Jiang Rao said: "Mr. Yan will accept a direct disciple every three years. Even if he occasionally sees amazing talents, there will be exceptions. Up to now, there are only more than ten disciples."

Yan Nan looked for the most famous scholar in Dazhao, and Emperor Zhaowu wanted to give him some face. No matter how many people broke their heads, they wanted to be his disciples.

As a direct disciple of Yan Nanxun, as long as he passed the literary test in the imperial examination, there was almost no chance of him failing in the palace test.

"Among Mr. Yan's disciples, there is one named Pei Songyu, my distant cousin. When he came to Jinling from his hometown to participate in the spring test of Bailu Academy, he had a dispute with the coachman who was on his way and missed the spring test. My father wrote a letter of recommendation and had an interview with Mr. Yan, but he was admitted as a direct disciple of Mr. Yan."

Although her father was idle and unmotivated, he was rambunctious when he was young, and he was addicted to having fun, but he was not a scumbag without real learning and talents, and he had a wide network of people in Beijing.

Yan Nanxun is her father's classmate and friend.

Although the two quarreled when they met, Yan Nan searched for her father's calligraphy and painting, her father damaged Yan's hard-to-find articles, and devalued each other to nothing, but they were indeed friends.

When she was a child, her neck became red because she saw the two of them arguing, and she angrily scolded her father's Yan Nanxun. But her mother told her that the smiling faces are not necessarily friends when they meet, and the enemies who are noisy when they meet are not necessarily enemies.

Yan Nanxun and his father, who were classmates in the academy for six years, had a life-threatening friendship.

Yan Nanxun will definitely read the letter of recommendation written by her father, and she will definitely find the time to meet the person recommended by her father.

"I can think of a way to ask my father to write you a letter of recommendation, but this is just an opportunity to meet Mr. Yan. Whether you can do it or not depends on you."

...

Jiang Rao went back to Jiang Mansion.

Pour water for Jiang Siye's tea, squeeze his shoulders and beat his back.

Jiang Siye had a cold face at first, ignoring this "little unfilial daughter", thinking that she must have something to ask for if she is so diligent.

But he couldn't bear it anymore, so he changed his mind to eat this set, and soon his face became unbearable, and he was reluctant to let his daughter suffer, and said, "Okay, don't slap me on the shoulder, just say what you want."

"I want dad to write for my daughter."

Fourth Master Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

His handwriting is in other people's places, and it is worth a lot of money, but the son and daughter raised in his family, it is not very rare to see his handwriting, why do you suddenly want his handwriting today?

But this small request, Jiang Siye agreed quickly, picked up the wolf pen on the pen, and put a little bit on the grind that Jiang Rao had just grinded, "What characters to write?"

After rustling, Jiang Rao took out a piece of letter paper that had already been written, "Write these words."

Fourth Master Jiang glanced at it.

Another angry beard.

This little guy pinched his shoulders and helped him grind it. The original plan in his heart was to serve him well, and then let him write a letter of recommendation to Rong Ting.

"Father." Jiang Rao called him softly, "You've always been cherishing talent, haven't you?"

"I'm a cherished talent." Jiang Siye shook his head, "It's not easy for him to live, how can he have any talent?"

Jiang Rao took out another piece of paper.

"Daddy look at this?"

Jiang Siye looked at her sleeve in shock.

How much is she hiding

"This is a poem written by the ninth prince." Jiang Rao said.

She and her father had the same concerns.

Rong Ting's situation in the palace, if someone told her that he had not been enlightened, she would not be surprised.

But letting Rong Ting write a poem for her, her eyes lit up.

...

Fourth Master Jiang took it over and looked at it, but he was silent for a long time, and after a while he said, "This word is well-written."

He has always been only picky about the words written by others, and it is a rare admiration in terms of good looks.

As for the content, Jiang Siye said in all fairness that he couldn't write such a thing if he didn't have any ink in his stomach.

