Meng Haoran was still angry with his family. Although he wrote poems in an idyllic style, he could not live a leisurely life.
His wife had an imperial edict. His family knew about it and was willing to add Han Xiangke to the family tree. She was the first descendant to have an imperial edict.
As for her background as a singer, it was not important.
He quickly came back and invited the county magistrate and deputy county magistrate to the house. Let the neighbors see that the Meng family has an imperial edict wife.
Our Meng family's imperial edict wife is amazing. She is talented and beautiful. She brings good luck to her husband. If you don't believe me, look at my grandson. This grandson …
"It's all because of Langjun's ability." Han Xiangke thanked Li Yi.
However, she still praised her husband. As a singer, she was good in this aspect and would never hurt her husband's self-esteem.
"It's all because of Gangrou. Gangrou recommended me to see the Emperor. I will repay her with the title of a national scholar."
Meng Haoran was ambitious. He wanted to work hard and complete the task well.
"My Langjun is a national scholar. You have endured hardships and finally have the chance to conquer Wu." Han Xiangke smiled sweetly.
She was talking about the couplet Li Yi wrote in the newspaper. "If there is a will, there is a way. Break the cauldrons and sink the boats. A hundred and two Qin passes will belong to Chu. Heaven will not let down those who work hard. Three thousand Yuejia can conquer Wu."
A singer who could be famous in Xiangyang was not given for free. She learned everything.
Meng Haoran was excited. He waved his fist and said, "Wait for me to give you a title."
He wanted to be promoted to a fifth-rank official.
The difficulty depended on who was facing it. If it was Li Yi who said that he wanted to be the county magistrate of Chang 'an or Wannian County, Li Longji would be surprised.
After a few years, Li Yi could get any official position he wanted. He could even become an official temporarily and then resign.
Everyone wanted to be a high-ranking official, but he did not want it.
When he returned from the sea, he handed over all his power. He only kept two second-rank official positions, one civil and one military.
Oh! The other official position was the director of Chang 'an of the Tang dynasty Calligraphy Publicity and Research Cooperative Association.
The director was traveling on the mountain at night. The director had paid the director.
Tonight, under the bright lights of Pyong Kang Square, a group of people were participating in the selection of calligraphy and painting.
Today was the first day of the competition. It was divided into eight locations, and Pyong Kang Square was the most lively among them.
The vice president, Zhong Shaojing, personally oversaw the event. He had the one thousand taels that Director Li Yi had given him.
The prizes for the competition would be provided by the Li Family Zhuangzi, so there was no need for Zhong Shaojing to worry about it.
His hands were clasped behind his back as he walked beside the nine tables. From time to time, he would glance at the calligraphy or paintings that others had made. Occasionally, he would glance at the southern section of Pyong Kang Square with a regretful expression.
He had chosen a good location, Pyong Kang Square, with the intention of attracting some people to watch.
The date and time were set. Unexpectedly, Nan Qu's' Great Master 'ran to the Li Family Zhuangzi and would not return tonight.
"Rewrite. This article is invalid." Zhong Shaojing walked in front of a person, looked at him, and shook his head.
"Alas!" The person sighed and saluted Zhong Shaojing. "The president is indeed amazing. I paused for a moment when I was writing."
This person admitted that he was writing and did not write properly. Ordinary people might not be able to tell, but he knew his own skills very well.
President Zhong Shaojing glanced at him and knew that he was indeed amazing.
"Vice president, the president is Her Majesty." Zhong Shaojing glared at him. You want to harm me?
"Yes, Vice President Zhong. You are the number one person under Her Majesty." The person who wrote the wrong words quickly corrected himself.
"The number one person under Her Majesty is the head of the secretariat, Bi Goo. The second is Song Jing, the third is Su Yi, and the fourth is Zhang Jiuling." Zhong Shaojing continued to correct him.
As he spoke, he looked lonely. He had also been the head of the secretariat.
