Chapter 110

Lin Yan was sitting on the bed. Last night, he had such a long and real dream. In the dream, he was awarded a jinshi, awarded an official, and then something happened to Master Cui... Lin Yan frowned.

Lin Yan went on to recall that later, he found a foreign job, and now he died, and he was promoted to Beijing, Ren Jingzhao Shaoyin, and met a little lady who smiled like a three-spring scenery...

In the dream, the affairs of the court were not satisfactory, there were internal and external troubles, and he was promoted and relegated. He was the prime minister twice in his life. Being an official in the phase is also considered a good start and a good end.

Housework is much more comfortable. I have worked hand in hand with my wife for decades, and my two sons and one daughter are also filial and sensible.

Thinking of the woman who appeared in the dream from time to time, Lin Yan shook his head. It was indeed a dream, and it was too far-fetched. The "wife" in the dream was Shen Qian's daughterand Shen Qian, Shen Shilang, was the examiner of kenke. !

Lin Yan was a little ashamed. Xiao wanted to be the daughter of the examiner, but she made up the story of her family's annihilation. Really... Lin Yan never knew that he was so dirty.

However, Lin Yan couldn't stop thinking about the scene in that dream.

"In the year of the peach and plum, why did you leave the palace?"

"Leaving the palace due to illness." That Xiaohui was somewhat provocative.

"We are not a car that runs on the same road. We can go separately, and we can all be safe. If we try to stick together, if we don't keep it together, we will crash. Let's help each other, let's forget each other in the rivers and lakes." She cried very sadly.

"Lin Yan, I miss you too." She leaned into her arms and said softly.

...the whole dream was her, the woman whose small character was A Li.

At the end of the dream, the two were already old and walking in the garden, supporting each other.

"Ah, the autumn wind is getting cold, shall we move to Zhongnan Mountain for a while?"

She joked to herself: "You must be thinking about that osmanthus tree again. I've never seen you so picky, how can you only make cakes from the flowers on that tree? Could it be that the tree has the essence of the sun and the moon? Are you going to be fine?"

He smiled and said: "It's not that the tree becomes a spirit, but when you go there and see the flowers on the tree, you can't help but do it yourself. No one else can do it like you do."

Lin Yan smiled a little embarrassedly, he really couldn't imagine that his beard was gray, and he even said such loving words.

"An Ran—are you awake?" Zhao Che knocked on the door in the same year.

"woke up."

Lin Yan got out of bed in his clothes, put on his shoes, and went to open the door.

"Today I went to Yiyuan outside the city to enjoy the snow and plums. The road is not easy to walk, so let's go earlier." Zhao Che said with a smile.

Lin Yan nodded.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, and the scholars gathered in the capital, waiting for the examination of the Ministry of Rites after the new year. At this time, scholars have to submit articles to dignitaries and famous scholars, and find ways to gain some fame at the banquet and poetry festival, in order to spread it to the examiner's ears and add some chips to the exam. This is the situation in this dynasty, no one is allowed to be arrogant - Lin Yan asked himself that he was a layman, and he was not arrogant.

The scientific examination is a matter of hard work, the family is declining, the parents died early, and the family needs a person to support the door.

"Yiyuan used to be the garden of King Wu. The king was really elegant and said, 'Simi Sixue, if I enjoy it alone, it's really a sin', so I opened it up..." Zhao Che was still talking about plum appreciation.

Hearing him talk about King Wu, Lin Yan remembered what happened in his dream again. In the dream, the king of Wu at this time has turned into dust.

"...I heard yesterday that King Wu was at odds with the real person from before. With the real person's power, if it hadn't been for alchemy to blow up the furnace and die, this king might have had a hard time." Although Zhao Che is also a foreign county Man, he has not been in the capital for a long time, but unlike Lin Yan, he has a cold temperament and has a wide range of contacts, so he knows a lot about the dignitaries in the court.

Lin Yan frowned: "I've never heard of this."

"I also heard people say it, I don't know if it's true. It said that King Wu once..."

In response to the grievances between King Wu and Dadeqing Miaofu Yuan Zhenren, who had eaten the meal, Lin Yan and a group of scholars took a car to Yiyuan Garden outside the city. Since it came under the banner of appreciating plums and watching snow, it is natural to take a walk and enjoy a reward.