I just don't know where the Ninth Prince read so many books.

Jiang Rao was relieved, and felt that it was safe to ask her father to help write a letter of recommendation, so she heard Jiang Siye say, "I can write a letter of recommendation."

Such talent, indeed, is a pity to be buried.

He has been traveling abroad for a few years, and he feels more and more pity for those students who have no chance to be appreciated. It is not that they are not talented enough, but their fate is not good. pity.

"My daddy is really talented." Jiang Rao immediately began to brag about her daddy.

"But don't be too happy, you have to promise me a condition."

Fourth Master Jiang felt that his daughter's thoughts had been almost entirely on the Ninth Prince these days.

If it goes on like this, even if there is no emotion, it must be cultivated.

He glanced at Jiang Rao.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, her daughter did grow up day by day, and she was about to get married.

It's time to show her her husband.

But as soon as the word "husband-in-law" popped into his mind, he wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat someone if he didn't know who it was.

When it comes to dating, you have to slow down first.

At least wait for him to take Jinling first.

All the stinky boys in the city investigated it to find out what he thought was suitable, and then let his daughter see each other.

The blind date for his daughter was not arranged, so he was blocked by Jiang Siye himself.

He thought to himself, why don't he think of a way first, so that his daughter is too busy to take care of the ninth prince.

He had an idea and looked at Jiang Rao, "Nian Nian, you have grown up now."

Jiang Rao didn't know why, but nodded.

Jiang Siye said: "There are several shops by the Qinhuai River that belong to us. We have left them to your uncle to help manage them for the past few years. Now that we are back, the shops should be moved back to our own hands. Since you have nothing to do every day, why don't you run a shop and make some money for your family."

After he finished speaking, he was extremely relieved. He didn't care about letting his daughter manage the shop and lose money to make money. The most important thing was that he must let her daughter have no time to take care of the Ninth Prince!

Jiang Rao: What is the gratification of her father's face that her daughter can finally make some money for him when she grows up?

But with bright eyes, Xiao Cai Fan said in a tone, "Father, will the money that I earn belong to me?"

Fourth Master Jiang is very like a landowner who spends money and loves his daughter. "If you lose money, you can find the housekeeper and take money from the treasury to make up for it. If you make it, you can put it in your small treasury."

When Jiang Rao heard the words, her eyes turned into crescents when she smiled, and she said happily, "Then I'll go to the shop, Daddy."

A business that can make a profit without losing money, do not do it for nothing.

Qinhuai River has a lot of news, maybe she can find some unexpected and useful things in exchange.

...

Three days later, Rong Ting left the palace late at night and had a long talk with Yan Nanxun all night.

After leaving the palace and returning to the palace, Jiang Rao asked her concubine, the reputable old lady in the palace, to use the money to settle the bill. Although the gatekeepers, according to the rules, recorded Rong Ting's whereabouts in the entry and exit books, they would not take it lightly. Reveal his whereabouts to the second person.

Ye was slightly frosted, and in the dark, cool sky, Rong Ting came out of the academy.

In the distance, the Jiang family's carriage was parked.

His eyes were deep, and he cast a glance over there.

Slowly, he stretched his brows. Zhanyan smiled faintly, and the world lost its color.

In the carriage, Jiang Rao, who had been waiting anxiously with the heater in her arms, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

In the womb of the seventeenth emperor, Queen Jiahe stood beside the seventeenth prince with a ruler in hand.

After she finished dealing with the affairs of the harem today, she stayed beside the seventeenth prince, watching him read and write.

It can be said that the seventeenth prince's studies were broken.

At the end of March, the Egret Academy spring test, small ten

Seven is the age to take the test. Concubine Xian's son, the third prince, had entered the Bailu Academy at the age of twelve. She couldn't make her son later than others.

Although Emperor Zhaowu's attention to Rong Ting made her uncomfortable recently, after Rong Ting moved to Shouhuai Palace, Emperor Zhaowu resumed his ignorant attitude.

