Chapter 223 Let’s go!
Prince Gong's Mansion.
In Tinglan Courtyard, Murong Wan was painting.
She was painting the forsythia in the corner of the courtyard.
The tender yellow color brilliantly covers one corner, creating a touch of bright color in early spring.
In the corner of the house, there is a thousand-petal lotus lantern.
The lotus lantern is still the same lotus lantern, made of glass, gold thread and gems.
But it didn't look as beautiful in the daytime as it did when it was hanging on the pleasure boat that night.
Murong Wan liked it very much when she first got it, but when she looked at it again after a few days, the novelty wore off and she felt it was just so-so.
She planned to ask Chunyue to put away the lanterns in the next two days as she was tired of looking at them.
The forsythia in the yard bloomed on the drawing paper, also a patch of tender yellow.
"The colors of this Black Mountain colored ink are quite beautiful." Murong Wan used the newly released colored ink from Black Mountain to paint.
Soon after Hao Ren presented the colored ink to the emperor at the New Year's Eve palace banquet, all the calligraphy and painting studios in the capital launched a complete set of Black Mountain colored ink.
Whatever the nobles in the palace like, the people in Chang'an City will follow.
Montenegro colored ink became very popular as soon as it was launched on the market.
Although not as exquisite as those supplied to the emperor, the color and texture are just as good, and the price is not cheap.
Murong Wan has been practicing painting a lot recently, so she needs colored ink, so naturally she also bought a set.
Starting this year, the Crown Prince will be individually instructed by Tutor Zhang and will no longer study with the other members of the royal family.
Therefore, Murong Wan and Murong Ming no longer needed to go to the palace to study.
He Yan made plans for her children early on and invited famous teachers to come to her house to teach her two children.
The famous teacher had just been in the mansion for three days, and Murong Wan was learning quite well, but something went wrong with Murong Ming.
As Murong Wan drew a flower on the paper with the tip of her pen dipped in ink, she heard a noise coming from outside the yard:
"Let me go—"
"I'm not going!"
"Let go, you dogs—"
Murong Ming's loud shouting voice pierced the dull atmosphere.
Murong Wan's pen tip shook, and the yellow ink drew a slash.
A half-finished painting was ruined.
This is the homework I need to give to the teacher, and I have to do it again.
Murong Wan's mouth corners drooped. She no longer had the mood to paint. She put down her pen and took Chunyue out to take a look.
As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw Murong Ming being held in an undignified manner by two servants. His face was flushed and he tried to struggle but couldn't.
Murong Xun's face was filled with uncontrollable anger:
"Bring it into the yard."
The group went to Murong Xun's yard, and Murong Wan followed behind to take a look.
Murong Wan originally didn't want to see the stupid things her brother did, but she listened to what her mother said last time.
No matter how much Murong Ming misbehaves, he is still her brother. This relationship cannot be separated in this life.
Murong Xun entered the yard, and his anger completely erupted:
"The government paid a large sum of money to hire a teacher to teach you, but you can't even complete the basic homework?"
Murong Ming was not convinced and said:
"Father, I have written it. Did that gentleman wrongly accuse me of making a false accusation?"
Murong Xun raised his hands behind his back towards Murong Ming, and several pieces of paper covered with words floated down from the air and landed on Murong Ming's head.
The paper was light, but Murong Xun's tone was heavy:
"You mean to say you wrote this?"
Murong Ming puffed up his cheeks and was about to say "yes" when he heard his father shout:
"You're so young, yet you dare to buy someone else's writing and have them do it for you? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you and can't see through your tricks?"
"You said you wrote these. Okay, recite these articles again."
Murong Ming's arrogance suddenly subsided.
Not to mention dictation, even if you ask him to read it, he may not be able to read it smoothly.
He is now in class with Murong Wan. Murong Wan understands everything immediately, but he listens for a long time but doesn't understand anything.
Moreover, he felt annoyed when he saw books, and he knew nothing about writing articles, poems, or painting.
