This time, when the little boy ran away from home, Wang Yi, who had already become his master, came out to clean up the mess. As for the kidnapper Zhou Wendi, after playing with his new Junior Brother for a while, he waved his hand energetically and returned to the Palace without leaving a trace of a cloud behind.
Learning that the Grand Preceptor of the Crown Prince and Wenhua Hall's Scholar Wang Yi had come in person, Jia Daishan, who was enjoying the joy of family reunion with his wife, daughter, and son in the rear courtyard, hurriedly went out to greet him. Although the current Crown Prince was still young and didn't have much influence, and Wang Yi didn't really teach the Crown Prince anything, he didn't need to care about the Crown Prince's relationship. However, what he valued the most was Wang Yi's official position as Wenhua Hall's Scholar and his qualifications as the Emperor's teacher. Although he could be regarded as the Emperor's trusted aide, but in terms of closeness and trust, he couldn't compare to the Imperial Preceptor Wang Yi. Moreover, Wang Yi could be regarded as his father, the old Duke Rongguo, Jia Yuan's generation!
"Master, I don't want to study." Before reaching the gate, Jia Daishan heard a familiar and clear voice.
"No." The man heartlessly denied.
"Master …" The child shouted coquettishly.
Although Wang Yi and Jia Daishan were about the same age, but time seemed to favor this man. There wasn't the slightest trace of old age on Wang Yi's face. He still had picturesque features and a dignified appearance. If there was a change, it might be that he had a beautiful beard.
Jia Daishan looked at the little boy in his arms in surprise. Wasn't that his little brother?
"What's wrong with studying? Don't you see that the officials in the imperial court who can freely criticize and give pointers are also scholars? " Wang Yi asked without the slightest change in his expression.
"Bah! What's the use of a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken? I'm not a scholar, but I can give pointers to the world. " The little boy said, beaming with joy. He still bore a grudge against his second brother, who loved to read, and his mother, who favored his second brother and thought that he had great accomplishments.
Well said! Jia Daishan couldn't help but praise him in his heart. Although he longed for his next generation to transform into a literati, he couldn't get along with those literati who were full of nonsense. However, in the next moment, he began to worry for his son.
Silly child, the person who hugged you was also a scholar!
"Ah Che! The little boy sneezed, rubbed his nose, and complained, "Master, what is that fragrance on your body? It was too thick! "
Wang Yi's nose twitched imperceptibly. Was it too fragrant today? He felt that it was not bad! There was a unique fragrance that was similar to licorice. This was a new spice developed by the Bureau of Rites, and it had been specially sent for him to "evaluate".
However, since his disciple said that it was not good, then he would change it.
"Wang Xiang, sorry to keep you waiting. "As soon as he arrived in front of Wang Yi, the Jia Daishan saluted first. In this dynasty, there is no Prime Minister, but there are four halls and two pavilions, namely Baohe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, Wenhua Hall, Wuying Hall, Wenyuan Pavilion, and the East Pavilion. Although Wang Yi was not the head of the cabinet, the Grand Scholar of Baohe Hall, it was only because of his age. With his seniority and closeness to the Emperor, it was only a matter of time before he became the head of the cabinet. Therefore, Jia Daishan respectfully called him Wang Yi.
"My son is naughty and mischievous. If he has offended you in any way, please be magnanimous and don't bother with him." Jia Daishan first glared at the little boy, then smiled apologetically.
"It's fine." Wang Yi waved his hand. "I'll let Duke Rongguo know. I saw that your son was talented and intelligent, so I took him as my disciple without telling Duke Rongguo. Now, he is here to ask for forgiveness from Duke Rongguo. " Talk on the wall? X is nice to hear.
The little boy winked as if to say: Master, please praise your disciple a few more times! Your disciple can still accept praises such as smart and quick-witted, handsome and confident, born with great strength, and perfect shooting.
