Shengshichun

Ning Jia's face turned red, and she lowered her head and said, "Scholar Shen has extraordinary knowledge and unique insights. His works may seem easy to understand at first glance, but they are actually profound in connotation. You can gain something every time you read them. In fact, Xiaosheng is not I can understand it all, but I always read it and it’s always new, and I can’t stop.”

Although the young man was a little nervous, he was not alone. His eyes were calm and did not dodge, and his replies were also orderly.

Although he is only eleven or twelve years old, he has a rather steady and gentle temperament.

His face resembles that of his mother, so he is very similar to his sister, except that his eyebrows are broader, less charming than his sister, and more handsome than a man.

Pei Zhan has never been fond of good-looking scholars.

He sat down and said with an indifferent look: "Your parents are separated, and you choose to follow your mother, who has a strong family, and abandon your father, who has a weak family. What are your considerations?"

These words came too sharply.

Ning Jia raised her head in surprise, pursed her lips, and said calmly: "Ning Jia has been raised by her mother since she was a child. I sympathize with my mother's difficulties, so I chose to follow her, not because I have any concern for my mother's wealth. Pictured."

Pei Zhan lowered his eyes and took the tea: "That's not necessarily the case. Mr. Ning only has one daughter, and no other descendants. Now that you have changed your surname to Ning, you will inherit everything in the Ning family in the future. In other words, even if you don't Picture, that will be yours too.”

Ning Jia's cheeks turned red. He took a deep breath and said, "My mother not only has me, but also my sister. Even if the family property is divided in the future, it will never be mine alone. Am I the only one who was born to my mother? Sister It is not?
"I, Ning Jiahui, study hard, strive for fame, and make a living in the world on my own. Changing my surname to Ning only expresses my opposition to my father's character and my determination not to join the Fu family. It is not for money! I hope the general will not look down on him. I.

"Making this choice, I also know very well that it will lead to a lot of speculation from the world, but I have no regrets, because time will definitely prove the character of Ning Jia."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips.

Such a big thing happened at home that night, and Mrs. Ning and Fu Yun had a showdown in the front hall. How could he not know?How could he possibly sleep?

When Fu Zhen called for someone to call him, he immediately ran all the way to Yixintang.

Fu Zhen didn't let him make any choice. She only told him the whole story of what happened that night, and then put in front of him the evidence of everything his mother had endured over the years, how Fu Yun indulged Liu's mother and daughter, and what she had done. He was told in advance how Fu Yun would use his future to threaten him.

Ning Jia was just holding back, not stupid.If what Fu Zhen mentioned was only what his mother and sister had endured, then Fu Yun had ignored him and favored the common children in these years, but this was what he had personally experienced. Wasn't 12 years of despair and unrequited desire for his father's love enough to make him unbalanced?
He knew that his sister explained this to him in advance, hoping to get ahead of Fu Yun so that he could have more time to think clearly and figure out how to choose, so as not to regret it in the future.

He was also afraid that he would not be firm, so he thought silently for a long time in front of his sister.But towards the end, his thoughts became clearer.

He knew clearly that he had never chosen Fu Yun, even if he would lose a shortcut to a bright future.

He would rather have a difficult road ahead than to go ahead with an open mind.

But these words need not be announced to everyone, even if he has long expected to face these misunderstandings.

Pei Zhan's intention was not to embarrass him, but since Fu Zhen asked him to do something, he naturally wanted to understand the other person's character. After all, he had a father like Fu Yun. If he didn't talk about a few pain points, who would know the character of this child? How?

Unexpectedly, his test would be met with such a sonorous response from the young man. He turned his face sideways and started to look at him.

"How do you know I'm 'General'?"

Ning Jia was still angry, and he said in a low voice: "General Liang said earlier that he, General Liang, and General Pei will be our guests today.

"I heard that General Liang is already 25-[-] years old, but General, you look to be in your early twenties. Since your age does not match, you must be General Pei."

Pei Zhan leaned his elbows and said, "Then my surname is not necessarily Pei. What if it is General Cheng?" Ning Jia looked at him dully again: "The generals of the Cheng family are all the masters today. They will never ask What I just said.

"Furthermore, your dress and imposing manner are something Ning Jia has never seen before after living in the capital for 12 years. Therefore, it is not difficult to judge that you are a meritorious nobleman who is powerful and domineering on the battlefield."

Everyone in the world said that General Pei was so brave in fighting, so considerate to his soldiers, and that he was a first-class hero and good minister. Now that people are sitting in front of him, Ning Jia does not object to all the praises, but no one has told him this. How difficult it is for great heroes to get along with each other.

No wonder his sister specifically told him earlier that he only needs to follow Little General Liang - the Little General of the Liang family is better, he has no airs, is kind and approachable, and will find him so many good books to read.

Pei Zhan was a little pleased with the child.

If nothing else, at least his eyesight is still good.

After taking a sip of tea, he said: "Now that you know who I am, do you want to practice martial arts and join the army? If you are willing, I can ensure that you have a bright future, glory and wealth."

Ning Jia was stunned.

The person in front of him is a first-class nobleman in the Great Zhou Dynasty. His status is far different from his own. Not to mention that he cannot reach it now, but in the past - think about how difficult it was for Fu Yun to rise one or two levels. Ning Jia To be favored by his General Pei is undoubtedly a real wealth for him now!

If Ning Jia agrees, let alone Fu Yun who can't do anything to them, there aren't many people in the capital who dare to touch them.

There were sparks in Ning Jia's eyes, but after a moment he lowered his head in despair: "Thank you, General, for your love. Ning Jia is the only son in the family. If he joins the army, his mother and sister will have no one to take care of them.

"Furthermore, Ning Jia has been studying poetry since she was a child, so she should go to the examination room to try out her skills after completing her studies, so that she can live up to the ambition she has set since childhood.

"Thank you, General! I wish General Haihan!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply.

The hero didn't look like he was lying, but Ning Jia didn't want to compromise after all. He studied because he had ambitions, not for glory and wealth.

Pei Zhan's gaze deepened.

This guy is not only very discerning, but also very independent. He does not easily change his choice just because of the easy future. Not everyone has this kind of determination.

He said: "You can't enter the Imperial Academy now, but you will have to take a lot of detours in the future. Are you sure you can go on?"

Ning Jia nodded sharply: "I already know this in my heart. No matter what the road ahead is, I will just keep my head down and move forward!"

Pei Zhan nodded and squinted at the golden doorway illuminated by the sun: "If you want to seek fame, you can't rely on perseverance. Can you do it now by silently writing the best article you have ever written?"

Ning Jia pondered for a moment, nodded, then walked behind the desk next to him, spread out the Four Treasures of the Study, dipped his pen in ink, and put it down.

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