Ever since she realized that "Yang Fan had a crush on her", Shanghai Wan 'er had been flustered for a long time. Every time she saw Yang Fan, she would feel uneasy. Fortunately, Yang Fan did not feel this way and did not pursue her further. Only then did Shanghai Wan' er gradually adjust her mood.
Now, Wan 'er was much more at ease. She did not need to be flustered or avoid Yang Fan. She only glanced at him occasionally with a bit of bitterness in her eyes, as if she was complaining that he did not confess his love to her. No wonder Confucius said … the Headmaster must have been troubled by this inexplicable attitude of the opposite sex.
The problem was that Yang Fan didn't know anything about this at all. After a few more 'Cuju' sessions, he got closer and closer to Shangguan Daizhao. To Shangguan Wan 'er, this was clearly Yang Fan's way of expressing his closeness to her in a more subtle way. She enjoyed this feeling, and it wasn't as stressful.
Shanghai Wan 'er said with slight annoyance, "It's so annoying. I can't beat you even if I hit you for free. Didn't you say that you have never practiced playing cuju before? How can you be better than me, who has been practicing since childhood?"
There was a hint of coquettishness in her words, but it was only in her heart and not on the outside, so Shangguan Wan 'er did not notice. Yang Fan also did not know that it was the first time in his life that Shangguan Wan' er had spoken to someone in such a tone. He smiled and said, "It's just some leisure time to relax and train my body. Why should I care? Waiting for Zhao's ability is not here. In fact, Yang Fan also did not want everyone to say that this young man is good at playing football! I am a soldier now. I still want to fight on the battlefield and make great achievements. That is the style of a man! "
Shanghai Wan 'er said with a smile, "Yes! This is the ambition of a man. I thought that you have been flattered by those palace maids and eunuchs and got a little carried away. "
Yang Fan said, "How could it be! In my heart, the person I admire the most is Great General Xue Rengui. Although Great General Xue is the sixth generation grandson of Tuoba Wei Clan's General Xue Andu, his family has already declined by his generation. He didn't borrow any power from his family, and he relied on his own abilities to make outstanding military achievements. "
Yang Fan secretly glanced at Shangguan Wan 'er and sighed, "It's a pity that Grand General Xue passed away too early, else I'd definitely request to be transferred to Grand General Xue if I had the opportunity to join the army. 'The general's three arrows set the Heavenly Mountain, the hero's long song entered the Han Pass!' How awe-inspiring! There's also his good strategy to stop the war, his divine bravery to subdue Liaodong, his benevolent governance of Gaoli, his love for the people of Xiangzhou City, his removal of his hat to repel ten thousand enemies … "
Yang Fan recounted Xue Rengui's life's achievements and said regretfully, "I remember that in the past, I've seen an inscription on a stone tablet that recounts Grand General Xue's life's achievements. These achievements are clearly recorded in the inscription, the words are magnificent, the blood is boiling. It's a pity that I didn't bring pen and paper at that time, so I couldn't record it down."
Yang Fan's expression was one of deep regret. Shangguan Wan 'er couldn't help smiling and said, "Are you talking about General Xue's inscription on the stone tablet? That was written by Grand Scholar Miao Shenke of Hong Wen Guan for General Xue. General Xue's life's achievements are all recorded in the inscription, it's really a brilliant literary talent, heroic and intense. If you like it, I'll give you one. "
Speaking to this point, Shangguan Wan 'er smiled mysteriously and said, "But it's written by Grand Scholar Miao himself!"
"Really?"
Yang Fan was' pleasantly surprised 'and said, "That's great! This inscription on the stone tablet that recounts General Xue's victory is very well written. Although I'm not good at literature, I still love it so much that I can't bear to part with it. Turns out this was written by a Grand Scholar surnamed Miao, his writing is indeed extraordinary. Can Imperial Edict request a copy of this Grand Scholar Miao's calligraphy? "
Speaking to this point, Yang Fan slapped his forehead and pretended to have a sudden realization. He said, "That's right, Imperial Edict you are the one who presides over the arts and comments on the world's poetry and literature for the imperial court. Most of the Scribes and officials in the world are gathered under Imperial Edict, this Grand Scholar Miao is certainly no exception. If Imperial Edict asks, Grand Scholar Miao naturally has no reason not to agree. "
Hearing him address her as Imperial Edict over and over again, Shangguan Wan 'er unexpectedly felt that it was gradually grating on her ears. But how should she address Yang Fan? She couldn't say it, and her mood was somewhat dejected for no reason. So she said lightly, "It's nothing much, it's just that I'm handling some paperwork for the Empress of Heaven. The original manuscript of Grand Scholar Miao Shenke's inscription on the stone tablet for General Xue is in my hands."
Yang Fan made an 'oh' sound and said, "Grand Scholar Miao's original manuscript, I believe it must be very precious. How can I snatch Imperial Edict's favorite, is it possible … to ask this Grand Scholar Miao to write a new one for me? Hehe, I believe that if Imperial Edict you are willing to come forward, Grand Scholar Miao will definitely give you face. "
The more cautious and polite Yang Fan's words were, the more dejected Shanghai Wan 'er, who had other thoughts in her mind, felt, "To think that he's still a man, so timid and timid. Two days ago, he was still staring at me like a starving wolf, but now he's acting like nothing has happened."
Shanghai Wan 'er only cared about complaining about Yang Fan in her heart. What she saw was her slightly pursing her lips, staring blankly at the people on the court. Yang Fan only knew that she did not want to reveal Miao Shenke's whereabouts, and could not help but feel anxious. It was not easy for him to find such an opportunity to cleverly change the topic to Miao Shenke, but Shanghai Wan' er did not want to talk about it, what should he do?
