Chapter 16 Who’s Pointing Fingers!?
"What's wrong with the child? Don't discriminate against the child. Maybe he will be more talented than you in the future."
Su Jinghe held Su Shi in his arms as if he were holding some secret weapon.
"Don't bully the poor young man!"
"Who dares?" Who dares to bully you because you are young and poor?
Song Shiyi has been restless every night these days. He takes time out - even if he doesn't have time, he still forces himself to join the meeting of the few people in the court who know the inside story.
His father thought that he was valued by the boss and would become the first person in the Song family to rise to the highest position and become the prime minister.
Only Song Shiyi knew that he had successfully applied for the position of Su Jinghe's personal nanny, and he couldn't let Su Jinghe discover this nanny.
"Come in, come in. You too, wouldn't it be boring to bring your kids here?" Song Shiyi said this to Su Jinghe, but actually turned around and asked someone to find some small toys. "Little boy, if you get bored later, you can come and play with Brother Song!"
"Can't the older friends come play with you?" Su Jinghe put Su Shi's face next to his own. The two brothers looked very similar.
"Of course." Song Shiyi was quite helpless. "Just stay next to me for a while. No one else will notice us."
At this time, Song Shiyi had not yet witnessed the Su family's extraordinary literary genes, and still regarded Su Jinghe and the two children in front of him, one big and one small, as ordinary children.
The only reliable adult looked mature and steady, but quite humble. He brought a stack of papers. Song Shiyi glanced at it roughly and found that it was indeed something he would read in preparation for the imperial examination.
Among them, Su Jinghe, the former top scholar, both appeared to be quite talented...
"No? Your genes are so amazing? Why don't you show it off?"
Song Shiyi looked at Su Jinghe. After spending a year together, he knew Su Jinghe's cultural level very well. It was some, but not much. It might be that he didn't study much after losing his memory. Every time he praised him, it was in plain and simple words.
Su Jinghe sat next to Song Shiyi, calmly drinking the tea bag he brought from home. The light tea fragrance was interspersed with the sweet taste of peaches, so fragrant that it made people forget themselves.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, do you still want me to praise you more?" Song Shiyi leaned over and said, "Seriously, are you taking me as a disciple? This uncle of yours is taking the imperial examination for the first time, right? With his literary talent, there's no way he won't pass."
"Don't be so confident. Think about it, there were so many talented writers in history who failed to pass the imperial examinations. Their talents were not appreciated and their ambitions could not be fulfilled. Alas!" Su Jinghe sighed deeply.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Wait, this guy really isn't talking nonsense.
Song Shiyi looked at the focus of the crowd. Everyone surrounded Su Xun, admiring his talent and excited about his poems and essays. He thought of Su Jinghe's special abilities.
Could he really have seen it?
Song Shiyi even felt a little pity for Su Xun, but the next moment, when he heard someone repeating the words in Su Xun's article, he wondered, "Are you really not going to accept any disciples?"
Su Jinghe stretched out a palm and shook it left and right, "I don't want to accept disciples, so don't bother me."
At lunch time, everyone had already passed the time of being mesmerized by Su Xun's literary talent. They wanted to give Su Xun some examination guidance based on their own experience of passing the imperial examination, but they soon discovered that it was not a problem with the examination room.
"The approach to this question is clearly based on the principle of 'a gentleman is not an instrument' from the Analects. You pointed that out, so how did you get sidetracked?"
"You definitely know this question. You used it in an old article. How come you didn't remember it when you wrote it?"
"You've used this extended meaning yourself before, so why is it not allowed on the test paper?"
The scene was almost completely different from that in the morning. Song Shiyi did not participate in it, but just by hearing the voices of these old friends collapsing, he could guess how terrible the truth would be.
"You already knew this?" Song Shiyi's pupils trembled. "Why is it that some people have all the knowledge in their heads, but still fail the test?"
Su Jinghe put down the precious little teacup he had been holding for the whole morning. This time it had a filter device for tea leaves. Although it was made of bamboo and wood, it became a little more popular with this feature.
"Don't look at your cup. Someone has already asked me how I bought it." Song Shiyi sighed and looked at Su Jinghe's eyes, which suddenly lit up. "Have you forgotten that you no longer work at the kiln factory?"
"Oh, I'm used to it. After Wenjun sent us samples, I subconsciously thought about how to expand sales. I even promoted it to my boss and asked him to drink it from time to time!"
Without the pressure of sales, Su Jinghe seemed as if a huge mountain had been removed from his shoulders, and his tone became relaxed.
"Our family is about happiness. Apart from my dad, no one is so obsessed with fame and fortune."
"My father took the imperial examination and finally passed at the age of thirty. However, he passed away due to illness before he was assigned any official position. My uncle, on the other hand, started studying at the age of seven, but found he didn't like it, so he gave up studying and went traveling. It was only when my eldest nephew was born eight years ago that he began to study seriously for the exam."
Su Jinghe looked at the serious kid Su Jingxian sitting next to Su Xun and said, "Look, that's my eldest nephew. My uncle's learning progress should be similar to that of my eldest nephew."
"So you think you are only eight years old in your studies, so you have never applied the knowledge you have learned to the test?" Song Shiyi understood something from Su Jinghe's words, stood up, and was about to save his friends.
