Zhang Dingyuan went back and got angry.

"This dilapidated house dares to go out and clamor to see how I mess with him."

The dog-legged approached, "Duke Ning Guo went to Jiangnan, so he must have been looking for money. Why not cause some trouble for him in Jiangnan."

Zhang Dingyuan thought that his grandfather had a student working in Jiangnan and his position was not low, so he could get something fun for Jia Zhen.

"You can take a trip for me in person."

"yes."

Zhang Dingyuan was still unwilling to accept it, thinking that this was not enough, so he had to do something more.

Another traitor stepped forward and said, "There are a lot of rags in Ningguo Mansion, why don't you start here?

You can't beat him to death, and you can also give Jia Rong a little color, which will make him anxious and have no intention of studying."

Zhang Dingyuan thought, this method was good.

"Start with his family's bad things, make these things go all over the city, and let the Censorate participate in Ningguo Mansion, hahaha, I have jokes all year round."

"You will send someone to collect bad things tomorrow morning, and we will give him some fun."

"Brother is wise."

On the 16th day of the first lunar month, Jia Rong and Jia Lan got up early in the morning.

Jia Lan was yawning and was taken to the West Flower Hall of Ningguo Mansion by the old man.

Jia Rong also changed into clothes for going out.

The lights are on the third day and the chickens are on the fifth day, which is when men are studying.

Starting today, this year's study will officially begin.

Jia Rong greeted Li Wan.

Li Wan smiled and said, "Boy Lan has to support you, you have to help me keep a close eye on him."

Jia Rong was also drowsy, "Go out."

Xiao Si carried the things Li Wan prepared and went out with the master.

One big and one small yawned, shaking out the door.

The first lesson of the school year is very boring, and the children of a little powerful family did not come.

Among the nobles, only Jia Rong and Jia Lan studied diligently.

However, those children from poor families entered school early.

As soon as he entered the school, Jia Rong was treated with attention.

Many students pointed at him.

"Brother Jia."

Fake breasts?

Why is this name so weird?

"Hello, classmate Rong."

Jia Rong turned around and happened to see a group of students entering the school.

"Hello."

"A song about plum blossoms is known all over the world, Jia Rong from Class A is famous."

"You actually defeated Wang Qiyuan, it's amazing."

"The name of a talented man in Kyoto is about to be replaced."

"Brother Jia, I will hold a banquet tonight and sincerely invite you to the Home Inn Restaurant for a drink."

Jia Rong waved her hand, "If I don't go, I'm going to attend next year's spring exam. I don't have to consider me for any banquet."

"Next year's spring exam? Aren't you the scholar who only took the exam last year?"

"Two major tests in three years, Brother Jia, you are too proud."

Jia Rong was a little disgusted with the word "fake breast".

Should I go to Zhushan lay Buddhist to write a word?

The surname is Jia, his name is Rong, his name is XX, and his name is XX.

It's very imposing when you say it.

If you don’t talk to them too much, Jia Rong went to find Zhushan lay Buddhists.

Zhushan layman's residence was in Chongming Academy, but he had no classes and didn't like to move, so he stayed in the hut and didn't leave.

Jia Lan was reading and writing in the hut.

When Jia Rong passed by, the lay Buddhist Zhushan was wearing a quilt and laying on the bed to watch "Three Musketeers".

Seeing Jia Rong coming, he moved the candle to the side, "This book you wrote is good."

"It wasn't written by me, it was written by Dumas."

The lay Buddhist Zhushan rolled his eyes and thought I was a fool.

Jia Rong sat down next to him, "Give me some words."

"The classmates are so enthusiastic, they have all kinds of names. The fake breasts are so ugly. Please give me a word to unify their names."

The lay Buddhist Zhushan touched his beard and was proud of Jia Rong's talent.

"I'm very happy to come and pick up the words when you come to me. But..."

"Just what?"

Good guy, you actually came to negotiate terms.

"You have a book called "Black Tulips" at home."

Jia Rong looked at Jia Lan and betrayed me.

Jia Lan and Jia Rong looked at each other and immediately buried their heads and dared not admit it.

Zhushan lay Buddhist: "Take it to me tomorrow."

"yes."

The lay Buddhist Zhushan put down the book, turned over and lay down, and he rolled up the quilt.

"You guy is good, you're just too arrogant."

The lay Buddhist Zhushan was silent for a while and said, "Highlights, respect."

"A humble person means respect and maintaining his position. Also, humble person means virtue. - "Yi·Xici""

He muttered, "You can't deserve the title of Ziqian."

Only great sages like Mencius, Confucius, and Laozi are qualified to use "Zi".

Or people with great merits can use "zi" as the word.

Jia Rong said: "I think Ziqian is very good."

The lay Buddhist Zhushan turned over and stared at him half-lying, "I'm so presumptuous."

"What I want is not the son of a saint, but the son." Jia Rong was a little proud for a moment, "Who said that my future achievements cannot be comparable to those of a saint?"

"Arrogant, arrogant."

"This is not arrogant, it is a goal and ideal.

I use Ziqian to warn myself to be worthy of my name.”

Many people think that ideals and goals should be kept in their hearts and cannot be expressed.

But he felt that if he didn't express his ideals and goals and emphasized them, who would still remember what his original intention was?

Jia Rong decided on this word and left with satisfaction.

The lay Buddhist Zhushan was a little helpless and soon devoted himself to the novel.

Although the background of the novel "Three Musketeers" is not Middle-earth, they still have some understanding.

The knowledge and culture spread through the Silk Road have little contact with scholars and are willing to contact Western countries.

For those who are good at studying, there is no big obstacle.

The lay Buddhist Zhushan held the book and slept and slept. The colleagues who came to visit him were curious about what book he was reading.

I took it over and read a short paragraph, and was attracted by the words inside.

"You'll see it when I finish watching it."

The other party was unhappy, "Look at the back, I look at the front, and do not interfere with each other."

Two people gather together to read a book.
To be continued...