Whoever wants to meet a few girls head-on, all dressed in brocade, surrounded by fur cloaks, followed by many servants and servants, they are all noble girls in Beijing.

The gentlemen are quite graceful, avoiding them and letting the girls pass by.

The girls were also slightly blessed, and then walked over.

"Ah Chen, be careful."

Hearing the word "Shen", Lin Yan turned back subconsciously. An undersized girl stumbled and was supported by the girl and maid next to her.

The little girl's vague voice: "It seems that my dream last night was half accurate."

"How come it's still half accurate?"

"I dreamed that I fell and picked up gold. Now I almost fell, but I didn't see the gold."

Another girl: "Nice mouth again! Ah Chen beat her twice..."

The girls drifted away.

Zhao Che looked at the front and whispered: "The girls seem to have come out of King Wu's Bieye." Although everyone can come to this garden, not everyone can enter the Bieye. The ladies just now seem to be really expensive. Very.

Lin Yan nodded indifferently, but his heart trembled abnormally, that was clearly the Asi in the dream! Although she is still young, after all, she has been married for decades, and she is so smart and lively that it is impossible to admit her mistake.

When Lin Yan saw Shen Shaoguang again, it was time for him to explore the flowers.

Lin Yan finally saw that pretty face again. She was standing in the boat moored by the river, and there was a handsome gentleman next to her - this, Lin Yan knew, Shen Shilang's eldest son, Shen Zhiwen. I went to the Shen residence to thank the lord, and I had spoken to this Shen Lang.

When he went to Shen's house, Lin Yan was not without emotion when he saw the plants and trees in the house that seemed familiar to him. More and more people and things are similar to dreams, and Lin Yan knows that "dream" is not just "dream".

Shen Shaoguang smiled and looked at the two tanhualangs, oh, they are really good-looking. Especially by Jiangbianer, who has a cold and solemn face, the smile just now was like—Shen Shaoguang tried hard to describe it, and it was like a gentle breeze blowing past, Chunshan Xinbi.

Shen Shaoguang regretted: "I knew it was so good-looking, I also got off the boat to smash a veil or something."

Shen Zhiwen laughed and scolded: "The little girl's family is not reserved at all."

Shen Shaoguang pouted: "It's not just me. Last year, so many girls smashed your handkerchiefs and sachets, why don't you say they are not reserved?"

Shen Zhiwen was last year's Tanhua Lang.

Shen Zhiwen has always been unable to say goodbye to his sister, only rubbing her hair, "You can't."

Shen Shaoguang rolled his eyes, never seeing such a dictatorship.

Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Li Yue came to the upper floor of the building, and the two were also talking about Tanhua Lang, "This year's young man who is Tanhua is really handsome and has a graceful appearance. I heard that the one on this side is from Hedong Lin's. He went to visit the lord, Agu, have you met?"

"How do I see it? A Zhang helped him Aye entertain."

The Shen brothers and sisters visited Aunt Li.

Mrs. Li smiled and said, "A Zhang was last year's Tanhua Lang, and it is also a good story to come to entertain the scholars of this class."

Mrs. Shen looked at her son, shook her head, and said with a smile, "Azhang has let others compare."

Shen Shaoguang nodded with no conscience.

Mrs. Li laughed and said to Shen Zhiwen: "Don't listen to your mother, she is just the fragrance of rice in a pot."

Shen Zhiwen was used to being teased by his mother and sister, so he just laughed. That Lin Anran is very knowledgeable. They have already copied the poems they took for the exam, and they have read them with all of their peers. Later, I also listened to Aye's comments. From the article to see the character, I think it is a responsible person. It's just that people seem a little cold.

But not long after, Shen Zhiwen changed his mind on Lin Yan.

Lin Yan passed the selection of officials, and like Shen Zhiwen, he was awarded the secretary of the provincial school. The clerk of the school is not of high rank, but he is very important. Those who are not talented and academically talented and elegant are not allowed to take the position. Many high-ranking officials from the imperial examinations in the DPRK and China have held this position in the past.

The two go up and down together every day, and they are about the same age. Shen Zhiwen is only two years older than Lin Yan, and they have a relationship with Shen Qian. At this time, the host and the students are very close, so the two are quite close.

