Chapter 62 Who is the young man on the street?
All the ladies were embarrassed after hearing this. If he was really an outstanding young man, how could Mr. Zhuang not approve him because he loved talents? This meant that he still needed to be polished, so he hoped to ask Mr. Zhuang to teach him. If he really wanted to test him, I am afraid that 90% of the young men sitting here would not be in Mr. Zhuang's eyes. The words of the eldest lady persuaded most of the ladies to leave, but there were still some who were unwilling to leave. Princess Pingning stayed.
"Madam Sheng, I am talking about relatives. My husband is your cousin!" Princess Pingning waited for others to leave, and then came up to get close to the eldest lady.
"What the princess said is right. We are all family relatives." The eldest lady followed the princess' words, mainly because the princess had a strong aura and intimidated the eldest lady.
"I won't be polite to you, Madam. I have a son who is at the age where he should study hard. My husband and I only have this one son, so we hope that he can study in Bian Jing, which is close to home. We admire Mr. Zhuang's reputation and hope to become his apprentice. Madam also said just now that Mr. Zhuang wants to test his academic performance. Although my son is not talented, he is willing to let Mr. Zhuang give him some pointers. I wonder if my son will have the honor of meeting Mr. Zhuang tomorrow?" The princess made her words clear, and the madam did not pretend to be stupid.
"My princess is straightforward. I won't talk to you in official language." The lady lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Zhuang is not unwilling to stay as a teacher. These one or two places are first come first served. My princess will ask the young
master of the mansion to meet Mr. Zhuang tomorrow. With the young master's style, Mr. Zhuang will be willing to accept him as a disciple." Princess Pingning has always been very self-righteous. Because of her status as the adopted daughter of the empress dowager, the wives of officials in the entire Bianjing city have to give her three times of face. But for the sake of her only son Qi Yuanruo's study, Princess Pingning was willing to bow her head this time. Fortunately, Wang Ruofu was interested, and Princess Pingning was very satisfied.
"Thank you very much, my lady!" Princess Pingning said.
In Chengxin Garden
, "Mother, my father asked me, my fourth sister, my fifth sister, my second brother, and my third brother to go to Mr. Zhuang's lecture. What kind of teacher is Mr. Zhuang? Mother, do you think Mr. Zhuang would spank students?"
Mingxi was looking for clothes for Minglan to wear when she entered school tomorrow when she heard Minglan's question and recalled the scene in the play where Minglan was punished to copy books. "Mr. Zhuang will sit in the court at 2:15 a.m. and the court will open at 1:15 a.m. Your father also sent someone to tell you not to be late. I don't know if Mr. Zhuang will spank students tomorrow, but do you think Mr. Zhuang is strict?" Mingxi said with a hint of watching a good show. For some reason, Mingxi had a bad taste and loved to tease Minglan.
Minglan was frightened, "Mother, I'm a little scared!" Minglan nervously spread her hands and stared, as if she could see her fate of being spanked.
"Don't be afraid Ming'er, as long as you attend class on time, don't be late, don't leave early, listen carefully in class, ask questions in time, ask the teacher if you don't understand the coursework, and complete the homework assigned by the teacher on time, with quality and quantity, and be a good student with both good character and good academic performance, the teacher will not spank you." Mingxi made Minglan afraid, and was worried that she was really afraid and unwilling to study, so she comforted her, which she thought was comfort.
After hearing this, Minglan collapsed on the table, "Mother, if I were as good as my fourth sister, would I still be afraid? I can't even practice my handwriting well, I will definitely be kept in school by Mr. Zhuang and beaten with a stick!"
Mingxi saw the feeling of hopelessness in the little person. "Okay, I won't scare you anymore. You just need to do what you should do in school. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well, just do it a few more times. Mr. Zhuang is a reasonable person, he won't beat you for no reason. Get up quickly and pack the things you need tomorrow, and try this dress."
Minglan felt that what Mother said made sense, and she rekindled her fighting spirit and happily bustled around the house.
The next day, at the beginning of the morning hour, Chengxin Garden
"Xiaotao, Xiaotao, bring a few more lotus cakes."
"Sister Chengzi, fill my pot with some more tea to refresh me!"
"Sister Parrot, help me fix my hair, it seems to be messed up just now."
"Xiaotao, hurry up, let's go!"
Early in the morning, in order for Minglan to appear in the classroom with the best spirit on the first day of class, all the maids in Chengxin Garden were ordered around, and finally sent Minglan out of the courtyard.
"This is the first day of school for the girl, and she is nervous." The person who spoke stood at the door with a smile in her eyes. It was Zhuli who had not been seen for a long time.
Zhu Li's injury improved in Yangzhou and she could walk. Mingxi took care of her on the way to Bianjing. After arriving in Bianjing, Zhu Li's injury was almost healed. She wanted to return to Mingxi to serve him, but Mingxi was worried and asked her to rest for a while. Zhu Li couldn't sit still. On Minglan's first day of school, she also got up early with the parrot. They didn't allow her to help, so she just watched from the side.
Speaking of Minglan, she and Xiaotao hurried to the front yard school. The school was located in an elegant room in the front yard of the Sheng family mansion, and was later carefully decorated by Sheng Hong into a quiet and elegant school. This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the outer courtyard. It is surrounded by lush bamboo forests and tiny flower paths, creating an atmosphere of being away from the hustle and bustle and concentrating on studying.
Minglan rushed forward with Xiaotao, and was about to reach the bend of the path. On the other road, a young master and a little book boy were also walking slowly towards this place. Because of the flowers, plants and strange rocks blocking the way, the two sides had not seen each other yet. Seeing that the young master was about to reach the bend, Minglan also rushed over in a hurry. With a bang, Minglan collided head-on with the young master. Because Minglan was smaller and less powerful, she was bounced back by the force of the collision. The young master was quick to catch Minglan who was falling backwards.
Minglan was pulled back by the young master. She stood still, holding her pounding chest for a long time before she remembered to thank him. Minglan raised her head, and their eyes met, and both of them were stunned. Minglan saw a young man, a young man in the prime of his life. He had an upright posture, and there was an extraordinary heroism between his brows. His eyebrows were like distant mountains with smoke, and his eyes were like autumn water, flashing with intelligence and curiosity. He had an extremely handsome face, a high nose bridge, and rosy lips. When he smiled, it seemed that he could instantly warm all the coldness around him, just like the rising sun in spring, warm and dazzling. What's even more rare is that he exudes a gentle temperament like jade. His words and deeds have the innocence of a child, and he also reveals a calmness and restraint beyond his age. It makes people sigh that this is really a young man of amazing talent.
The boy also looked at the little girl in front of him. She saw that her skin was whiter than snow, and her cheeks were faintly pink, like peach blossoms blooming in the morning light. Her eyes were big and bright, shining with an innocent light, as if she could see through all the beauty in the world. She wore two buns with two thin ribbons tied on them. With her light steps, she added a bit of agility. She was wearing a light green spring shirt with delicate patterns on the collar, which matched the early spring scenery around her. She was wearing a plain white skirt, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, just like willow branches swaying in spring. It was the early spring season, and she was like a fresh breeze in spring, as beautiful as snow and snow, making people forget the world. Looking at her for a few more times would make you feel pity, and you couldn't help but want to hold her in your hands and cherish this rare innocence and beauty.