Chapter 52 Emei

Everyone closed the door to speak, and even the palace maids were sent away. Yao Rongrong didn't expect that it was just a sudden mention of this, which was heard by Xiao Shu, who had been going back and forth. She was both panicked and confused for a moment, and her face and ears were red.

Regardless of whether Xiao Shu is a stepmother or not, it's all something she can't afford to provoke.

The person immediately stood up from his seat and timidly lowered his head to apologize, "We didn't mean to..."

Xiao Shu sneered and said, "Although my mother is a stepmother, her father married her openly, and there's nothing she can't say. But inside the imperial palace, you've eaten the courage of a bear heart leopard. If you know something unclear, you dare to discuss anything. I'm afraid you're tired of having a head on your neck for too long, right?"

Everyone's faces suddenly changed slightly.

Jiang Xuening watched coldly.

Xiao Shu only said, "Please be aware that if I expose what you said today, none of you will reap good fruit. Tomorrow, you will learn the Book of Songs and also learn the qin with Mr. Xie. With this deadly skill, why not go and study and practice the qin? It will also save you the embarrassment of asking the master in the Fengchen Palace tomorrow!"

Everyone still had lingering palpitations when they remembered the situation in the Cining Palace today.

Previously, when we talked about it, the person we were talking about was fascinated, and the person we were listening to was also fascinated, but we didn't realize it. At this moment, when Xiao Shu spoke a little, everyone was frightened into a cold sweat, not to mention that she had no smile on her face, and was afraid of offending her. They were all told to go to the Empress Dowager or the palace, so they all agreed to it.

Jiang Xuening naturally has nothing to say.

Everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, so she followed suit and left.

The development of the offering of jade to Ruyi by the Ministry of Internal Affairs is completely unknown to Yang Zhizhai, but there are faint sounds of killing outside.

In the evening, everyone sat together for dinner, but no one dared to say a word more.

The atmosphere is awkward and subtle.

Only Xiao Shu remained calm and composed, like a carefree person. After finishing her meal, she went to brew tea and asked others if they wanted to come and drink together.

Who dares to speak in such a moment?

Chen Shuyi and Yao Xi, who had always been good friends with her, along with Zhou Baoying, who only loves to eat a few tendons, stayed behind to have tea with her.

Jiang Xuening is naturally the one who left.

After returning to the room, she lit a lamp in front of the desk and took out a volume of the Book of Songs, hoping to prepare in advance for tomorrow's school. After all, in her previous life, her academic performance was unbearable, but in this life, she had to be honest and stay under Xie Wei's nose for half a year. It may not be easy to fool her past.

Thinking is one thing, doing is another.

The book was right in front of her, shining brightly with the nearby lamp. However, every word fell on the book like ants crawling on the ground, causing her to be restless and unable to read a single word.

At one moment, I thought of the disaster that had befallen the Marquis's mansion, at another moment, I thought of the treacherous prophecy behind Yu Ruyi, and finally, all the things that Fang Miao said about the Three Hundred Righteous Children's Tombs

All flickering in my mind.

Jiang Xuening felt a splitting headache and threw the book onto the bed, wanting to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. She stayed up until midnight with her eyes open, not knowing when she would fall asleep.

I have thoughts every day and dreams at night.

In the dream, there was a patch of blood, snow, and swords falling. Three hundred children cried and screamed in fear and despair, echoing in the fluttering snow, mixed with the cold and sobbing north wind, spreading far and wide

She shook her mind and looked again, Xie Weili staring at her from the corpse mountain.

The next day, Jiang Xuening's face was pitch black.

The palace maids who came in to serve her with water were all startled.

But she remained silent, facing the makeup mirror and dipping it in powder, carefully covering the haggard area around her eyes bit by bit. When she walked out of the room, her face was radiant again, making it impossible to see any flaws.

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Today is the official start of school, and there are two classes in the morning.

From Maozheng to Chenzheng is the first hall, for a total of one hour. I followed Zhao Yanhong, the attendant of the Hanlin Academy, to study the Book of Songs; From the second quarter of the Chenzheng era to the second quarter of the Sizheng era, it was the second hall and also an hour. I followed the Crown Prince's young master Xie Wei to learn the qin.

So Zhao Yanhong came first in the morning.

This gentleman is also in his forties and fifties, and can be considered as a scholar in the Hanlin Academy. He is not very deeply involved in the political situation of the court, but he has learned a good skill of following the trend.

Jiang Xuening had long known that he, like the other two gentlemen, looked down on women.

But after reading a book with him today, I realized that even if I look down on women, they still have to be graded.

The Book of Songs is divided into three parts: "Feng", "Ya", and "Song". The first lesson is about the famous poem "Guan Ju" from "Guofeng Zhounan", which requires them to read and recite it proficiently. However, Zhao Yanhong taught them how to read it, saying that the poem was generally written around what it meant, but did not explain to everyone the specific meaning of each sentence of the poem——

Learn by rote.

Although everyone is selected as accompanying readers, not everyone has excellent knowledge in this area, and there are also uneven areas. So Jiang Xuening boldly asked what the word "芼" in the phrase "Uneven vegetables, left and right of them" meant.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yanhong's face changed and he scolded her, saying, "Yesterday at the beginning of the school lecture, he had already told me to go back and study. Now, what kind of books can you ask casually in school? I don't even know what to read!"

Jiang Xuening choked up and down in one breath.

