The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

 Chapter 149 149 Dongshan Academy Literary Society 2

"You are the only one who is mediocre?" Su Yanli couldn't help but give her daughter a hard time, "If you want to be mediocre, do it yourself, but don't bother your mother with these insignificant things."

Su Ruojin hugged her injured head and pouted, "Then you have to stop the beauty from attacking, otherwise... hmph..."

"Let's not say that I don't have this intention. Even if I do, if all the money in the family is not with you, what are you afraid of?"

 “What if the beauty falls in love with you?”

 It’s not over yet! Su Yanli's face was bluffed, and he stretched out his hand to hit someone.

Su Ruojin held her head and ran away, laughing and joking, and kept passing Zhao Lan. She was sure that her father would not cross Zhao Lan and come to beat him. You should protect yourself well outside. If you are accidentally eaten by a woman, you will be crying. "

Zhao Lan:…

Su Yanli:…

With Su Ruojin, a little live treasure, in the lively atmosphere, the group quickly arrived at Wenshan Academy halfway up the mountain. When they arrived, there was a sea of ​​people in front of the academy. They still walked through the exclusive passage. In the honor of Prince Zhao, Su Yanli and his daughter sat in Su Xiangheng's academic office. Open the window, the wind blows through the mountains and streams, bringing you a refreshing feeling.

 Oh my god, it’s so comfortable!

“Dad, when Xiu Mu comes, our family will come to live in the small courtyard.”

Su Yanli’s poetic image of being blown by the breeze in the mountains had exactly this in mind, and he nodded gently.

Su Sanlang adapted to the unfamiliar environment. He couldn't sit still and wanted to run out. Su Ruojin pulled him back. Her task today was to take care of the little kid.

Today at the literati meeting, Su Xiangheng was very busy. After a while, he was approached by Zhao Lan's entourage. He came in and said hello, "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm too busy and I didn't entertain you well. Please forgive me."

Su Yanli stood up and said, "You're welcome, Shaoqing. The dog didn't cause you any trouble."

 When the two Su met, they exchanged pleasantries.

Su Xiangheng shook his head and asked with a smile, "How did you educate him? He was very self-disciplined at a young age, and I didn't even have a chance to put him to use. Now that you're here, I don't even have a chance to show off my merits."

“Young young man is so complimentary.” As a parent, Su Yanli couldn’t help but be happy when his child was praised, but he was still modest and thanked Cai Pei.

Seeing that they were almost complimenting each other in business, Zhao Lan interrupted their chat and asked, "Has the literary meeting started?"

“Yes, yes, I will take you out when I come in.”

The Literary Association of Dongshan Academy is located on the hillside. This large open space is similar to the playground of later generations of schools. It is mainly used for students to run or do morning classes. Down the hillside, there are either peach or bamboo groves. The environment is beautiful, quiet and pleasant, it is simply too It suits the atmosphere of the academy.

Zhao Lan and his entourage were arranged in the front row of the organizer and were asked to move closer to the rostrum, but he refused, "I don't know how to recite poems, so I just came over to take a look. It's fine to arrange them in an inconspicuous place."

Su Xiangheng glanced at the young nobleman who looked like an immortal. Do you still want to be inconspicuous? He smiled without commenting, but he followed his wishes and arranged them in a corner that was blocked by others. Su Ruojin stood beside Su Yanli and looked across, there were so many people in Wuyangyang!

 Between the organizer and the audience, there are two rows of low tables with pens, inks, paper and inkstones on them. Literati have already come up to write poems and paintings. They have already joined the meeting.

Su Ruojin looked for Su Yanzu and found him standing in the front row of the audience, but standing on the edge and not attracting attention.

Speaking of his brother-in-law, Su Ruojin admires him. He is very good at finding opportunities to show himself. If today's literati can stand out, then he will be admitted to the Imperial College.

The corridor behind the rostrum is blocked by gauze curtains. Although it is eye-catching, it is not clear who is inside.

Su Ruojin thought, could it be the group of people who were in the pavilion just now? It turned out that Prince Luo was sitting next to the rostrum. He seemed to be a guest today, commenting on the masterpieces of literati with the great scholar.

Who is behind the curtain?

Su Ruojin couldn't help but move to Zhao Lan's side and asked in a low voice, "Little Prince, who is there?"

