijue, a member of Zhongshushe, and Liu Hanqiu, the chief executive, walked together to chat about ordinary topics.

"Year after year, life goes by so fast. Seeing that there will be another batch of new talents in the court, I am getting older."

Lu Shijue folded his sleeves with emotion.

Liu Hanqiu also responded patiently, "Everything changes and is irreversible. I haven't seen Lu Sheren accepting students in these years."

"I think I'm not talented, I can't be a good teacher, and I never dare to move the minds of students."

Lu Shijue cupped his hands, humbly and sincerely, and suddenly asked: "I remember that Xianggong, the student of the Yang family, should have reached the age of Chunwei?"

Mentioning this, Liu Hanqiu remembered another thing that had almost been forgotten.

These days, he was dragged to help the Secretary to compile the national history. There was a letter from the Yang family in Dingzhou, saying that Yang Qiyu wanted to settle down for a year and then it would not be too late for the Spring Festival.The matter of the scientific examination cannot be controlled at all. Liu Hanqiu felt that Yang Qiyu was calm and calm at a young age, and he was gratified for a long time because of this.

"That's true, but I didn't participate in this year's spring." Liu Hanqiu said.

In fact, he basically never taught Yang Qiyu anything.At least compared to these students in the capital, Yang Qiyu can only be said to be his name.But no matter how you say it, it was the late wife's mother's house, and he had accepted the kindness of the Yang family in previous years, so it was right to take care of him.

Looking past the colleagues who were chatting in twos and threes, Liu Hanqiu raised his mouth suddenly when he caught a glimpse of the man in the green official uniform beside Xie Qian.

"That school clerk, Gu Huaibi, is indeed talented in literature, and he acts steadily."

It seemed to be a casual chat, but Lu Shijue couldn't help but follow his line of sight, pondering in his heart.

These days, Liu Xiang was studying at the secretary's office, and he wanted to get in touch with Gu Huaibi, who was also the secretary's provincial school secretary, otherwise Liu Xiang would not have said much praise.

Gu Huaibi was the second place last year, and he was born in Jiangnan.The officials asked him to be the school secretary, guessing that he was more or less important.Throughout the past, those who have made a steady progress in official careers must have started as the school secretary or Zhishiguan.

Pei Lian first listened to his father's lecture, and then went to the teacher Mei Yanyu to explain that he would visit after the palace examination, so as not to appear abrupt when he came to the door suddenly, and finally went back to the two friends.

"I just listened to Liu Xiang's words carefully, and I don't think I know about Yang Qiyu."

Seeing Pei Lian approaching, Meng Ruanqing spoke in a low voice.

Last night, he and Chen Juncong gave He Xianji the idea of ​​exposing Yang Qiyu, but as for when this idea broke out, they probably couldn't escape the palace examination or wedding banquet.

Pei Lian naturally trusted these two friends, his eyes flicked back and forth between Meng Ruanqing and Chen Juncong, and he was a bit suspicious: "Did you guys have a quarrel?"

Shen Weiru was sensitive to the strangeness of the atmosphere, and Chen Juncong's mental state didn't look like usual.