In my heart, I only scolded: the teacher preached, taught and dispelled doubts. If I knew everything, I would cut off your dog's head first and then tell you what to do!

Just respecting the teacher and valuing the way, after all, it is a beam weighing on the head.

She didn't say anything and sat down in the end.

If it's just that, it's okay, after all, maybe this damn Zhao Yanhong has this kind of virtue and treats everyone like this.

But who would have thought that when he was reciting poetry and prose, he called Xiao Shu up. After listening to her recite it, he was greatly impressed and enthusiastically asked, "The word '芼' in the last section of the sentence 'between left and right 芼' has always been relatively rare, but if you want to understand its meaning, just connect it with the previous one..."

Xiao Shu said coldly, "Sir, I know."

Zhao Yanhong was stunned and embarrassed. The next moment he covered up the past and said, "Oh, oh, it's good to know, it's good to know. She is worthy of being the Xiao's noble daughter. She is really knowledgeable. I can rest assured if you accompany Her Highness the eldest princess."

Everyone found it difficult to say a word.

Shen Zhiyi, who was sitting in the center of the front row, frowned even more.

Jiang Xuening glanced ahead and knew that Zhao Yanhong was a pedantic and sarcastic scholar. She was afraid that she wouldn't need to make a small report and had also put her name on Shen Zhiyi's side, but she didn't know if Shen Zhiyi could tolerate him.

Before the class could reach Chen Zheng, Zhao Yanhong stopped and sat aside to drink tea, only asking them to read books themselves. When the nearby copper report was missed, he put on a good posture and received the courtesy of everyone. He took a roll of the book on the desk and swaggered out.

Xie Wei collided head-on with him when he arrived.

Zhao Yanhong was taken aback and said, "Mr. Xie's class at the second quarter of the morning, why did he come so early?"

Xie Wei was in a bad mood today. The wind was strong outside, so he wore a blue crane cloak and held a qin in the Xuan Hei qin bag. He stood at the steps of the Fengchen Hall and frowned inwardly when he heard Zhao Yanhong say so.

However, such a subtle expression is not easily noticeable.

He chuckled softly and said, "For the first time teaching the piano, I dare not slack off. To be on the safe side, I made more preparations, so I came earlier."

"I see." Zhao Yanhong felt that he was making a big deal out of nothing, even the book he specially edited was not necessary. However, Xie Wei, after all, was overpowered by a higher official rank, far from being comparable to their idle positions. Therefore, he only said, "Mr. Xie is indeed meticulous, and I am ashamed. This will not waste your time."

He arched his hand and bid farewell.

Xie Wei held the qin and didn't want to repay, so he only slightly bowed to him.

At this point, one of them came down the stairs and the other went up from below.

Jiang Xuening was already sitting close to the hall door, almost listening to this conversation. Her body, which had only relaxed after the previous class, suddenly stiffened again.

Immediately, a shadow fell on her desk.

Xie Wei walked in step by step from outside the hall and passed by her desk.

She dare not turn her head.

It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of a dark blue robe brushing past her that she quietly lifted her head and looked up.

===Kunning Section 66===

Xie Wei walked to the hall and stood still, not speaking. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, placed the previously held qin on the table, went to the qin bag, and casually stroked the strings. After trying the sound, he slowly put down his palm, slightly pressed the strings, and erased the trembling ending of the strings.

The two sounds of the sound test were as if a mountain spring was hitting a stone, and as if the wind was surging at the bottom of a stream. Hearing them made people's hearts and minds light up.

A person who plays the piano can say for a while, but the piano is definitely an excellent one.

Jiang Xuening fixed her gaze on the qin and saw that the body was dark red and almost black, with extremely heavy paint and hidden patterns like flowing water and auspicious clouds. It didn't look old, and even if she couldn't see the engraved name on the belly of the qin, she recognized at a glance that it was the most commonly used one among the qin carved by Xie Wei, called "Emei".

My heart couldn't hold back a moment.

She has no natural talent in playing the piano, neither knowing how to play nor listen. Her usual agility dissipates completely when it comes to learning the piano, like a lump of elm and wood.

In my previous life, I almost didn't cry when I learned to play the piano.

Fortunately, she became addicted to skipping school later on, and no one came to pursue her.

Jiang Xuening doesn't know many qin, but Xie Wei is one of them.

It was a snowy day, and the entire red walls and green tiles of the imperial palace were covered by silver snow. She and Zhang Zhe walked along the long path outside the Kunning Palace, and from a distance, they could hear the faint sound of the qin from the side hall of the Fengchen Palace in front of them.

So stop.

But the sound of the piano stopped soon.

In no time, Xie Wei came out of the side hall holding a qin and passed by the path in front of them. He turned his head and saw her standing together with Zhang Zhe. He glanced at her, then at Zhang Zhe, without saying anything, and went straight to the Qianqing Palace.

Zhang Zhe said that the famous piece of the qin, Emei.

Jiang Xuening curiously asked him, where did the scripture come from?

Zhang Zhe said he didn't know.

Jiang Xuening thought to herself, "Mount Emei has a snowy northern view, and the ice in the sea makes a pot?"?

Zhang Zhe still shook his head.

It was not until later that Xie Wei burned the qin and rebelled that Jiang Xuening remembered a rare and unknown poem, which said, "Once I rose to fame, I filled the imperial capital. When I returned, I even played with the Emei moon..."