The protagonist’s halo

Xiao Han told his mother, Mrs. Yu, that he wanted to stay in another courtyard on the mountain for a while, and soon got permission. Even Father Yu didn't say anything, it wasn't an excessive request, and soon the luggage wagon and the servants and maidservants were ready.

In the early morning of the second day, the carriage bearing the mark of the Yu family slowly drove to the other courtyard on the mountain outside the city.

There was an episode on the way out of the city. A child rushed to the carriage when he was playing, causing the coachman to rein in the rope and stop the car hurriedly.

The maid hurriedly asked from the curtain, "Miss, are you okay."

Thinking that he might hurt the young lady, the driver who was driving just now became even more frightened, startled and angry, and slammed his whip, "Which naughty boy, dared to run into my owner's car."

The whip was just thrown on the side, and it was extremely intimidating.

No one on both sides of the road dared to come forward and say anything. This is a world where the literati is supreme, and it is also an era of the most important.

A woman ran out in a hurry to protect the crying child on the ground, begging for mercy in a panic. Looking at this car, you know that it must be a noble person, and it’s okay to hit the noble person’s car and kill him.

At this time, a clear and faint voice came from the car, "It's just a small matter, don't delay the journey."

The car was already spacious and comfortable, and it was also wrapped in silk and silk. Even if it was a weak woman, there was nothing wrong with it. Although Xiao Han did not lift the curtain, he knew what was happening outside based on his perception.

The coachman naturally did not dare to disobey the young lady's meaning, glared at the pair of civilian mothers and sons, steadily pulled the reins, and then lightly swung the whip, the carriage immediately moved again.

Just a simple sentence, the woman like Meng Amnesty quickly retreated to the side with the child, and no one dared to stand in the way, let the road drive away on the spacious road, the wheel crushed the place, leaving a deep Rutting marks. When passing through the city gate, the Yu family, as a noble family, does not need to go through any cross-examination, just simply say a few words and let it go.

Seeing that the carriage went far away, the people returned to their restlessness, and they started talking. The woman also took the child home and went to beat it.

"That seems to be the car of Shang Wu Yu's family." Someone recognized that Shang Wu Yu was a famous family here, and even the prefect of Zhoucheng did not dare to offend it easily.

There is also humanity, "The young lady in that car should be the Yu family girl."

There are only two girls in the Yu family. The older one has already been married to the Liao clan in Xunyang, and the second daughter of the Yu family is the only one who has yet to be written. Some people in the city know it.

Others sighed, "Girl Yu is really kind."

"I heard that the Yu family girl is still a famous beauty."

"It's just that I'm a little weak and sick. I heard that I had a doctor several times last month."

Standing under the eaves of the road, an 18-year-old boy with a handsome appearance in a Tsing Yi cloth shirt, he did not expect to hear some messages from the owner of the car. When he saw this scene just now, he also hesitated whether to come forward to help, help the women, children and children, and looked at the car as a decent family.

But I didn't expect that the other party was still a big family in this world, and I was afraid that it would be easy to cause trouble if his scholarly name was matched. Fortunately, this family daughter was still kind and there was nothing embarrassing.

This is Yang Zhen who has risen to fame in Zhoucheng in the past two months, and he is not a person in this world, but because of an accident, he crossed to the poor student Yang Zhen with the same name and surname. The original Yang Zhen studied hard for more than ten years. He is diligent and hardworking, but unfortunately lacks the most important inspiration for talent learning. If Yang Zhen hadn't come, he was afraid that he would not be able to be admitted as a talented scholar if he had read about his apprenticeship.

What surprised Yang Zhen most was the power status of the world's literati.

As long as you can create good poems and songs, you can make dreams come true. Rain-pray poems can call the wind and rain, poems of pity for agriculture can make farmland harvest, frontier poems can call soldiers and horses, let alone kills that have never been seen before. Demon exterminating demons, eternal life, such a wonderful and mysterious world, made his heart surging.

The most important thing is that those peerless poems that remember the five thousand years of China have never appeared in this world, and they are also stunningly talented when they are re-emerged through his hands. They have won recognition from the world, aroused visions, and even helped him directly. Gaining literary power is no longer a scholar who has no power to bind a chicken.

After discovering this, Yang Zhen knew how lucky he was and what a great road to the sky was in front of him. Even at the end of the hospital examination a few days ago, he won the enviable scholarship status, which was just a trivial starting point for him.

But Yang Zhen still knows too little about this world. Even the original body, because he was born at the bottom of the poor family, only has a glimpse of the iceberg of the world. For example, the aristocratic family that some people just talked about before, Yang Zhen didn't even have the opportunity to see. But now he believes that he will eventually be on the stage of this world and stir the world.

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The Yu family’s other courtyard on the mountain is also quiet and elegant. There is also a special cook embroiderer, which is comprehensive and thoughtful. It is extremely cheap and has nothing to lose. In addition, it is a small stay, and there is not much luggage on the carriage.