Wang Yi pursed his lips and made a mental note of this naughty disciple.
"This … Wang Xiang, you are too courteous. What virtue and ability does my son have? It is his fortune to have you as his disciple! Jia Daishan trembled. He was so young, but he actually had Wang Xiang as his disciple. Not to mention that Wang Xiang's knowledge was the best in the world, his previous disciple … was really amazing! At this moment, he just wanted to see if his ancestral grave was smoking. His father really cared for him too much.
"But isn't this too simple and crude? Let me choose an auspicious day, set up a banquet, invite friends and relatives, and offer the six gifts. Only then will it be worthy of your status, Wang Xiang! " Jia Daishan was already planning which family he should send the invitation to on the day of his apprenticeship.
"No need to go through so much trouble. It's simple. Later, send someone to send the six gifts to my house. " Wang Yi shook his head.
Jia Daishan was very disappointed that he had lost an opportunity to show off and shock other people in Rongguo Province, but he didn't dare to disagree.
"Look at how careless I am! After talking for so long, I didn't even offer a cup of tea. Wang Xiang, please come this way. " Jia Daishan realized that he and Wang Yi were standing at the door and talking. He slapped himself in annoyance and hurriedly asked Wang Yi to move to the study outside. However, he didn't see Wang Yi's face turn green when he mentioned the word tea.
"Goodbye. This official still has some things to deal with, so I'll take my leave first. " The stingy Wang Yi made a mental note for the little boy. It was only right for the son to repay his father's debts.
He squatted down and put the little boy down. "In the future, come to this teacher's residence every morning. Even if this teacher has to go to court, I will leave someone to supervise your homework. You will have your breakfast and dinner at my residence. Only at nine in the morning will you return to Rongguo Province. " "What do you think, Duke Rongguo?" Wang Yi asked out of courtesy after he had arranged everything.
As the saying goes, "My parents gave birth to me, and my teacher taught me." "Learning from a teacher is like being reincarnated." Once a child entered the sect, he would be taught by his teacher. His parents had no right to interfere, and some children couldn't even see each other.
Jia Daishan naturally didn't object.
"Then, Teacher, I'll see you tomorrow." The little boy looked at Wang Yi eagerly. Although he said that, his hand tugged at Wang Yi's robe.
"If you behave well, this teacher will buy you candied haws." Wang Yi's heart softened, and he said patiently.
"Okay, thank you, Teacher. Goodbye, Teacher." The little boy smiled satisfactorily and waved his hand.
Wang Yi paused, then put his left hand on the little boy's head and rubbed it. The little boy's face instantly broke into a smile. "That's right, Duke Rongguo." Forgive this official's slip of the tongue, but the Lian 'er is only this big. Don't let him go out alone. You should know that even in Chang' an, the security is not very good. " After saying that, he left the little boy, who wanted to cry but had no tears, alone and returned to his residence.
What? Didn't he have something important to do? Stupid! That was just an excuse to fool the Jia Daishan.
"What do you mean by going out alone? Stinking brat! Did you sneak out of the residence? " As expected, Jia Daishan extorted a confession.
"I … I …" The little boy stammered.
"Lian 'er! Lian 'er! You're finally back! " Fortunately, an excited voice interrupted at this time.
It was as if Jia She couldn't see Jia Daishan's existence. He dashed over from the street like an arrow. His movement technique was so fast that even Jia Daishan, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was shocked.
"You bad boy, where did you run off to? Grandmother and I searched the entire residence but couldn't find you! " She was extremely worried! Your older brother, I, searched the streets and alleys, afraid that you'd be kidnapped by a trafficker! " After a round of nagging, Jia Xie did not care about the little boy's reaction. She directly slapped the little boy's butt three times.
The little boy did not dodge. Although he grimaced in pain, when he saw Jia Xie's red cheeks dripping with sweat and a few strands of hair falling beside her ears, his heart felt very warm.
