The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 41

At the beginning, Hua Ziyao only told Chi Ruo that the destination of this trip was the capital, in order to actually invite an official from the imperial court to be the parent official of Muzhou.

On this day, Hua Ziyao went out all day, Chi Ruo took Xiao Lian in the room and did not go out to play, so he asked the clerk to find a pen and paper so that he could teach Xiao Lian how to read and write.

Xiao Lian is talented and intelligent, and he learns quickly.

After Hua Ziyao came back, Chi Ruo asked Xiao Lian to show Hua Ziyao the characters he learned today and the best characters he wrote.

Hua Ziyao also felt happy when she saw it, so she got excited and asked the assistant to prepare some paints to teach Xiaolian how to paint.

"Did the parents invite you?" Chi Ruo stood aside, watching Xiao Lian imitate Hua Ziyao's painting of plum blossoms, and drew one after another underneath.

Hua Ziyao adjusted Xiao Lian's pen from time to time, and said, "It is said that the adjutant below will be the top one first, and after the spring test in April, the officer will be sent over."

If the imperial edict does not understand the world situation, it is natural not to know how inconceivable it is for Hua Ziyao to say such a thing so easily, as if the imperial court ordered the officials to be in Hua Ziyao's hands so casually.

Chi Ruo just asked: "What is the spring test?"

Hua Ziyao clicked on the plum blossom that Xiao Lian had just drawn, and praised: "This is not bad." Then she pointed the plum blossom to Chi Ruo, and Chi Ruo also said, "It's beautiful."

Hua Ziyao explained: "The spring test is an examination system for the imperial court to select talents. There are spring test and autumn test. It means that if you do well in the exam, you can become an official, but except for the number one scholar, you usually have to go to the local area to practice first, and then you can get promoted."

If the imperial edict doesn't understand these methods, just ask: "Is it difficult?"

Hua Ziyao sneered, "It's just talk on paper."

If you don't ask any more questions, just concentrate on watching Xiao Lian finish painting the plum blossoms and then the orchids.

……

The next day, after Hua Ziyao went out, Chi Ruo took Xiao Lian to learn some characters.Xiao Lian learns to learn, feels impatient, and begs Chi Ruo to take him out to play.

Chi Ruo thought for a while, "I can take you out, but you can't buy anything, and I don't have any money."

The child only wants to go out now, as long as he can go out, watching is better than sitting!Besides, he could write down all the good things and tell Hua Ziyao.

The child was thinking about all kinds of small calculations in his heart, and nodded.

Chi Ruo tidied up and went out with the child.

Whether it is Xuanwu Street or Zhuque Street, East Market or West Market in the capital, there are always bustling crowds, and there is an endless flow of cars and horses.

Chi Ruo was afraid that the child would be hit by passing cars and horses, so he took him to Xishi, where cars and horses were forbidden.

Because of the prohibition of carriages and horses in West Market, there are many more children, and most of the things sold and played are mainly children's.

Xiao Lian cheered and ran away, following a group of children passing by with windmills.Chi Ruo frowned, and wanted to follow, but in the blink of an eye, a group of children turned a corner and ran away.

Chi Ruo was anxious, the young sister in the shop next to him saw it, and said with a smile: "Young master brought the young monk from the temple?"

Chiruo shouted the Buddha's name: "Otherwise, it's a poor monk's child."

The young sister was taken aback, but at least she is from the middle of the capital, and she is used to seeing strange people and strange things, or maybe this master has become a vulgar person, and the stubble on his head looks like it.So she turned to smile and said, "There's no rush, this West Market is not big or small, your son can play with them, and the older children inside will pay attention."

Then he dusted off the empty seats in the noodle shop with the long cloth in his hand, "Or, the little master is just sitting here, eating a bowl of noodles, and they must have run back before eating half of the bowl."

The young sister pointed to the people sitting on stone piers everywhere in the West Market, "These are almost all sitting here waiting for their children, so don't worry."

Chiruo was still a little worried, and because he had no money, he politely declined the young sister's enthusiasm, found a stone pier and sat down, tilting his head to look at the figure of the child.