He found a way to let Su Xun display his talents!
"When the time comes, don't think of it as an exam. Just treat it as your normal writing or poetry." As soon as Song Shiyi said that he had a way, he was immediately regarded as a treasure and was allowed to walk directly into the center of the crowd and face Su Xun.
Su Jinghe was still sitting here, and Su Shi was also sitting there like him.
The little guy just took a tour of the area while holding hands and is now taking a break.
"Brother, why don't you go play?" Su Shi looked at Su Jinghe. This time, Su Jinghe was holding food instead of a water cup. "Give me a sip too."
"Here, children, if they eat too many sour fruits, their teeth will be damaged by the sourness, so they can only eat three a day. Forget it, five." Su Jinghe coaxed Su Shi while giving the fruits.
"I need to save my stomach for other things. Who would eat only this?" Su Shi ate one and left shaking his head.
Compared to him, I actually look more like a child?
Su Jinghe reflected for a second and then lay back in his chair peacefully.
"No one helps me reach my lofty aspirations. Hey, I can't even get up there myself~"
"Haha..." Someone nearby heard him cheering himself up in his spare time and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Su Jinghe didn't bother to think about it, just pretending that he didn't hear anything. Whoever eavesdropped would be embarrassed, and he wouldn't waste his energy on internal harassment!
"You are such an interesting person." Who would have thought that the eavesdropper was so bold that he walked directly to Su Jinghe's side and sat down like this?
"Oh, I didn't care about it." Su Jinghe was surprised to see the person after he sat up.
"Why is it you?"
"Do you know me?" The visitor was even more surprised than Su Jinghe. He had never appeared next to Su Jinghe. At least when Su Jinghe was asserting his power in the court, he was not too high-profile.
As soon as I thought of my inner voice, it came.
【Su Shunqin, a famous person.】
Huh? Am I that famous?
Su Shunqin met Su Jinghe's gaze. Su Jinghe looked at him as if he were some strange person. Su Shunqin tried hard to ignore Su Jinghe's gaze and maintained a respectful smile of a scholar. "I am Su Shunqin, currently serving in the Memorial Council."
"Ah, are you already in the Memorial Council? Shouldn't you first gain experience at the grassroots level, then return home to observe mourning, and then be recommended by Fan Zhongyan?"
This sentence almost broke Su Shunqin's defense.
He didn't hold the pastry he wanted to hand to Su Jinghe firmly, and the plate was about to fall to the ground.
"Ah, ah, ah?" Su Jinghe used his fastest hands to save most of the plates and pastries before they hit the ground. "It's a pity that two fell."
Damn it, the three-second rule. If I eat it now, will other people think I’m weird?
Su Jinghe's eyes were glued to the sweet and delicious pastries, and he didn't notice Su Shunqin's current condition at all.
Su Shunqin is currently in the Memorial Council, and was indeed recommended by Fan Zhongyan. He was originally going to take up a position elsewhere. Without mentioning the coincidences, let's just say -
Who should I mourn for?!
Is it grandparents or father and mother?
Although it was quite unfilial to think so, Su Shunqin was even more unwilling to lose his parents who should have been with him for decades.
"I……"
After he opened his mouth, Su Shunqin realized how seriously the emotions had infected him. His voice became hoarse and filled with tears.
Wow, why is the Song Dynasty still keeping silent?
Su Jinghe didn't understand the feelings behind this. He absentmindedly pulled Su Shunqin, who was standing stupidly in front of him for some reason, to sit down. "Drink some water? It's delicious. It's the tea my family researched."
[Hey, this guy looks good, but why is he so stunned? Isn't it said that he, like Fan Zhongyan, loved to submit memorials and offer suggestions against Emperor Renzong of Song? That's not what the rumors say.]
Most of Su Jinghe's thoughts were actually revealed on his face. When Su Shunqin looked at Su Jinghe again, he had returned to his usual composure, and had buried his worries about his family deep in his heart.
"I was so tired from work that my hand suddenly hurt and I trembled a little. Did you scare me?"
"No, no." Su Jinghe's thoughts were still going on.
[She has a good temper, and doesn't seem like the type to criticize the emperor in memorials. Oh, don't treat everyone like Li Shimin. Emperors like Erfeng are rare. Song Renzong has a good temper and can tolerate criticism for a while, but wouldn't constant criticism make a big deal out of it?]
Hmm? Who pointed the finger?
Su Shunqin felt terrible when he was evaluated like this in person. Looking at Su Jinghe who had a simple expression, he felt choked with anger.
This guy looks so innocent, but why is he so mean in his heart!
Who would be the kind of person who would take advantage of an issue and make a mountain out of a molehill?
Unbeknownst to Su Jinghe and even others, Song Renzong quietly brought his men to the next door of the courtyard, but he didn't expect that the news he heard was not good news for him.
"At least compared with Li Shimin? Compared with him, there should be few people who can appear more generous, right?" Han Qi beside him comforted.
"If you comfort me now, won't it make me look petty?" Am I the kind of person who would get angry at my subjects just because of what I feel?
Song Renzong's tone was deep, revealing a hint of broken defense.
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