292 I’m Sorry

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date="2021-08-06"

title="292 I'm Sorry"

weight="132382"

series = ["The Grand Secretary’s Pampered wife"]

mode = "manual"

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The weather in the capital at the end of May is sultry and hot like midsummer.

It has been 20 days since Xiao Liulang came to the Hanlin Academy. He was listed in the Hanlin Academy for writing, but because he is a newcomer, he still focuses on studying.

In the morning, there will be a special attendant or attendant lecturer to teach all them, the class time is one hour, and the rest of the time is self-study.

If you don’t understand, you can ask the attendant and attendant lecturer in private, or you can consult a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy or a doctor of the Five Classics.

The highest official of the Hanlin Academy is a Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. He is in charge of the Hanlin Academy's major and minor matters. He is busy with official duties and generally has no time to answer questions for new officials.

Under the Hanlin Academy’s bachelor, there are two attendants, two attendants, and the sixth grade. They mainly serve as lectures. They are not limited to cultivating officials and concubines from the Hanlin Academy. If they have enough qualifications, they will have the opportunity. Entering the palace was for the emperor and prince to give lectures.

Xiao Liulang was edited by the Imperial Academy, from the sixth grade.

Wang Yanjun Wang and Tanhua Lang Ning Zhiyuan served as editors and editors of Hanlin Academy.

Under the three, there are nine doctors of the Five Classics, the eighth grade.

It is worth mentioning that among all the officials of the Imperial Academy, only Doctors of the Five Classics are hereditary.

Therefore, even if they are not high-ranking, they have very strong literary literacy and foundation, and their status in the imperial academy is outstanding.

In addition, there are two people from eight grade classics, two people from Zhengjiu Pin Shishu, six people from Ninth Grade Shizhao, and the first grade uninfluenced Confucian List.

The responsibilities of the imperial academies in the past dynasties were different. The master of the imperial academies of this dynasty was in charge of matters such as the command, history, Wenhan, etc., and also wrote the emperor's daily notes.

After studying for a period of time, Xiao Liulang and his colleagues gradually began to come into contact with some basic Wenhan matters.

Today, a surnamed Yang Xiuzhuan called Xiao Liulang over.

He is the oldest editor with qualifications. Not surprisingly, he will be promoted after the year-end assessment. Now all the editors of the Imperial Academy are under his control.

He asked Xiao Liulang to write an inscription, saying that His Majesty planned to rebuild the tomb.

After half an hour, Xiao Liulang handed over the inscription he had written to Yang Xiu.

After reading it, Yang Xiuzan frowned with great dissatisfaction: "You are the top pick in the new division anyway, are you at this level? Look at what you wrote yourself? This kind of inscription is given to your majesty, and you have to irritate your majesty. !"

Xiao Liulang paused, and asked: "Then, may I ask, which sentence will irritate Your Majesty?"

Yang Xiuzhuan looked unbelievable: "Which sentence can you not tell by yourself? Still using me to teach you? How did you become the number one champion?"

Xiao Liulang pursed his lips, didn't say anything, went back and wrote a copy.

As a result, Yang Xiuzan was still dissatisfied.

Xiao Liulang wrote seventeen or eight inscriptions this morning, all of which were sent back by Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu wrote angrily: "Why can't you even write a decent inscription? I think you don't want to eat lunch, stay here and continue writing for me! Write until I am satisfied!"

After that, Yang Xiuzhuan left Xiao Liulang and went coldly to the restaurant of the Hanlin Academy.

Xiao Liulang returned to the office with the inscription, and continued to polish, pick up the pen, and write the inscription.

The weather was sultry, his office room was like a steamer, and his clothes were soaked with sweat oozing from his body.

Suddenly, a head wearing an official hat came in, pinched his nose and looked around, making sure that no one was outside and flashed into the room holding the food box quietly.

A shadow was pressed on his paper, Xiao Liulang's writing motion stopped, and he looked up at him: "Why are you here?"

Ning Zhiyuan put the food box on the table and said, "I'll give you food! Just now I ran into Feng Lin and Lin Chengye at the restaurant. They asked me why you didn't come to eat. I said you have eaten."

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the food box.

Not a good dish.

His family was poor and the price of goods in the capital was high. His meager salary was not enough for himself every month.

He brought Xiao Liulang a bowl of Yangchun noodles, sprinkled a few chopped green onions, and brought a plate of braised bean sprouts.

That's... Xiao Liulang's room is too close to the concierge room. The weather is cold and fashionable. Now it's hot, it's really a bit big.

He hurriedly closed the doors and windows.

The taste is better, but the house is more and more like a steamer.

"Eat quickly!" Ning Zhiyuan urged Xiao Liulang.