Sure enough, after a while, Xiao Lian ran back among a group of children, was very happy to see his father waiting for him on the side of the street, and ran to show his father the colorful windmill in his hand.

Chi Ruo touched the child's forehead, although his face was already flushed, and the weather in March is not as cold as it was in the past few days, but Xiao Lian did not sweat after running around, Chi Ruo still took it from his sleeve Take out the cloth towel and stuff it behind the child.

The child moved, and the cloth towel absorbs sweat, so as not to wet the little clothes inside and get cold again.

If Chi didn't have such parenting knowledge, it was Hua Ziyao who deliberately reminded him last night, and asked him why he knew, and he only said that he used cloth towels when he was a child.

"Where did you get your windmill?" Chi Ruo grabbed the kid who wanted to continue joining the team.

Xiao Lian pointed to a little boy in the small team parked at the side, "He gave it to me."

Xiao Lian paused, and assured Chi Ruo: "Daddy, he has many beautiful windmills, I borrowed one, and I will return it to him when I don't play with it later."

"Then you have to take good care of it and don't break it." Chi Ruo reminded, and saw that the children in the small team ran to their parents for a while, and there was only one child in the small team, muttering Mouth looked this way unhappily.

Xiao Lian nodded, "Good Daddy, don't worry, I will take good care of you."

As soon as the words were finished, the child who was left alone ran over, reaching out to protect Xiao Lian, "Uncle, don't blame Xiao Lian, I gave the windmill."

Chi Ruo was stunned for a moment, but this child was very cute, he smiled and said softly: "I don't blame him, I just let him take good care of it and don't damage it."

The child shook his head and said generously, "It doesn't matter, I still have a lot, I'll give this to Xiaolian, I like him."

Before Chi Ruo spoke, Xiao Lian said from the side: "No, I can't take it. Daddy said, I can't sleep or eat if I don't get paid for nothing."

Chi Ruo thought about it, he didn't seem to have said these things.But he patted Xiao Lian's head to show his praise.

Apparently, the other child may have never met someone as determined as Xiao Lian, so he glanced at Chi Ruo with some helplessness.

Chi Ruo also patted his head, "What's your name?"

Xiao Lian rushed to answer, "His name is Xiao Jiu."

Xiao Jiu nodded aside, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, nine."

"Xiao Jiu." Chi Ruo shouted.

Xiao Jiu responded, and continued to explain, "Because there are nine brothers in my family, and I am the ninth, although now only my fifth brother and I are left in the family."

If Chi Ruo is not a curious person, Xiao Jiu is still too young to know what happened in the family, and there are only two brothers left.

Xiao Lian didn't understand, and asked naively, "Why?"

Xiao Jiu just shook her head, "I don't know, when I was very young, Fifth Brother took me."

Xiao Lian patted him and smiled brightly, "It doesn't matter, I will be your brother from now on."

Xiao Jiu nodded vigorously and rolled his eyes with a smile.

Who knows, Xiao Jiu is one year older than Xiao Lian.

All the children had a good rest, huffed and gathered into a pile, and ran again holding the windmill. Xiao Jiu and Xiao Lian were also among them, holding hands and running fast.

……

In the palace, in the National Teacher Tower.

"National Teacher, there is a young man in red asking to see you." A maid in white walked into the National Teacher's Pagoda, which was a bit gloomy and lonely in this nearly three-month day.

"Please come in." Layers of veils fluttered gently with gusts of wind coming from nowhere, and the voice behind the veils was young but vicissitudes.

"Yes." The maid exited the hall.

It was the first time for Hua Ziyao to step into this sacred and mysterious National Teacher Pagoda. She glanced left and right and felt bored.

The inside of the pagoda was empty, and a few candlesticks were burning feebly in broad daylight, only illuminating a circle around the body, and there were layers of veils inside.

There is no place in the tower that can go up. When you look at the top of the tower, there are layers of trestle bridges attached to the tower wall.