The maid didn't understand why the young lady asked her to bring so many pens, inks, papers and inkstones, her usual favorite objects, guqin board, and books. After arriving at the other yard, the young lady still looked like she was in the Yu Mansion, and she did not go out to enjoy the scenery, travel in the mountains and play, and she did not even let her wait on the side.

The other courtyard on the mountain is not like Yu Mansion. On the top of the letter, there are Mrs. Yu and Patriarch Yu heading the house. Here she is the only master. No one dares to control what she wants, and she won't say a word.

Xiao Han didn't know that she had come into contact with the traverser Yang Zhen at the closest distance on the road, but she knew nothing about it. The greatest help this traversing fellow gave her was to make her think of what she could do.

After letting the maid retreat, Xiao Han stayed alone in the clean study. He first studied ink, and then laid rice paper on the table. With her ink, he lifted his sleeves and wrote on the paper.

The handwriting she wrote was not the beautiful lower case she deliberately imitated, but Xiao Han's own handwriting.

The pen tip is as smooth as flowing clouds on the snow-white rice paper. It will only stop for a while when you need to re-dip the ink. That's it. When it gets dim outside and lights up, when the maid calls her at the door, dozens of ink stains are already on the table. The dry and full paper is the'masterpiece' of Xiao Han's hard work.

Because it was not completely closed, a cool breeze was blown into the wooden windows with delicate hollow carvings, and several sheets of rice paper that were not held down by the paperweight on the table were also lifted, and the same papers full of words were scattered lightly on the ground.

"Miss, you want me to come in and clean up." The maid stepped back from the door, and she did not dare to step into the study without Xiao Han's instructions.

Xiao Han smiled slightly and said, "No, you should prepare dinner first."

She bent down, folded these papers one by one and put them in a sealed bamboo tube.

At night, she also let the maid go down to rest, without having to wait on her side, she continued to grind and write, and she wrote at midnight until she felt a little tired, then put down the pen, packed up the paper, and fell asleep.

The mountains are clean and leisurely, as if isolated from the noise and troubles of the world.

Every day after that, Xiao Han did the same thing intently and earnestly, but wrote different content.

In this way, Xiao Han stayed in the mountain house for more than half a month.

It wasn't until the Yu Mansion wrote a letter saying that Yu Jia Erlang had returned from the imperial capital, and Xiao Han, as his younger sister, should also go home to meet.

And the butterfly that Xiao Han sent to this world on a whim just flapped its wings.

There were some more'miscellaneous books' in the market bookstore quietly.

The bound books are simply cut and bound with rice paper and twine, but the handwriting of the book title is written on the cover of each book, which is really unusual.

Even if you haven't read the contents of the book, you can be a master of calligraphy by relying on this handwriting.

Many students who entered the bookstore were attracted by the handwriting on the cover of the book, instead of treating it as an ordinary miscellaneous novel. With curiosity, they wondered which famous contemporary calligraphy master's work was, but I turned it over. Look, I only saw the signature-Mr. Huang Liang.

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"Qinghe." Yang Zhen just came back from school at the teacher's house, and was stopped by a friend on the way.

After he was awarded the scholarship position, he worshipped a great Confucian as his teacher. Qinghe was the word given by his teacher. Although Yang Zhen was confident that he could be admitted to the Jinshi, there was a great Confucian who had a reputation as a foreign student and had many connections as a teacher. It's very helpful, it can make his path more smooth, and others can't ask for it. In terms of power in terms of literary status, great scholars are comparable to the first and second grade officials of the imperial court.

That great scholar also took a fancy to Yang Zhen's potential. Several poems were quite amazing, full of aura, and the visions that aroused them were quite unusual.

Since Yang Zhen's apprenticeship, even the prefects were amiable when they saw him, which further strengthened Yang Zhen's belief in this path.

A friend told Yang Zhen enthusiastically, "I got a strange book in the bookstore recently, and I want to taste it with you."

To put it another way, it is to share, this friend has a hearty personality and a gentleman's style, in Yang Zhen's opinion, it is also worthy of friendship, but there is no doubt about his words.

After being dragged home by a friend, Yang Zhen only became a friend and got a rare orphan. But when I saw the contents of the book, I was completely shocked and stunned.

The book is full of all the sacred classics he is familiar with, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and the principles of the universe.

"Qinghe, do you explain the solar eclipse and lunar eclipse in the book, the mystery about the movement of the heavens and the earth, the reasons for the changes of the four seasons, and the length of the change of the sun and the moon?"

"Qinghe, do you think the steel-making salt and the mechanical theory in it are true?"

"Can you really make glass with pure and transparent colors?"

Yang Zhen couldn't hear what his friend said. It turned out that there was more than one traverser in this world.