Xiao Liulang didn't pretend, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and ate Yangchun noodles and braised bean sprouts.

The taste of Yangchun noodles was weak, and the taste of braised bean sprouts was salty, but he was not picky and ate very cleanly.

After only such a short while, Ning Zhiyuan was already wringing out water. really don't know how Xiao Liulang came here every day.

Seeing Xiao Liulang finished eating, Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly resisted the exhaustion of heatstroke and walked over to open the doors and windows.

A breeze blows, relieving the heat... but also in ecstasy.

Xiao Liulang put away the bowls and chopsticks.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at the dense pile of inscriptions on his desk, hesitated, and asked, "Yang Xiuzan embarrassed you again?"

Not the first time.

The first few times were rather obscure, and only had to rewrite it three or five times, but today didn't even have Xiao Liulang for lunch.

Ning Zhiyuan picked up a few inscriptions and looked at it, and said speechlessly: "It's much better than me. He praised me in the morning... I don't think you can write new ones, just take one and give it to you. Hand it in, I bet you haven’t read anything you wrote before!"

But it is undeniable that each of Xiao Liulang's inscriptions is indeed better than the previous one, but his first one was already amazing enough.

How did this guy do it?

"Did no one see you when you came here?" Xiao Liulang asked.

Ning Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I'm all eating, no one pays attention to me."

"Don't stay too long, go back early." Xiao Liulang said, taking out a naked silver boy from his purse, "This is money for meals."

Ning Zhiyuan waved his hand: "I don't need your silver! I can still afford a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

Xiao Liulang thought for a while, and said, "Okay, thank you very much."

Ning Zhiyuan sat here for a while again. It was really dull and unpleasant. It was really embarrassing for Xiao Liulang. He stayed in such a difficult place every day and was kept wearing small shoes.

Change him, I'm afraid he will resign early.

"You... forget it."

He wanted to persuade Xiao Liulang to give an order to King An, but in fact it wasn't King An to fix him. King An just came and couldn't call these people. Ning Zhiyuan guessed that it was Taifu Zhuang's instruction.

Let Xiao Liulang suffer a bit.

But if King An is willing to deal with it, he can protect Xiao Liulang a little bit.

How can say that the three of them are also the top three in this session.

But he also understands that Xiao Liulang is not such a person who violates yang and yin.

"You go back." Xiao Liulang said, "It's too hot here."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Ning Zhiyuan saw that he didn't want to go deep into this topic, sighed, took the food box, and went out cautiously.

In the afternoon, Xiao Liulang gave a new inscription written by himself to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiuzhuan is naturally a bunch of picky words. If it weren't for the rules, he might have to throw this pile of inscriptions on Xiao Liulang's head.

"Incompetent bungler!"

He was so angry that he sat back on the chair and glared at Xiao Liulang: "What are you doing with the pestle? Why don't you try to rewrite it!"

Xiao Liulang turned around and left.

"Hey--what's your attitude--" Yang Xiuzhuan gritted his teeth and was about to have an attack when King An suddenly walked in.

He looked at Xiao Liulang who was walking towards him, and at Yang Xiuzhuan who was making smoke, Wen Run said with a trace of guilt, "Isn't it time for me?"

"Why?" Yang Xiuzhuan changed his face in a second, stood up grinning, and walked in front of King An, bowing his hands in a salute.

King An avoided his ceremony and said politely: "There is no King An, only Zhuang Yuheng. Yang Xiu wrote too much ceremony."

"Ah...Yes! Yes!" Yang Xiuzhan laughed, scratching his head, and asked, "Yu Heng is looking for... uh... is there anything to do with me?"

King An said: "I ran into a Han University scholar on the way here. Mr. Han said that there are a number of history books in Yueluoshan's Library that need to be edited. Let Yang Xiu write you to take a few people there. It’s best to do it today. Finished."

The Cangshu Pavilion in Yueluoshan was donated by a folk hermit. There are many history books from dynasties and dynasties in it, but some of the history needs to be re-edited.

Yang Xiu wrote hurriedly: "Okay, I'll take someone there right away! Edited by Zhuang..."

"I can go." Junwang An nodded.

Yang Xiu wrote a bright smile.

King An looked at Xiao Liulang who had already gone out and said, "Bring Xiao Xiu's writings with you. I remember that he is very good at history."

Yang Xiu wrote flatteringly: "It's incomparable to you!"

But now that King An had spoken, Yang Xiuzhuan temporarily abandoned his plan to torture Xiao Liulang to write the inscription, and instead took Xiao Liulang and King An and his party to Yueluo Mountain outside the capital.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't go. He was called out by the attendant in the afternoon.

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