"The last time I saw you, you were just born," the voice suddenly came from behind the veil, with a hint of memory, "I was carried by your father and came to me, praying for luck, you are his first Boy, he's happy."

"Then, you conclude that this deity committed Gu Sha, and you want to drive this deity out of the palace." Hua Ziyao said disdainfully, he already knew everything about that year.

"No," the voice behind the veil sighed slightly: "It is still possible to solve the crime of loneliness, but there is no solution for the young child who died early."

Hua Ziyao sneered: "That's why I named myself 'Ziyao', the youngest son died early."

There was silence for a while behind the veil, and it took a long time before he said: "Your obsession is so deep that I can't do anything about it. But for the sake of the world, it is worth sacrificing you alone."

Hua Ziyao raised her eyebrows, moved swiftly and fiercely with her palms, and went towards the depths of the veil, but was blocked by the first layer of veil that fluttered gently, and did not move at all.

The national teacher's voice became more and more tired, "I invite you to come here according to the fate of the world, not to ask for your forgiveness..."

"The deity naturally knows why the national teacher invited the deity to come here," Hua Ziyao interrupted him, "My incompetent brother is about to be unable to sit on that chair."

"At present, the situation inside and outside the court is becoming more and more critical, and I am suffering from a serious illness. It will not be long," the national teacher said in a low voice, as if he was suppressing his cough, "I hope you can help your brother."

Hua Ziyao snorted coldly.

"At the beginning, I was the one who couldn't help you, so I don't ask you to forgive me." The national teacher was silent for a while, and continued: "The world's fortune is so big that it is difficult to explain it clearly at once. Now it's okay to say something you care about the most."

"Oh?" Hua Ziyao forced a little interest, "Do you know what I care about most?"

The national teacher's dull cough came, and the cough couldn't be stopped at all. He stopped for a long time, and when he spoke, his cold voice became laborious and hoarse, "Hua Ziyao, there is no day in this world that recognizes you as the master."

Hua Ziyao's complexion suddenly became very ugly, and said in a deep voice, "Is there something wrong with taking back what should belong to me?"

"That's right," the national teacher began to cough slightly again, "cough, but you have to know, this thing didn't belong to you from the very beginning."

Hua Ziyao shook his sleeves, "Since I no longer belong to this deity, this deity accepts his fate. Then this deity has no reason to help someone get something that does not belong to this deity."

The national teacher's voice was not in a hurry, and it rang at the moment Hua Ziyao was about to step out, "I heard that you have recently added a lot of people to find the owner of the white jade hairpin."

Hua Ziyao paused, "It's true that the national teacher knows the affairs of Qian's family without going out."

"I know."

"What do you have to do with this deity?"

"Come in!" After a long silence, the voice of the national teacher came from behind the veil, showing a hint of compromise.

……

Hua Ziyao returned to the inn and found that Chi Ruo and Xiao Lian were not there. After asking the clerk, she found out that Chi Ruo had asked him for a place with fewer carriages and horses.

Hua Ziyao searched all the way and went to West Market.

In a blink of an eye, Chiruo was found sitting on a stone pier in the West Market, and just as he was about to walk over, a group of children ran past him.

Hua Ziyao noticed with sharp eyes that Xiao Lian was among them.

So he turned to the side to buy three bowls of rock sugar water, and walked to Chi Ruo with them on a plate.

If Chi turned his head and saw him, Hua Ziyao would not miss the joy flashing in his eyes.

Hua Ziyao's heart sank.

There are actually two faces so similar in the world, except for a little red mole between the eyebrows, there is no difference at all.

Hua Ziyao sat over, picked up a bowl of rock sugar water and handed it to Chi Ruo.

The national teacher sat quietly behind the veil, with an indifferent expression, and looked up at Hua Ziyao, "What do you think of my face?"

Hua Ziyao's voice almost came out from between the teeth, "Very! Very! Good! Look!"

There is a little smile in a pair of eyes that are as affectionate as peach blossoms floating in water.

It was exactly the same as Chiruo who was sipping rock sugar water at the moment!

The author has something to say: No one cares about me, it's so lonely :)