"Yes, Vice President Zhong, you are right. I am talking about calligraphy. When it comes to official matters, Doctor Li should be the number one person under Her Majesty. "
The person who was reprimanded continued to apologize and correct him softly. Anyone with a bit of intelligence would know who had more authority.
"That's not too bad. You … when you were writing the word 'Wei', your little finger moved. Find a three inches wide and two feet long silk and wrap it around your wrist. You must have caught a cold."
Hearing Li Yi's name, Zhong Shaojing's expression relaxed as he tried to find the reason from the other party's body.
"Vice President Zhong is really amazing. When I was practicing calligraphy in the early morning, there was a gap in the window, and the cold wind blew in."
This person was frightened. He paused for a moment and did not know why.
"Hmm!" Zhong Shaojing replied and walked to the next table with his hands behind his back.
When he was an official, he was always willing to open doors for his own people.
As the Vice President, he did not relax. When it came to calligraphy and painting, it was his only pride.
The words on the Li Family Zhuangzi's newspaper and coupons were all written by him.
He knew that Yao Chong always wanted to get rid of him and throw him out of the capital. At the critical moment, Li Yi saved him.
The capital was close to the Emperor. Who would be willing to run away? Although he did not have a real position, he still had a nominal position and could receive a salary.
Usually, he would run the association's affairs and receive an extra salary. Every ten days, he would go to the Li Family Zhuangzi to collect things according to his official position. His life was comfortable.
He would get a share of the money from selling dictionaries and cihai. It was all for his own calligraphy.
"Li Yi is the only one who knows me!" Zhong Shaojing suddenly sighed with emotion.
"Who is that person? Did he call Li Dongzhu by his full name? "
A group of youths who had rushed over with dictionaries to watch others write were unhappy when they heard Zhong Shaojing's words.
In the entire capital, all the people with the surname 'Li' and the name 'Yi' had changed their names.
Just like Li Longji, other people with the surname 'Li' could not have 'Longji' in their names.
Many people were afraid of being implicated. Even if they had the surname 'Zhang', they would not have 'Longji' in their names.
In the capital, those who said 'Li Yi' must be Li Dongzhu from the Li Family Zhuangzi in Ba Shui.
"Are you stupid? Do you want to fight? This person is Zhong Shaojing. The words and symbols in the dictionary in your hand were all written by him. "
The leader of the youths raised his leg to kick his' little brother '. Do you want to hit someone just because they called him by his name?
"It's him? His calligraphy is so beautiful. "
The youth gave up on the idea of beating Zhong Shaojing. He used the light to touch the words on the dictionary cover.
Zhong Shaojing quickened his steps. He heard it, but pretended not to.
"Langjun, if you call Li Dongzhu by his name, will you be beaten?"
Han Xiangke held his son's hand and saw the scene in front of him. He asked Meng Haoran with a smile.
"Calling him by his name will make him unhappy. At most, he will come over to question me. I will say that I am familiar with Gang Rou.
The foreigners all call him Li Yi. They can't go to the pharmacy every day to treat their injuries.
Vice President Zhong's calligraphy was indeed copied by us, especially by Xiaojie. "
Meng Haoran praised Zhong Shaojing from the bottom of his heart. His calligraphy was average, but he was not afraid of others when it came to poetry.
"Langjun is right. Yifu is six years old this year. I used to teach him, but now he is learning to write from you.
However, no matter how good his father's teaching is, he does not know how to cherish it. He can use other people's methods to attack jade.
Li Dongzhu's calligraphy is also good. It is like the posture of winter plum blossoms, proud and fragrant.
Li Dongzhu's copybook is good for you, but Xiaojie's is more suitable for Yifu.
It is only the newspaper that says it is printed, but it is not very clear. What do you think of asking Li Dongzhu for his copybook? "
Han Xiangke saw that her son was anxiously jumping up and down to look at other people's calligraphy.
She first took Meng Haoran out. It was not that his calligraphy was not good, but that it was difficult to teach his own son.
Let's look outside. Other people's calligraphy is stone, but ours is jade.
Meng Haoran looked at his wife with tenderness and self-blame. His eyes were red.
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