Great Ye Empress

Chapter 131

However, Xie Yunzhi's poems are also well-written.

Looking at it alone, it can be regarded as top-notch...

But compared with Xie Yunchu's poems, it is not satisfactory.

Only Xie Yunxi misjudged the title and wrote the autumn scene.

Inside the Ronghe Hospital.

The daughter-in-law who was in the house with Mrs. Xie learned that Xie Yunchu had just returned, and Mrs. Xie, the second master and the third master took the three children to ask for the examination. .

Mrs Lu was worried, got up quickly and said to Mrs. Xie, "Mother, Liu Lang's child injured his right arm. I was afraid that the elders in the family would not send the letter back. I'm afraid..."

Old Madam Xie was also surprised when she heard the words, she turned her head and instructed Madam Kong beside her, "Go to the old grandfather and have a look, and tell the old grandfather."

In February of the new year, Liulang is going to have a county test. At this time, he injured his arm, but he should not take it lightly.

The third room, Xie Wenzhao, pouted and muttered softly, "Don't be afraid of losing to my fourth brother in the examination and teaching, and smearing Mr. Ji's reputation, that's why you said your arm fell!"

Xie Wenzhao's voice was low, but she was heard by his mother, the third wife, Mrs. Chen.

Chen shi turned to look at Xie Wenzhao and motioned her to restrain herself.

Mrs. Xie now values ​​Rokuro, and if the old lady hears it, she will be unhappy.

Soon, Mother Kong came in through the door through the curtain, went around the screen, and saluted with the old lady Xie: "This old servant has gone to see it, but Steward Wei said that Liulang injured his right arm, and he has been practicing on the carriage all the way back. Writing with the left hand, the old man has given the exam questions, and the three gentlemen are all answering the questions at the moment!"

Xie Wenzhao's eyes were round, and he was writing with his left hand?

Xie Wenzhao pouted, and Liu Lang has been taught by someone like Mr. Ji, and it is not uncommon to know how to write with the left hand: "Left hand writing, what good words can you write!"

When Xie Wenman heard the words, her eyebrows stood up: "Luo Lang practiced on the carriage with his left hand for more than ten days, and naturally he couldn't write any good characters, but the fourth sister practiced calligraphy all day long, but the characters have not been produced so far. It’s time to reflect on yourself, this time I’m back... I specially found some copybooks for my sister, the fourth sister has to finish writing it, Yong He will go get it.”

Yong He should claim that he was, and took a small step out to get the copybook.

Those copybooks were originally found by Xie Wenman for Xie Wenhua, since Xie Wenzhao said Liulang's words...

Then Xie Wenman asked her to practice her calligraphy.

"Wen Man is right, the fourth girl's handwriting... needs to be practiced well, the 12-year-old girl Wen Lan in your uncle's house has already practiced her own handwriting, and you, a sister, cannot be compared. "The old lady Xie said with a smile.

When Xie Wenzhao heard Xie Wenman's words, Mrs. Xie agreed, and her face turned red.

Xie Wenzhao's words are actually very good.

But the Xie Clan of Chen Jun is a famous family, whether it is Xiao Langjun or the daughter of a boudoir, it is a basic skill to write well, and you must write your own character to be considered a good handwriting.

Old Mrs. Xie thought of the words written by Xie Yunchu in golden black script before, saying that it was a copybook that Wenman found.

Come to think of it, the copybook that Wenman found for Xie Wenzhao this time will not be bad.

"The fourth sister can hear you, you have to practice hard. While I'm at home these days, the fourth sister makes a copy every day and sends someone to bring it over. I'll take a look for the fourth sister." Xie Wenman showed the demeanor of the eldest sister.

"Fourth girl, your eldest sister's calligraphy is well-known among noble ladies of the noble family. If you can get your eldest sister's advice, you must practice hard!" Madam Xie was like a mirror in her heart, knowing that Xie Wenman wanted to cure Xie Wenzhao.

It is also outrageous that Xie Wenzhao was spoiled by the Chen family. It would be better if Xie Wenman could discipline him.

"Yes!" Even if Xie Wenzhao was reluctant, Mrs. Xie could only obey.

"I don't know if my father will study Shiro, Goro, and Rokuro. What time will it be? Do you want to send lunch?" Mrs. Lu asked Mrs. Xie softly, "Mother, do you want to send someone over to ask?"

Originally, when Rokuro came back today, Mrs. Lu arranged both lunch and dinner at Rongheyuan according to Mrs. Xie's request.

Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie are old, and they like to reunite with their children and grandchildren, and have a lively meal.

"Well! The second daughter-in-law is thoughtful, let Mama Qi ask!"

Now that Xie Yunchu is doing well, Mrs. Xie is more and more satisfied with this second daughter-in-law.

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It's long past the meal time, and Mrs. Xie, Second Master Xie and Third Master Xie have been with Xie Shilang, Xie Wulang and Xie Liulang, and have never eaten.

Until all three stop writing.

Mrs. Xie started to comment one by one.

"Let's talk about the poem first, the questions of Shiro and Rokuro are both correct!" Mrs. Xie looked at Xie Yunxi, "The green strips are like green, and the yellow flowers are like loose gold. This is for rapeseed flowers, not chrysanthemums. Wulang... also Work hard!"

Xie Yunxi's ears were red, and he stepped forward to admit his mistake: "It's that Wulang has read too little, so he must be more diligent in the future."

"It's not bad for Shiro to write such a poem in such a short time, but... we still need to work hard!" Grandpa Xie said with a smile to Xie Yunzhi.

Xie Yunzhi hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Yes!"

Grandpa Xie held Xie Yunchu's poem in his hand with a gentle smile: "Xifeng's pinnacles are covered with remnants of snow, and the yellow flowers in the mountains are blooming one after another. The spring breeze is about to cross the jade waist slave, and the golden waves are chasing the fire and clouds. Liulang... Your poems are very good!"

"The old man was fortunate enough to have been to Zhongdu many years ago... I saw the rapeseed flowers on the terraced fields there, and Xifeng, Canxue, butterflies, sunset, and sunset, Liu Lang's poems... It reminds me of the early spring of the old man and his friends in Zhongdu. Memories of outing." Grandpa Xie couldn't hide his admiration for Xie Yunchu in his voice.

"It's just that Liu Lang has never been out of Yongjia before, and he went to Wuwang Mountain with him after June. How can he write it... as if he had seen it with his own eyes?" Mrs. Xie asked.

Xie Yunchu saw it with his own eyes.

In the last life, she and Ji Jingci had seen it with their own eyes.

Thinking of Ji Jing's speech, Xie Yunchu's heart was sore, she saluted with a long bow: "Master has a painting, the painting is the scene of early spring in Zhongdu, just now my grandfather asked the question... The yellow flowers are like scattered gold, and this painting appeared. In Rokuro's mind, there is this poem."

Grandpa Xie nodded, feeling that it was absolutely correct to let Rokuro take Ji Jing's resignation as his teacher.

Xie Yunxi looked sideways at Xie Yunchu, unable to hide his amazement...

Such a poem was actually written by a child like Xie Yunchu who is less than 14 years old!
He just wanted to break his head, but he couldn't make such a verse!

Xie Yunxi couldn't help but wonder, this Xie Yunchu was poisoned at the age of nine... Did he really lose his talent after that?
Xie Yunxi remembered every poem Xie Liulang wrote when he was a child, but at that time, most of Xie Yunchu's poems were as arrogant and arrogant as others.

Now, in this verse, it is a little more heroic, which makes people feel that their minds are opening up.

(End of this chapter)