Empress Jiahe was a little relieved. It was impossible for Emperor Zhaowu to let a disabled person inherit his throne.

It was a fact that Rong Ting's legs were crippled, and the little eunuch who had just been bought should have served him for so long, that's what he said.

She secretly stopped Rong Ting for a few years about entering Bailu Academy, and this year, he won't even think about it.

Thinking of the time when the Grand Master praised Rong Ting for being smart in front of her, and she never forgot it, she always felt that she would not hesitate to let the tiger return to the mountain by asking Rong Ting to enter the Egret Academy.

In exchange for a deep dissatisfaction.

Why, Rong Ting's mother was just that lowly palace maid, and Xiao Shiqi's mother was the one who came out of the hairpin Ying only, why was Rong Ting born smarter than Xiao Shiqi?

Thinking of the enchanting face of the palace maid, Empress Jiahe could recall the disgust in her heart when she heard that Emperor Zhaowu named a palace maid as his concubine.

From a humble background, the mother is noble by her son, and she can be a concubine.

In the previous competition in the martial arts field, Emperor Zhaowu saw Rong Ting's ability. If Emperor Zhaowu could see his ninth son, both civil and military, it would be a good change.

If she could, she really wanted to kill Rong Ting directly, but every time it was a little bit worse!

On the day when his wings were full, how could the child who was indifferent and private since childhood, who watched his servants get caned, and who died in front of his eyes, was indifferent, how could he have let her and her little seventeen go?

Empress Jiahe felt uneasy for a while.

"Concubine, look at what you wrote." Empress Jiahe, who had been sitting beside Xiao Shiqi with a sullen face, said suddenly.

When Xiao Shiqi heard the words, his body was tense, his hands were trembling, and nervously, he handed the paper on the case to Queen Jiahe.

Empress Jiahe glanced at it, her face darkened even more, and took a deep breath, "You..."

The seventeenth prince wrote poetry, which was much better than his peers.

But Empress Jiahe was holding him, compared with the best students in Bailu Academy.

"Stretch out your hand." Empress Jiahe held up the ruler and hit the palm of the seventeenth prince's left hand, hitting it three times in a row, the palm turning red, "How much is the difference between your poems and those written by the Confucian scholars in Bailu Academy when they took the exam? "

She hated that iron was not steel, "Last year, I asked you to take the exam at Egret Academy. You had a headache, and the exam was not as good as that of a child in the village. This year, are you going to shame your mother and concubine instead?"

"If you don't pass the exam this year, let's not say that Ben Gong will be compared to Concubine Xian. You are not even as good as that crippled one!"

"That crippled..." Little Seventeen whispered, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Will he go to the spring exam?"

"Will not."

"Why don't you let him go? If he fails the exam, wouldn't it make him humiliated in front of everyone?"

Queen Jiahe gritted her teeth in anger.

When Rong Ting was a child, she was too smart, so smart that she was frightening, so she often asked the maid to go to the Taishi to take leave, saying that he was ill, locked him in the harem, and forbid him to go out to study.

But he didn't expect that he would often sneak out of the palace during the day and night, and run to the library that was abandoned because of a fire.

The complicated and cluttered books in the library, for a precocious child, he can learn more and faster than being slowly taught by his husband in the school with others.

By the time she found out, it was already a few years later.

...

If Rong Ting is an unsatisfactory scumbag, she will naturally take advantage of this opportunity to embarrass him.

But she was afraid that if he got this opportunity, he would hold on tightly and soar upward.

There was always a ruthlessness in that child that would not let go when he got the chance.

Empress Jiahe glared at Xiao Shiqi, and became more and more annoyed. He used the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone for everything, and the words he wrote were not as good as those that Xiao Rongting practiced by scratching and pulling on the soil with a wooden stick. nice.

She said fiercely: "You read your book, and today you will have to study for two more hours. You can go out to practice arrows later, and you can't miss any homework. If you do well, Mr. Yan will accept another one for himself this year. My disciple, maybe you can do it. As for the crippled..."

