It was dawn, and Xue Bai took Qinglan and a basket of green dates. He first went to Chang'an County Government. Seeing that Yan Zhenqing had not come to see the matter, they turned to Yan's house.

Anyway, the journey is not far, so I'll just take a walk.

The servants of Yan's house got up very early and were cleaning outside the door. They were led into the front yard from the doorman. Looking around, although Yan's house was not big, it was decorated very elegantly and plainly, with the characteristics of the clear and generous gardens in Shandong.

Yan Zhenqing was breathing in the courtyard to nourish his energy. He opened his eyes and saw Xue Bai coming, and sighed slightly.

"Students ask the teacher for Chun'an."

"Why did you call me teacher again?"

Xue Bai replied respectfully: "The so-called 'Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists', students receive the preaching of Yan Gong, regard Yan Gong as their teacher, and treat Dr. Zheng, the same is true for Su Siye."

Yan Zhenqing breathed again and said, "Where did you get the wrong place...Where did you get the truth?"

"Suddenly I recalled an ancient text I recited when I was young, and I wanted to present it to the teacher."

Qinglan obediently handed over a basket of green dates and said, "A little spring fruit will be presented to Yan County Magistrate."

Yan Zhenqing waved his hand and asked Qinglan to send him to the backyard, freeing his wife to deal with it.

He called Xue Bai and said, "Come with me."

The two walked into the lobby.

"I heard that Du Zimei is here, and "The Eight Immortals in Drinking" was sung in Chang'an City one day... You have entered the Imperial College, but you are still unwilling to stay idle."

"The students were indeed present and were fortunate to see Du Gong write and write."

Yan Zhenqing seemed to want to teach Xue Bai a few words, but said, "I am not your teacher, I must explain this matter clearly to others."

"Yes, the student is ashamed."

The next moment, a copybook was handed over to Xue Bai.

Yan Zhenqing let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "Your word is too ugly."

"Thank you, teacher." Xue Bai solemnly took the copybook, put it in the backpack, and took out a scroll. "Since the student entered the Imperial Academy, he copied two hundred words every day, and he realized that it was a little more beneficial. Please read it."

Yan Zhenqing took it and saw it was an exquisite long scroll. He thought that these ugly words covered this expensive good paper, which was really wasteful.

Let’s look at the first sentence again.

"In ancient times, scholars must have a teacher. Teachers are the ones who preach and learn to help them solve their doubts."

"Man is not born to know it..."

Outside the hall, the flowers and trees under the courtyard wall stretched in the spring light, and the woman's voice faintly came from afar, which sounded very nice and added a bit of brightness to this spring day.

Yan Zhenqing held the scroll in his hand and chewed it over and over for a long time, murmured: "Where did you get the article? This is not a parallel style."

This kind of article is different from poetry. Xue Bai obviously couldn't write it and said bluntly: "The student lost his memory and only remembered it was written by a gentleman named Han Yu."

"The literary style is simple and vigorous, with the ancient style of the Qin and Han dynasties. When you read it in one go, it will be meaningful. If you think of it in the future, be sure to introduce Han Gong to me."

"Yes." Xue Baiying said: "I still vaguely remember that Han Gong did not pay attention to sound and rhythm, rhetoric, and did not like parallel prose. He believed that articles should not be too flashy... Students were thinking that if parallel prose could be simplified, they could save a lot of paper money for the court every year, which would definitely save much more than the right prime minister."

This is something he has gained a lot since he entered the school.

Even when people wrote official documents, they had to use parallel verses. Often, they wrote the whole long scroll in a row of flowers. If they were really useful, they only had the last sentence.

This is his weakness, he can change it, but he wants to try to change the entire era.

“It’s too scheming.”

Yan Zhenqing first scolded lightly and asked, "Is this the reason why your essay style is unsatisfactory?"

"Students are ashamed."

"You should be ashamed." Yan Zhenqing shook her head, feeling that Xue Bai was really bad in all aspects, and she felt like she had nowhere to start. Finally, she said: "Let me talk about calligraphy first."

"yes."

"Sit down and hold the pen to show me."

As soon as Xue Bai picked up the pen, Yan Zhenqing had already frowned slightly.

"Wrong. Eight-point regular script emphasizes roundness and smoothness, and you cannot use the center tip. You can lie on the tip of the pen on the side, and write the word "Yong" based on the rotation of your wrist."

"yes."

Xue Bai was very focused and did what he said.

He knew that it was easy for Yan Zhenqing to be disgusted by the other party with a shameless attitude, so he cherished this opportunity.

"Write again, you must use your writing without will, and your will is not casual."

"Write again, use the pen like a cone to draw sand, so that it hides the tip of the pen, and the painting is calm."

“…”

"fool."