Princess Taiping was playing happily when she suddenly saw Yang Fan and Shanghai Wan 'er chatting and laughing. Her mood immediately dropped and she said that she was tired and wanted to go back to her residence to rest. Shanghai Wan 'er saw that she wanted to leave and quickly came forward to send her off. Princess Taiping indifferently said a few words and then left without even looking at Yang Fan.
Wan 'er was observant, naturally she knew that Princess Taiping was not happy, but she did not know the reason.
Princess Taiping and Shanghai Wan 'er were beautiful for a time, but each had their own merits. Wan 'er was superior in that her skin was as white as snow, her temperament was outstanding. In terms of enchanting figure, charming style, Shanghai Wan' er was still a virgin as clean as ice and as clean as jade. Naturally she could not compare with Princess Taiping, this kind of mature woman who had already experienced many affairs.
In terms of status, although Wan 'er's power was still above Princess Taiping's, she was after all the daughter of a criminal official. Princess Taiping was a descendant of the royal family, she felt that she could make friends with Wan' er. Whatever conditions she had, she was a hundred times better than Wan 'er. She had a good impression of Yang Fan, but Yang Fan often showed his affection towards Wan' er. Naturally Taiping was not happy, and was also very unconvinced. It was just that this kind of subtle thought, how could other people understand?
…
As the days passed, the flowers bloomed in the warm spring. The pure white snow unknowingly became lighter, thinner, until it completely disappeared. You would not notice which morning it completely disappeared from your sight, but when you looked carefully, it was already completely gone.
In the cracks of the black bricks, the tenacious weeds quietly sprouted their tender green buds. Only when the tender buds opened their brittle leaves and turned into a fresh and tender little grass, would you be surprised to find that the little life had actually stretched out.
The branches were the same, with tender yellow leaves and crimson flower buds. When you found them, they were already swaying with the spring breeze, creating a misty spring feeling, like a layer of thin gauze covering the body of a beauty.
That kind of feeling was very strange. It was like a silly little girl who appeared in front of you every day. Without you noticing, she had already grown into a graceful young girl, and you did not notice it at all. Until one day, when her face turned red, her hair swept up and she smiled shyly, you would suddenly realize: she has grown up!
Spring was a very tangled season. It was like the willow catkins that floated over from Luoyang, curling up and sticking to people's bodies. Gao Gonggong, who had just changed into a new set of robes, would angrily slap them.
Yang Fan was tangled. Every day he saw the beautiful figure of Shanghai Wan 'er come and go by his side. He clearly knew that Miao Shenke's whereabouts were in her hands, and she only needed to say one word to make him suddenly see the light, but he just could not ask.
Shanghai Wan 'er was tangled. Sometimes, when she saw Yang Fan staring straight at her, she would inexplicably be happy for a long time. Sometimes, when she saw his expressionless face, she would be disappointed for a long time. Disappointment, joy, joy, disappointment. Her heart, following the changes in Yang Fan's expression, fluctuated up and down, and became moody.
Thus, the scholars in Hong Wen Library began to struggle. There would always be mistakes in writing. Today, when they made a mistake in their writing, Shangguan Daizhao only smiled gently and ordered them to rewrite. Tomorrow, when they accidentally smeared a bit of ink between the lines, Shangguan Daizhao did not say a word and directly deducted half a month's salary.
The scholars stood by the bank of the Luo River, letting the annoying spring breeze blow their long beards like a clump of grass. They leisurely sighed with emotion like the Master of the Academy, "Women's minds are so hard to guess …"
Xie Muwen was also in a dilemma. Yang Fan was her benefactor, and Gao Ying was her best friend. She did not want her best friend to fall in love with a more frivolous man. But she was also worried that her benefactor would strike up a conversation with Shangguan Daizhao and bring him a fatal disaster. But from her perspective, what could she do?
Spring was such an annoying season.
It was early in the second month of spring, and the imperial examinations were over.
For this year's imperial examinations, the Empress personally summoned the scholars who had passed the imperial examinations to the Luo City Hall to question them about their knowledge. This was an unprecedented event. In the past, there had never been such a thing as summoning scholars to the Golden Palace to question them about their knowledge in court. The scholars who had passed the imperial examinations became the first scholars in history to be questioned by the Empress and the Emperor, and were praised as the "Son of Heaven's Disciple".
The imperial examinations were held for three consecutive days. Today was the last day. The Empress was very satisfied with the knowledge of this batch of scholars. After the court meeting ended, she still had a slight smile on her face as she walked into the Hall of Martial Accomplishment.
Shanghai Wan'er was waiting for Wu Zetian at the door of the hall. Xiao Man and Gao Ying followed behind Wu Zetian, fanning themselves. The three women's gazes involuntarily fell on Yang Fan, who was standing to the right of the door.
Shanghai Wan'er's gaze was very calm. She seemed to have just casually glanced at Yang Fan. Yang Fan's gaze was also very calm. He did not avoid her gaze, nor did he stare at her passionately. Shanghai Wan'er's heart was filled with resentment.
Under Xiao Man's black and bright eyebrows, her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Yang Fan, giving him a silent warning out of habit. But she was helpless to get a supercilious look from Yang Fan. Then, she was disappointed to find that her good sister, Gao Ying, was looking at Yang Fan with her eyes almost curved into crescent moons.
"What a loser..."
Xiao Man glared at her resentfully, but Gao Ying was looking at Yang Fan with red eyes and could not see her.
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