She frowned and said bitterly: "You don't have to worry about anything, just concentrate on your homework. The road behind you is protected by Ben Gong. I definitely won't let that cripple stand in your way."

Now there is Si Ying and her in and out.

For Rong Ting, he couldn't give him the slightest chance.

...

The day before the spring test.

Before dinner, Si Ying had been waiting at the place where the maid who came to deliver the meal had to pass by. When she came, he cut it off, took the meal in person, and walked back.

He walked to a corner that was not easy to be seen, and saw that there was no one left or right, and quietly sprinkled some colorless and odorless powder into each bowl of rice.

Instead, he carefully tapped the powder onto the chopsticks.

Rong Ting was eating, and when he picked up the chopsticks, he paused for a while, his eyes

Swipe the tip of the chopsticks.

Si Ying was on the side, and his nervous breathing stopped slightly.

But Rong Ting just glanced at it, then picked up the chopsticks, and put the vegetables into the bowl without any doubt.

Si Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

On the second day, when it was time to leave for the exam, Rong Ting was still in a drowsy state.

Si Ying looked at it and knew that the medicine he had given last night had taken effect. A slight smile appeared on his face, and he hurriedly reported to the queen's maids.

Receiving the reward, happily, he walked back with the money in his pocket.

After returning to Shouhuai Palace, unexpectedly, Rong Ting was already awake.

He leaned halfway on the bed and looked at him.

There was a slight anger in the long eyes, and the cold face was so charming and charming, and when he glanced at him, his eyes were sharp, and he still saw hair in his heart.

Sometimes, he would feel that this master doesn't care, he has also tried it out, deliberately ran out for a long time and didn't come back, and the ninth prince didn't have the slightest suspicion, so he became more and more bold.

But sometimes, as now, he feels that his eyes are sullen, and he stares at people and shudders.

Being stared at by a ghost is more comfortable than being stared at by him

Si Ying felt a chill in his heart, the medicine could obviously make Rong Ting fall asleep all day, why did he wake up so early?

Fortunately, at this hour, it was too late to rush to the examination room.

He had a cold towel ready in his hand, rushed forward and said, "Master, you finally woke up, no matter how much I call you, I can't even call you, the servant really has no choice, I went out to find an ice towel for you..."

Huai Qing was on the side, also sweating.

Rong Ting used to get up very early every day, and it was unsteady to sleep. Even if there was a slight movement, he would get up and stay in the courtyard for one night. He was suspicious, as if he was afraid that someone would harm him if he fell asleep .

But today, don't know why, no matter how shout, can't call him.

It's just that can't get up on such a big day today...

Looking at the red sun hanging high in the center of the sky, Huai Qing's heart sank to the bottom, "Master, you finally woke up, but this spring test... can't catch up."

Rong Ting was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, anger rages on.

...

Hearing the palace maid who came back, Rong Ting was furious because he didn't make it to the Egret Academy's spring test.

A smile appeared on the queen's face.

She asked Yuying, "Is Little Seventeen back? How was the test?"

"Your Highness is back, but..."

Yuying said worriedly: "The palace servants who went with him said that this year, Mr. Yan has already found a disciple for himself. Unless the performance in the spring test is extremely good, so that Mr. Yan takes an extra person, otherwise, it is impossible..."

Since the beginning of spring, for several months, no matter how dizzy and exhausted she is after dealing with the harem every day, she has to accompany Little Seventeen to study her homework.

The reason is to take the seat of Mr. Yan's own disciple.

The third prince entered the Egret Academy at the age of twelve, and her son only became a direct disciple of Yan Nanxun at the age of twelve, in order to be better than one.

Seeing that she paid so much for this, she told her today that Mr. Yan has found his own disciple?

The queen clenched her fingers, full of jealousy, "Who is the new disciple Mr. Yan accepted this year?"