Chapter 149 Dongshan Academy Literary Meeting 2
"You are the only one who is considered a mediocre person?" Su Yanli couldn't help but give his daughter a slap in the face. "If you want to be a mediocre person, do it yourself. Don't bother your mother with these meaningless things."
Su Ruojin held her head which was hurt by the bullet, and pouted her lips high, "Then you have to block the beauty's attack, otherwise... hum..."
"Let's not talk about the fact that I don't have this intention. Even if I do, all the money in the family is with you. What are you afraid of?"
"What if the beauty pays for it?"
It’s not over yet! Su Yanli looked frightened and stretched out his hand to hit someone.
Su Ruojin ran with her head in her hands, laughing and joking, until she passed Zhao Lan. She stopped only after she was sure that his father would not pass Zhao Lan to hit him. She ran so hard that she was out of breath. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "These days, men have to protect themselves well when they are out there. If they are accidentally eaten by a woman, they will have no place to cry."
Zhao Lan: …
Su Yanli: ...
With Su Ruojin, the little livelier, helping to liven up the atmosphere, the group soon reached Wenshan Academy halfway up the mountain. When they arrived, there was a huge crowd of people in front of the academy, but they still took the exclusive passage. Thanks to Prince Zhao, Su Yanli and his daughter sat in Su Xiangheng's academic affairs office, which had windows from front to back. The wind blew over the mountains and streams, bringing a cool feeling.
Oh my god, it’s so comfortable!
"Dad, when we get off work, our family will come and stay in the courtyard."
Su Yanli was inspired by the poetic breeze from the mountains and nodded gently.
Su Sanlang adapted to the unfamiliar environment and couldn't sit still. He wanted to run outside, but was stopped by Su Ruojin. Her task today was to take care of the little kid.
Su Xiangheng was very busy at the Literary Conference today. After a long while, he was finally found by Zhao Lan's entourage. He greeted them as soon as he came in, "Sorry, everyone. I'm too busy. Please forgive me for the poor reception."
Su Yanli stood up and said, "Shaoqing, you are too polite. I hope my son didn't cause you any trouble."
The two Su brothers met and exchanged pleasantries.
Su Xiangheng shook his head and asked with a smile, "How did you educate your child? He is very self-disciplined at such a young age. I have no chance to show off my self-discipline. Now that you are here, I have no chance to show off my self-discipline."
"Shaoqing, you are too kind." As a parent, Su Yanli couldn't help but feel happy when his child was praised, but he still acted modestly and bowed to thank Cai Pei.
Seeing that they were almost done with their business compliments, Zhao Lan interrupted their chat and asked, "Has the literary gathering started?"
"Yes, I came in to take you out."
The literati meeting of Dongshan Academy was held on the hillside. This large open space was similar to the playground of later schools, mainly used for students to run or do morning classes. Down the hillside were either peach or bamboo forests. The environment was beautiful, quiet and pleasant, which was perfectly suitable for the atmosphere of an academy.
Zhao Lan and his party were arranged to sit in the front row of the organizers' group. They were also asked to sit closer to the podium, but he refused. "I don't know how to write poetry. I just came here to take a look. It's fine to arrange it in an inconspicuous place."
Su Xiangheng glanced at the young nobleman who looked like a fallen immortal. He wanted to be inconspicuous? He smiled and said nothing. He did as he said and arranged them in a corner that was blocked by others. Su Ruojin stood beside Su Yanli and looked across. There were so many people!
Between the organizers and the audience, there are two rows of low tables with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them. Some literati have already come up to write poems and paint. They have already started.
Su Ruojin looked for Su Yanzu and found him standing in the front row of the audience, but on the edge and inconspicuous.
Speaking of his uncle, Su Ruojin admired him. He was good at finding opportunities to show himself. If today's literati could stand out, then it would be a sure thing for him to enter the Imperial College.
There is a gauze curtain covering the corridor behind the rostrum. Although it is eye-catching, it is impossible to see who is inside.
Su Ruojin thought, could it be the group of people who were in the pavilion just now? It turned out that Luo Shizi was sitting next to the rostrum. He seemed to be a guest today, commenting on the excellent works of the literati with the great scholar.
Who is behind the curtain?
Su Ruojin couldn't help but lean over to Zhao Lan's side and asked in a low voice, "Little Prince, who is in there?"