Some time ago, when he was out playing, he met the King of Chu, Murong Qi. Murong Qi gave him some advice and asked him to pay someone to write for him.
Murong Ming did this, but was exposed so quickly.
Murong Xun saw his son hanging his head, his anger shrouded in helplessness:
"Go back to the courtyard and reflect for ten days. Redo the lessons you've done over the past few days, and memorize all the scriptures you're currently studying."
Murong Ming was exhausted and decided to give up:
"Father, it's useless. Even if you lock me up for a hundred days, I still won't be able to memorize or do it. If Wan'er wants to study, let her study alone. I don't want to study anymore. Studying is so hard, and I'm not cut out for it. If I study, I'll just become a laughing stock."
"You think studying is hard?" Murong Xun saw his son's expression, and his anger turned into a sneer. "Okay, then don't study anymore. Why don't you just go to the martial arts academy!"
"Then send it to the martial arts school."
At this time, He Yan walked in from outside the yard.
She had just returned from outside, and as soon as she came back she heard that Murong Ming was making trouble again.
On the way here, she had heard the whole story. As soon as she reached the gate of the yard, she heard Murong Xun say that he wanted to send his son to the martial arts school.
"Sending him to a martial arts school is better than spending all day fighting cocks and walking birds." He Yan agreed with Murong Xun this time.
This son causes chaos at home all day long and cannot become anything useful. He just needs to stay out of trouble.
Murong Wan said at this time:
"But my brother doesn't know martial arts either. When he was learning martial arts from General Yuan, he couldn't even stand firmly in horse stance."
Murong Ming was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to jump up:
"That was in the past. I can do horse stance now. That guy Zhao Li couldn't beat me last time. I'm going to the martial arts hall and I can beat them all down when I get back."
When Murong Ming heard the adults say that they would send him to a martial arts school, a little hope ignited in his heart.
There is no need to write every day in the martial arts school, all you need to do is punch and run and jump. It will definitely be a better place to live than in the palace or at home.
Murong Xun was just speaking in anger.
Since the founding of the Yu Dynasty, no prince had ever sent his son to a martial arts academy. Most of those who were sent there were those who had failed to continue their studies and wanted to pursue a military career.
"In that case, then you go to the martial arts school!" Murong Xun simply decided to send Murong Ming to the martial arts school to suffer.
After Murong Ming suffered for a while and repented, he took his son back.
"Let's go!" Murong Ming shouted with his chest puffed out.
…
The first month of the year is completely over.
In early February, a new plaque was hung on the former haunted house in the southeast corner of Chang'an:
Heishan Prefecture.
It’s not Hao Mansion, it’s Heishan Mansion.
When the neighbors saw it, they thought it was funny at first. Who would give a family such a strange name?
But after laughing for a few times, someone casually said:
“If you don’t know, you might think it’s a place that sells Black Mountain ink and Black Mountain cloth.”
When this sentence came out, everyone suddenly stopped laughing.
They remembered that the emperor had appointed a new imperial merchant from Lingnan to settle in the capital on New Year's Eve, and that the imperial merchant had started his business by trading Black Mountain ink and Black Mountain cloth.
In recent days, several shops with "Heishan" signs have appeared in Beijing, specializing in selling Heishan cloth and Heishan ink.
"Could this be..."
"Last time they said they were from Lingnan..."
Everyone looked at the Black Mountain Mansion in confusion, and suddenly felt that the haunted house in the past did not look haunted at all, and it even emitted a faint golden aura of wealth.
The neighbors were immersed in surprise as the door of Heishan Mansion creaked open.
More than a dozen people walked out at once, looking very imposing, as if they were going to do something big.
Su Zhizhi walked in front in riding clothes, with a small snakeskin whip wrapped around her waist.
"Mom, do you know how the martial arts school will test you?" Su Zhizhi looked up and asked.
Wu Yingniang: "I'll probably find someone to fight you."
Fighting to enter school.
Su Zhizhi held her head high and chest out, she was going to fight in the ring!
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