nucmednet Chapter 982 He is really a dirty guy
Chapter 982 He is really a dirty guy
Song Shenzhi felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.
All his conjectures became reality. He turned and left the house.
He stood in the yard, letting the cold frost and snow cover his face.
Two lines of clear tears condensed into frost.
He is not the son of his parents, he was really picked up. But he is lucky, right? His father taught him to read and write, to read the books of sages, to understand the principles of sages, to know how to be grateful, and to understand honor and disgrace.
Song Shenzhi sorted out his thoughts, his sadness faded away, and he also understood his mother's estrangement from him.
If a child is not your own, you cannot get close to him/her.
But a trace of doubt crept into my mind. If I was not my parents' child, why did I have similarities with my younger brother?
Could it be that my younger brother isn’t also my parents’ child?
Suddenly, Song Shenzhi's chest shook violently. He understood. He was his mother's son, but not his father's son... Oh my God!
His eyes went dark and he almost fell down.
Song Shenzhi had seen his parents' love since he was a child. He also knew that his parents were childhood sweethearts.
He even knew that his father was poor when he was studying and that his mother saved money and secretly gave money to his father.
These were stories he had heard so many times since childhood. The suspicion in his heart slowly cleared the fog and floated to his mind, making him bitter and painful.
Under what circumstances would a woman become pregnant with another man's child and then turn around and marry her childhood sweetheart?
The mother must have been forced! And she gave birth to an evil child.
And he is that evil creature!
Song Shenzhi unraveled the mystery and felt that he had touched the truth within the truth.
He is his mother's shame! No wonder his mother hates him and despises him.
He remembered that one Lantern Festival when he was a child, his younger brother threw himself into his mother's arms and acted coquettishly.
He was so envious and wanted to get closer to his mother, so he just pulled her sleeve, but she pushed him away.
It's as if he is some kind of dirty thing!
It turns out that he is indeed a dirty guy! No wonder his mother dislikes him.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Shenzhi's whole body was almost frozen, and then he remembered that he had gone into his parents' room to light a charcoal fire.
Miss Nanyan told him that it was cold in Tiema City and the princess had ordered him not to be reluctant to use the charcoal fire, as it would cost more money to buy medicine and see a doctor if he got sick from the cold.
Song Shenzhi finally knocked on the door and asked hoarsely, "Father, Mother, I have a pot of charcoal fire, can you bring it in?"
This is the best silver charcoal, smokeless, odorless and non-toxic, and it is expensive even in the capital. It was unexpected that the princess could give this to their Song family.
Song Yuanjiu stood up and opened the door, saying softly, "We are not cold, put the brazier in your room."
After all, no one was willing to use it, so Song Shenzhi carefully extinguished the brazier.
He returned to the room and knew his brother was still asleep just by listening to his breathing.
He suddenly shouted, "Xizhi."
Song Xizhi responded to him, "Hmm?"
"It's okay." Song Shenzhi thought about it, and still swallowed the pain alone, "Go to sleep, and get up early tomorrow."
The next day, Qiu Zhiyan gave Song Shenzhi a bronze plate for entering and leaving the government office, with the words "attendant" engraved on it.
Song Shenzhi became Qiu Zhiyan's private advisor. He had no monthly salary, no appointment documents, and no official seal, but he had no worries about food and clothing.
that's enough.
Song Xizhi also went to work for the school. The school had not yet been located, so he had to follow the great Confucian scholars around.
Most of the great scholars were old, so he carefully supported and served them, doing his best.
He grinds ink and writes with it, and can imitate the different handwritings of great scholars, making them look real. He can even write in Japanese style, quite like a princess.
Huang Wanqian was surprised, "Have you practiced it?"
Song Xizhi looked up blankly, "I haven't practiced it." Then he nodded again, "No, I have practiced the Japanese style. The national style must be practiced hard."
He has a talent and can imitate many handwritings to about 70% of their originality just by looking at them once.
Huang Wanqian was extremely envious. He was old and could not practice the soul of the calligraphy. But it did not prevent him from appreciating and appreciating the excellence of the younger generation.
Song Xizhi's frivolous temperament, which was once only common among young people, has also been polished into calmness.
The lively expression between his eyebrows in the past has now settled into the insoluble ink in the inkstone. Even when he holds the kettle to add tea, his wrist no longer splashes a drop of extra water.
Huang Wanqian said privately, "This boy will have great fortune in the future."
Fang Yuchu said, "A person's life does not have to be devoted to the country only through a career in government. It would be comforting if he was willing to settle down and teach and educate people."
A few days later, Shi Anxia called Song Xizhi to ask, "Are you getting used to it?"
Song Xizhi replied, "Thank you Princess for your concern. I have adapted to everything."
Shi Anxia said, "Although you haven't passed the imperial examination, you are well-read and talented. I heard that you are familiar with the procedures of running a school, so I want to send you to Guicheng to assist Master Zeng in preparing for the school. Are you willing?"
Song Xizhi bowed his head and replied, "The criminal is willing."
That night, Shi Anxia sent someone to send Song Xizhi to Guicheng. After that, he traveled to various cities in Lingzhou and participated in the preparation of all the schools.
In fact, in many things, he is the errand boy and the main force, and he is very busy.
When the snow and wind were still blowing in Tiema City, a private school sprang up.
When the clear sound of a child reciting "Northern Wing Thousand Character Classic" was heard from South Street for the first time, An Xia and a group of great scholars came to celebrate.
Almost at the same time, this wind blew towards the newly recovered cities.
The plaque on the door of Qingcheng Academy had not yet dried, and on the official road leading to Guicheng and other places, in addition to food and heating supplies, there were also carriages loaded with book boxes. This sweeping cultural and educational wind had greened the barren border town earlier than the spring breeze.
When Anxia stood on the city wall, he seemed to see the battlefield where the Hu horses neighed through the sound of reading.
Ye Xun walked up slowly, and when he saw her standing alone, he stood beside her. "You said you wouldn't worry about me anymore, but you're still worrying about me. There's always work to be done in this world."
The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her eyes were calm. "We all have too many things in our hearts that we can't let go of."
The Lantern Festival arrived as scheduled. The clear and warm sound of reading and the lights lit up the hearts of the people that had been frozen for nearly a hundred years.
At that time, An Xia's reputation became even greater.
On New Year's Eve, Shi Anxia hosted another banquet for everyone, and also invited the government officials who had been busy on the official road for several months to celebrate with him.
The Song family was also among the invited guests.
The banquet was held in the Lantern Festival Square, where a simple warm shed was built. Porridge stalls were also set up around the square for people to eat.
Officials and civilians celebrated together, and Lingzhou was in good order.
However, a major event happened in the capital city, which almost made Xiao Yunde collapse: Tang Chujun disappeared.
Emperor Zhaowu received a secret report on his way back to the capital, in which he learned that Tang Chujun had disappeared after the Ministry of Rites completed the marriage proposal.
He also arranged for secret guards to intercept the news, not wanting Shi Anxia to be distracted.
On the night of New Year's Eve, Emperor Zhaowu arrived in the capital. He hurried into the palace and saw the retired emperor, who turned out to have white hair due to anxiety.
He thought of Zhuo Qiran, the white-haired man in Tiema City, and felt indescribably depressed for a moment, "Father, please don't be anxious..."
How could Xiao Yunde not be anxious? The secret guards he sent out one after another almost searched the entire capital. Such a big man actually disappeared out of thin air before the wedding.