Zhao Lan glanced at her and said, "My aunt."
Princess Yuehua? Is she joining in the fun too?
Zhao Lan calmly glanced at the young man standing silently opposite him. Just when Su Ruojin was about to follow his gaze, he retracted his gaze and said, "The singing girls invited by Prince Luo will have a show to entertain the audience. Many people will come to join in the fun."
Is that so? Who is the princess? If she wants to listen to songs, how many singing girls can she invite to the princess's mansion? Su Ruojin wondered curiously, could it be that the princess wants to come to the Wenhui to catch a son-in-law?
A person chuckles.
The young lady was next to Zhao Lan. He clearly saw her secretly laughing. He lowered his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.
After a while, the first batch of poems were ready. More than ten students from Dongshan Academy acted as children and took the poems to the principal of Dongshan Academy and the great scholars from Beijing who came to comment.
Su Ruojin saw Su Anzhi pretending to be a child. She patted his father excitedly and said in a low voice, "It's my brother!"
Su Yanli was very pleased to see his son holding a literary work and walking calmly towards the great scholar in the capital, and he kept smiling.
The wealthy nobles looked down on the eighth-rank doctor, the ordinary people in Beijing looked down on the eighth-rank clerk, and his father and mother thought he was not making progress, but Su Yanli was very satisfied with his life. He had a wife with a similar personality and his life was not lonely. His eldest son was steady and did well in school. His daughter was smart and supported the family. His third son was lively, and his fourth son was at the age of being lovable. He felt that a little more would make his life seem greedy and angry, and a little less would make his life unsatisfactory. Everything was just right.
As if they didn't see any amazing works, the great scholar and the headmaster showed disappointment. As the host, Su Xiangheng invited the audience again, "Several people just wrote about the willows in the mountains. Who will take up the next one and what will be the theme?"
A scholar raised his hand and said, "When the dark clouds turn dark, I will write about peach blossoms on the mountain." After that, he walked to the low table, picked up his pen and started writing. Seeing him write down what was in his mind, several scholars could not wait any longer and followed him, sitting next to the empty small table, picking up their pens and expressing their feelings.
Everyone was watching with great interest, and almost all of them stretched their necks to look at the small table.
There were little children standing behind a small table. Every time the writer said a sentence, they would reply. When they came across a brilliant sentence, everyone could not help but cheer.
Su Sanlang was not interested in any of this. He twisted and turned in Su Yanli's arms, obviously impatient.
Su Ruojin was not interested in the pink peach blossoms and green willows that are the beauty of spring, but she wanted to see how Su Yanzu performed and did not notice her brother's impatience.
Su Sanlang pouted and stretched out his little hand to pull her, "Sister, I want to pee."
This naughty kid!
Su Yanli wanted to stand up, but Su Ruojin held him down, "I don't understand these. I'll go, Dad, you continue watching."
Although his daughter has always been acting like an adult, Su Yanli is still worried and turns to look for Hua Ping.
He who eats from others' food should be grateful, and he who takes from others' things should be grateful. Who made him eat, drink and take the monthly salary from the Su family? Hua Ping accepted his fate and took Su Sanlang to the toilet.
Su Sanlang didn't really want to go to the toilet, he insisted on Su Ruojin accompanying him.
Su Ruojin had no choice but to follow.
Mao Ya and Qiu Yue also followed him out.
Hua Ping took Su Sanlang to the toilet. After the little guy came out to wash his hands, he refused to go back. He ran around in the corridor, looking at the empty classroom, and then went to the corridor to pick a leaf. He was having a lot of fun.
Hua Ping and Su Ruojin looked at each other and had no choice but to accompany him.
The little guy wasn't satisfied with playing inside, so he walked through the corridor, went out of the moon-shaped gate, and followed the path to a side door. After going out of the side door, he found a mountain stream. The mountain breeze blew, shaking the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. It was fresh and natural. If there were any literati here, he would probably be inspired to write poetry.
Suddenly, a patrol passed by and the leader shouted, "Be careful in the mountain stream, don't run around."
Su Ruojin smiled and said, "Thanks for the reminder."
The lead patrolman glanced at Hua Ping who was crossing his arms, "Protect your young master."
Hua Ping nodded, "Yes."
Su Sanlang stood to watch the butterflies, squatted to pick up ants, and had a lot of fun.
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