Finally, Yan Zhenqing couldn't help but shook her head and said, "You can feel the word "Zangfeng" from now on, and learn to restrain and release freely before you come."

Xue Bai felt that he had a lot of insights, and responded seriously and put away the copybook.

Yan Zhenqing looked at him and said with his hands behind his back: "Du Zimei's poem is well written, 'Zhang Xu's three cups of grass saint, take off his hat and reveal his head in front of the prince, and writes his brush as if it is like clouds.' You come today, and I think of studying from Zhang Gong in my early years and understanding the twelve meanings of the brushwork..."

Xue Baijing waits for the following.

Yan Zhenqing stopped talking, and thoughtful eyes appeared in his eyes. If the twelve meanings of the mind were passed on to this son, it would be better to pass on them to later generations, just in time to write an article in the style of Qin and Han dynasties.

"Along with calligraphy, you can understand the writing skills today. Then talk about your articles, poems and essays...ah."

Yan Zhenqing shook her head and took out Xue Bai's strategy from the Shelves.

On the same day, after Fang Guan swore to protect Xue Bai, Yan Zhenqing copied it and took back the manuscript. Because he was unwilling to take credit, Fang Guan had to know who proposed the two tax laws and who should protect him. However, if Xue Bai's manuscript was handed over, it would be a handle.

"Before learning articles, learn to avoid taboos!"

Yan Zhenqing was rarely a little harsh when the strategy was thrown in front of Xue Bai's eyes.

Xue Bai picked up the Ce Lu and saw that there were a few more "patches" on the paper, but Yan Zhenqing cut the paper and stuck it to his original words, and wrote new words in Duanli Yan Kai.

For example, the "minister" has been reduced by half, which is to avoid the name of Emperor Taizong of Tang.

When Li Shimin was still alive, I didn't care about these things, as long as I didn't connect the two words "Shimin", but now this taboo is written in the Tang Dynasty.

Xue Bai actually paid attention to these things, but the time he arrived in the Tang Dynasty was too short, and there were too many things to pay attention to, so there were inevitably negligence.

He felt a little cold sweat on his forehead, realizing that he was too eager to achieve success before, and even felt that waiting for the imperial examination next year was too late. In fact, it really took some time to settle down.

It’s good to precipitate, as an official in the Tang Dynasty, you need to have talent and reputation. Li Linfu suffered losses in this regard and would make up for it all his life. The lessons of the past must be learned.

On this morning, although there was only a moment of teaching, Xue Bai felt that it was worth it to worship Yan Zhenqing as his teacher with a thick face.

~~

"Langjun."

Qinglan came out of Yan's backyard with a basket carrying a happy smile on her face.

Seeing that the basket was still there, Xue Bai asked, "Don't you accept it?"

"I received it. The wife of the Yan family gave us a gift of yellow rice, saying that it was a New Year gift sent by relatives and friends from Weizhou, and we would like to try it. I don't know if I can collect it, but if I don't collect it, I won't want our green dates."

"It's okay, just help each other with the teacher's house in the future."

Qinglan nodded repeatedly and said, "The Yan family's wife is really good. By the way, isn't the husband going to send the young men to study? The Yan family Erlang is in the Wei family's private school in Changshoufang. The Yan family's wife asked the manager to say hello. The young women want to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they can go to the Yan family before they can study with the Yan family's three women."

"Does the teacher have three daughters?"

"No. Because Sanniang was sick as soon as she was born, she was adopted by Yan County Magistrate Yan's brother and sister-in-law, and only brought it back when she grew up."

"What disease is it?"

"I dare not ask in detail. I don't understand why I have to adopt my brother and sister-in-law because of my illness."

"What's the point..."

While speaking, I had already gone from Yan Zhai to Xue Zhai. The two places were only separated by a street, and it was indeed very close.

Xue Bai led his horse to the Imperial College.

At present, he has lived a very comfortable life with Yan Zhenqing, Du Fu, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming.

The suffocational years that struggled to survive between the struggle between the Right Prime Minister's Mansion and the East Palace seemed to have gone far away from him.

~~

Qinglan stood on the steps and watched Xue Bai walk away. He turned to find Liu Xiangjun and discussed how to steam the yellow rice to make it delicious.

Suddenly, Xue Bogen, who was sitting by the side door basking in the sun as the door, said "Oh".

"This girl, you seem to be around Liu Luo..."

Qinglan turned her head and looked at her and couldn't help but frown.

"What are you here to do?"

Jiaonu refused to answer, walked into the inner courtyard with a cold face, looked around, kicked a bucket on the ground, and said, "This is what Xue Bai said, 'There will be his own courtyard soon'? It's really broken."

"Anyway, it's not your place to live, you can't control it." Qing Lan stared at her nervously.
To be continued...