Zhao Lan glanced at her and said, "My aunt."

Princess Yuehua? Is she coming to join in the fun?

Zhao Lan calmly glanced at the young man standing silently opposite. Just when Su Ruojin was about to follow his gaze, he withdrew his gaze and said, "The singers invited by Prince Luo will be there to add to the entertainment. People who come to join in the fun." A lot.”   Is this so? Who is the princess? If she wants to listen to singing, how many singers can't be hired by the princess's house? Su Ruojin thought gossipingly, could the princess catch her son-in-law if she wants to sing?

 A person chuckles.

The little lady was right next to Zhao Lan. He clearly saw the little lady's unnatural amusement. He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but smile.

 After a while, the first batch of poems were ready. More than ten students from Dongshan Academy acted as boys and presented the poems to the chief of Dongshan Academy and the great scholar from Beijing who came to comment.

Su Ruojin saw Su Anzhi pretending to be a child. She patted his father excitedly and said in a low voice, "It's my brother!"

Su Yanli was very pleased to see his son holding the literary works and walking calmly towards the great scholar in the capital. The smile on his face never stopped.

The wealthy nobles looked down upon the eighth-grade doctor, and the ordinary people in the capital looked down upon the eighth-grade official. His father and aunt thought he was not motivated, but Su Yanli was very satisfied with his life. He had a wife with a like-minded temperament, and his eldest son was stable and good at studies. , his daughter is smart and supports the family, his third son is lively, and his fourth son is in his prime of life when he is lovable. He feels that the more is greedy and angry, the less is unsatisfactory, and everything is just right.

It seemed that they had not seen the stunning masterpiece. The scholar and the mountain chief showed disappointment. As the host of the show, Su Xiangheng once again invited the audience, "Just now, the few people wrote about Willow Color in the Mountains. Who will pick up next and what is it?" theme?"

One of the literati raised his hand: "The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, I will write about the peach blossoms on the mountain." After that, he walked to the short table, picked up the pen and started swiping it. Seeing him writing what he meant, several literati couldn't bear it and followed him one after another and sat down. He picked up a pen beside the empty table and expressed his feelings directly.

 Everyone looked at it with great interest, and almost all stretched their necks to look at Xiao Ji.

 Behind the children's room, there were children standing. When the literati said a sentence, they would report it. When they encountered a wonderful sentence, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

Su Sanlang was not interested in any of this. He twisted around in Su Yanli's arms, obviously impatient.

Su Ruojin was not interested in the beauty of spring, such as pink peaches and green willows. However, she wanted to see how Su Yanzu could shine, so she didn't notice her brother's impatience.

Su Sanlang opened his mouth and stretched out his little hand to pull her, "Sister, I want to pee."

This naughty kid!

Su Yanli was about to stand up, but Su Ruojin held him down and said, "I don't understand these things, I'll go, dad, keep reading."

His daughter has always been a little grown-up, but Su Yanli was still worried and turned to look for Hua Ping.

He has a short mouth to eat and a short hand to take advantage of others. Who asked him to eat, drink and take the Su family's moonlight? Hua Ping accepted his fate and took Su Sanlang to go to the toilet.

Su Sanlang never really went to the toilet, and he had to be accompanied by Su Ruojin.

Su Ruojin had no choice but to follow.

Mao Ya and Qiu Yue also followed.

 Huaping took Su Sanlang to the toilet. After he came out to clean his hands, the little boy refused to return to the place. He ran around in the corridor, looking at the empty classroom for a while, and then went to the corridor to pick leaves. He had a lot of fun.

Hua Ping and Su Ruojin looked at each other and had no choice but to accompany him.

The little guy didn't have enough fun playing inside. He walked through the corridor, exited the Moon Cave Gate, and followed the path to a side door. After exiting the side door, he saw a mountain stream. The mountain wind blew through, shaking the bamboo forest, rustling, and fresh and natural. , if there are literati, it is estimated that poetry will flourish.

Suddenly, a patrolman passed by, and the leader shouted: "Be careful in the mountain stream, don't run around."

Su Ruojin smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me."

The leading patrol glanced at Hua Ping, who was crossing his arms, "Protect your little master."

Huaping nodded, "Yes."

Su Sanlang immediately watched butterflies and squatted to pick out ants, which was a great time.