Qin Wang Han Shizhong was a scoundrel on the outside, but Han Yanzhi did not have the experience of fighting in the Western Army, which was full of ruffians like his father. His unruly nature was reserved on the inside, wrapped in a thin layer of reserved and elegant appearance like "Confucius said".
He was not married when he passed the imperial examination. After the banquet, the emperor brought Yiyou to visit him directly. It was not the first time he and Yiyou met, but it was the first time Yiyou entered the mansion of the Qin Wang Han family. Han Yanzhi was half-led and half-pushed by the emperor to take Yiyou to "get familiar with" him. After a tour of familiarity, he entered his study. Yiyou smiled as he looked at the "Zizhi Tongjian" given by the emperor on his desk. This was a gift from her.
She asked, "Where did you get to?"
Han Yanzhi had finished reading it long ago, but he didn't know whether it was because he was both happy and depressed after passing the imperial examination, that he blurted out to this "fate": "Tang Chronicles 40."
It is recorded in "Tang Chronicles 40" that Guo Nuan once argued with Princess Shengping and said, "My father despised the emperor and would not do it."
Yiyou seemed not to understand and lightly skipped the question, but as if she understood, she asked again: "Daddy regards the King of Qin as his backbone, why should I regard you as my husband?"
Han Yanzhi seemed to be startled by the word "prince consort" or even confused by the question. He couldn't answer for a long time.
"It should be the heart and liver, right?"
Yiyou curled her lips and said softly with her eyes curved. But when she said such straightforward and bold words, there was no smile in her eyes, and no flush of girlish emotion on her cheeks.
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Giyuji
When she was teaching poetry to Xi Niang, Xi Niang frowned at Bai Letian.
Yiyou was surprised and asked Xi Niang why she was so disgusted. Unexpectedly, Xi Niang pointed to "Drawing the Silver Bottle from the Bottom of the Well to Stop the Adultery" and said, "This poem has such good verses, why does it have such a title?"
Stop the adultery. Yiyou smiled. This is the word that children of Mu Ai's age hate the most. She asked, "What do you want to do?"
Xi Niang moaned for a long time before she whispered, "I don't think that anything ordered by parents or arranged by matchmakers is good... Just because you don't mess around at the beginning doesn't mean you won't abandon her in the end, otherwise how could there be a chapter called 'Rogue' in the Book of Songs? Besides, this kind of... this kind of... can it be stopped?"
Yiyou looked at the poem that his daughter pointed out, and looked at each other from afar on the wall. As soon as he saw you, he knew that you were heartbroken.
My heart breaks as soon as I see you.
When she first read this sentence, she was the same age as Xi Niang now. At that time, she loved reading these lingering words. Yiyou had copied this poem neatly on flowery paper, stroke by stroke, and carefully put it in the new arithmetic book that his father had ordered people to edit. The Imperial College was very close to the palace, and his "frivolous" father always indulged his children in and out of the palace. Yiyou used the excuse of asking for advice and took people to the Imperial College. As expected, he found Zhang Zai in the place where the books were stored.
She stood quietly behind Zhang Zai for a while, and as always, she suddenly announced the answer she had obtained earlier: "The function limit value of this problem is 1."
Zhang Zai sighed, turned around and looked at her helplessly, feeling like he wanted to be angry but couldn't. He glanced behind her and saw that there was no one there, so he asked, "Who is on duty with you?"
"downstairs."
Yiyou became nervous for no reason after she finished speaking. She pursed her lips when she was nervous, but she couldn't help laughing, and the corners of her lips raised a small arc. After a long while, Zhang Zai hesitated to speak, stood up, bowed to her and asked, "What did the princess bring this time?"
Yiyou wanted to tease him why he didn't ask "Han Ziwen (Han Yanzhi's pen name)", but these four words were like thorns stuck in her heart, bleeding and tearing her flesh. She didn't dare to pull it out, paused, and just handed the book over.
The page with the flowery paper was turned over, and Yiyou noticed that Zhang Zai's eyes stopped on it, but suddenly retracted as if burned, and fell on the reassuring question. He read the question for an unprecedented long time, and for a while, there was only the faint and long breathing in the silence, and even the lively sound of birds outside the window seemed to be separated by a layer and could not be heard clearly.
Hearing thunder in silence, Yiyou recalled the words her father had said unintentionally. She listened to her heartbeat and breathing with a thrilling and joyful feeling. The breathing was so subtle and lingering that it was difficult to distinguish one from the other.
"Is this the only question?" Zhang Zai asked her after a long while, but he didn't look up. Yiyou didn't notice the question he was pointing at, but just watched his fingertips pressing on the flowery paper, exerting force, with a slight bluish-white color.
"Two questions," Yiyou said, "One you finish now, and the other one... Can you give me the manuscript you wrote? I'll take it back and have a look."
So Zhang Zai picked out each point and began to explain it in detail. To be honest, his voice was not as deep and mellow as Han Yanzhi's, but it was neither high nor low, just enough to make Yiyou's heart beat. She felt this way the first time she heard this voice.
That time, the students were also discussing politics at the Imperial Academy, but she came to look for her father when the meeting was almost over. At that time, the students were dispersing in twos and threes, and she led her people to avoid them as much as possible. Suddenly, she inadvertently heard a voice proudly discussing the content of the question just now, and he was still like a young man.
She stopped and listened for a long time. It was still quiet, as if the only thing in the world was the young man's vigorous discussion. The noise suddenly became noisy when her father came over. Yiyou suddenly realized that she had been listening for a long time and had not noticed the sound of the students bowing to each other.
Daddy nodded casually, his mind on his little daughter, and asked her what she had heard as they walked. Yiyou paused, and looked back at the young man who bowed his head and greeted him in the same voice. Daddy said in a joyful voice that this was Zhang Qing's eldest son, Zhang Zai.
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