After being with him for a long time, Shen Zhiwen felt that Lin Yan just spoke less. In fact, he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

The two walked out of the imperial city and held their horses to say goodbye. Shen Zhiwen smiled and said, "Where is An Ran going? I'm going to go shopping in the East Market. My sister has been feeling out of style recently and feels a little unwell. My mother won't let her go out, so I'm going to buy some things for her."

Lin Yan smiled and said, "A is also planning to visit the East Market, let's go with Zibin."

"That's right." Shen Zhiwen smiled.

The imperial city was close to Dongshi, and the two walked together with their horses, followed by a servant behind each.

Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, then asked with a polite smile, "Nowadays, there are a lot of infected people, so it doesn't matter if your sister is right?"

"It doesn't matter, just cough."

Lin Yan smiled and nodded.

Shen Shaoguang was bored at home, and was very happy to see his brother back.

"You covered this again." Shen Zhiwen smiled and frowned, looking at Shen Shaoguang's mask.

Shen Shaoguang just laughed, took the Hu people doll in Brother A's hand, looked at it carefully, put his hand into the doll's cloth cover, held it up in front of Brother A, and said in a rough voice, "Langjun, how is your swordsmanship? We Let's have a match."

Shen Zhiwen smiled and pushed the doll away, "Wait for a while, I bought some autumn pears, and let someone cook some autumn pear japonica rice porridge for you, pour some sweet-scented osmanthus marinated seeds, it's not bad to eat."

Shen Shaoguang asked with a smile: "Brother can actually cook porridge?" Brother A is good at everything, but he is not good at this cooking, just like A Niang.

"But it's a recipe for diet therapy that a colleague of mine said."

"Could it be that Lang Jun surnamed Lin?"

"It's him. He heard that you were ill, so he said this recipe, saying that it is accompanied by medicine, which clears the lungs and resolves phlegm. The effect is quite good. The key is that it is quite delicious." She was squeamish and frowned as soon as she suffered, Lin Anran's formula was indeed suitable for her.

Shen Shaoguang couldn't have imagined that such a cold and solemn Lang Jun would actually be a person who likes to tinker with therapeutic recipes... Contrasting cuteness?

In the evening, Shen Shaoguang ate the sweet-scented osmanthus pear porridge specially cooked by his brother, and he even tasted the taste of his previous life - but the pear porridge should taste almost the same.

When Lin Yan came to visit Master Shen again, Shen Shaoguang was looking for books to read in the outer study. Seeing that the servant brought foreign guests, and said that Alang would be there in a while, Shen Shaoguang entertained him on behalf of his father and brother.

The servants brought tea, and some fruit cakes such as fresh ling, lotus seeds, chicken head rice cakes.

Shen Shaoguang and Lin Yan had tea relative to each other.

Lin Yan looked at the travel notes and "Autumn Collection" on the small table, and always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"I haven't thanked Brother Lin for the sweet-scented osmanthus and autumn pear porridge recipe. I feel good after eating it." Shen Shaoguang said with a smile. She has not yet reached the age of 笄, and does not consider herself a big girl. According to the usual names, she calls her father's friend Abo Ashu, and her brother's friend Axiong, instead of "A Gong" and "A Lang Jun".

Lin Yan pursed his lips, "Young lady, don't be polite." Then he took a sip of the tea cup.

Shen Shaoguang looked at Lin Yan, why is this little brother's ears a little red?

When he raised his eyes and met the girl's ignorant gaze, Lin Yan felt that he was a beast, and he remembered what happened in the dream - A Li in the dream would occasionally call her "good brother" when she was crying, begging and acting like a spoiled brat.

"An Ran is here—" Shen Qian walked in.

Lin Yan and Shen Shaoguang both stood up and saluted.

Shen Qian sat on the couch and asked his disciple and daughter to sit too.

Picking up a piece of cake, Shen Qian smiled smugly with Lin Yan and said, "Try the fisherman's cake made by the little girl, made with fresh chestnuts and chicken head rice, it's very sweet."

Lin Yan smiled and said, "The key name is good."

Shen Qian laughed.

Shen Shaoguang looked at his father helplessly, showing off again and again...

The author has something to say: This chapter is an extravagance of some little angels, parallel worlds, Ai’s parents and brothers are all there, and the family is happy.In this chapter, Axiu wears, and Lin Yan obtains the memory of the world in the previous chapter through dreams.