"Speak! Do you still dare to run away from home!? " Jia Xie said with a stern face and a rather imposing manner. She was quite good at bluffing people.
The little boy obediently said, "I don't dare." "Alright.
"That's right." She nodded seriously. However, her handsomeness did not last for more than three seconds. "Speak! What place did you secretly go to this time? Hundred Flowers Building or Yi Hong Pavilion? If you want to leave the residence, tell older brother! Do you need to run away from home? Next time, older brother will take you to the Bridge to watch a performance! There's a rock breaking on the chest … "The more she spoke, the more excited Jia Xie became.
"Older brother …" Seeing Jia Daishan's face become darker and darker, the little boy wanted to remind his excited older brother.
"Let me tell you! In Bo Gu Zhai, there's a painting of Tang Bohu's Autumn Wind Fan. The beauty in the painting is holding the fan and looking sideways. There's a hint of resentment and melancholy between her brows. Tsk tsk tsk! She's really trying to seduce people to death! I originally wanted to buy it and hang it in my study. Who knew that the boss would ask for four thousand taels! If it's a thousand taels less, older brother can ask grandmother … "Unexpectedly, Jia Xie, who was immersed in her own world, did not receive any information from the little boy. Regarding this, the little boy could only sweep the snow in front of his door.
"You bastard! "
When Jia Daishan heard that his youngest son had become Wang Yi's disciple, he was so happy that he could not close his mouth. Although he was the son of Duke Rongguo, Jia Yuan, when he was learning from the great scholars, he ran into many obstacles. The teachers from the rich and powerful families looked down on him, a martial artist. Time after time, he respectfully learned from them, but in return, he was repeatedly ridiculed. In a fit of anger, he joined the army and followed his father. Relying on his bravery, he gradually rose up in the army. After more than ten years of fighting, he finally had the chance to inherit the title of Duke Rongguo without losing his title.
The painful experience of his youth studying had always been a thorn in his heart. Every time he thought about it, whether it was his chest or the various old wounds brought about by the many years of fighting, he would feel a dull pain. Therefore, after pondering over the painful experience, he decided to train his son with all his strength. First, he wanted his son to fulfill his childhood dream. Second, he wanted his son and his descendants to no longer be ridiculed by scholars. Third, he wanted his family to be formally integrated into the imperial court. After all, the imperial court was in the hands of the civil officials. Unexpectedly, his eldest son was raised by his old mother to be a good-for-nothing. His second son, on the other hand, was studious and talented (Shi Clan's language). Therefore, Jia Daishan placed all his hopes on Jia Zheng and inevitably neglected his eldest son.
Jia Daishan casually picked up a wooden stick from the gatehouse. While cursing and swearing, he hit the Jia Xie's butt with the stick again and again.
"Ah!" Leng Jin was hit by this unexpected disaster. Before he knew what was going on, the Jia Xie screamed.
"Master! Don't hit me! Ah! Grandmother, save … Ah! " When he turned his head and saw his father holding the stick with a "murderous look", he didn't dare to ask what he had done and could only cry for help and beg for mercy.
Jia Daishan was merciless. Every time he hit the Jia Xie, she would scream.
"Why aren't you going to inform Grandmother!" He turned his head and ordered the servant who was already dumbstruck. Seeing the servant running to the back of the residence, the little boy wiped away his fake tears of compassion.
What a pitiful and deserving brother.
It seemed that the trouble his brother had caused wasn't too big. Father also had a sense of propriety, so the little boy didn't hurry to persuade him. Recently, he still felt a little displeased with his brother, but he was too embarrassed to do it himself. Now that he saw this happy and joyful scene, he felt that his hatred had been vented.
He couldn't take his eyes off the scene and clicked his tongue. He was just short of doing it together. This posture was really perfect! The stick hit the Jia Xie again and again, but the landing was very accurate. He only hit the butt and not other places. This martial arts skill was really superb!
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