At noon, Fang Yun went home and had lunch as usual, as if he didn't even remember that he had Zhang Jingan as his son.
In the afternoon, Fang Yun went back to work. After finishing his work with Lao Guo, he got home at nine o 'clock in the evening.
These kinds of physical work were quite easy for Fang Yun. Being a soldier, a constable, or a footman didn't affect him much. Most of the time, he was immersed in the world of books and kept learning.
As his practice deepened, Fang Yun felt that he was getting closer and closer to the level of Grand Secretary. In two months at most, he would become a Grand Secretary, but it was less than two years before he was promoted to Hanlin Academy.
After dinner, Fang Yun went back to reading. Late at night, the gate of Zhang Mansion made a soft noise.
Zhang Jingan walked into the yard absentmindedly. When he was about to go back to his bedroom, he saw the luminous pearl in his father's study.
Through the glass window, Zhang Jingan saw the light of the luminous pearl and Fang Yun's figure, and was stunned. He realized that every time he got up at night, he would see his father reading and studying.
Recalling these days, Zhang Jingan remembered that his father would sometimes look absent-minded and his lips would move slightly when he was in the army or working. He didn't think much of it at that time, but now he realized that his father must have been memorizing the classics of the Sages.
In Zhang Jingan's mind, only his grandfather Zhang Longxiang was tall and mighty, like an immortal statue, and had been described as an omnipotent hero by Zhang Hua. His father Zhang Longxiang's appearance was very vague and rarely mentioned, and was completely overshadowed by Zhang Wankong's brilliance.
At this moment, the image of his father in Zhang Jingan's mind became concrete.
"This is a scholar who is even more hardworking than grandpa …"
Zhang Jingan felt ashamed. At the same time, he thought of the girl he saw during the day and felt very agitated.
Zhang Jingan walked quickly back to his room, but he couldn't fall asleep. Everything that had happened these days kept flashing in his mind. Every time he wanted to sleep, the sleepiness would be driven away by the girl's eyes.
The girl was the granddaughter of Marquis Pinghai. Years ago, the girl's father and Zhang Longxiang joked after drinking that if they had children, they would become in-laws. Then, they would become in-laws, and it could be said that they were betrothed before they were born.
But now, one was a noble young lady who was like a princess, while the other was a young man who pulled a dung cart.
Zhang Jingan could not bear such a difference.
In the early hours of the morning. Zhang Jingan was still unable to sleep. His stomach was rumbling, and he was so hungry that he was seeing stars. His mind was in a mess, and he had no choice but to get up. He walked around the mansion, preparing to drink some water.
Wenqu Star hung high in the sky, the white snow and starlight turned into silver. The quiet winter night was full of a different kind of beauty.
The luminous pearl in the study was still lit.
Zhang Jingan stared blankly until he couldn't stand the cold anymore. He quickly ran into the study and closed the door. He rubbed his hands together gently and exhaled continuously.
Fang Yun put down the book in his hand and raised his head. He looked at Zhang Jingan calmly.
Zhang Jingan glanced at his father with a look of shame on his face. He pretended to be natural and asked, "It's so cold. Why didn't you ask the servants to prepare a brazier?"
"I'm Hanlin. This kind of weather can't freeze me. Why aren't you sleeping? "Fang Yun asked.
"I can't sleep." Zhang Jingan said.
"Are you going to continue working tomorrow?" Fang Yun's tone was a little strange.
Zhang Jingan looked at Fang Yun in silence. He was clearly standing, but he felt that the person sitting had a kind of transcendence in his eyes, as if he was standing at the top of a mountain looking down at him. But he didn't feel uncomfortable.
"I … don't really want to work anymore." Zhang Jingan's words were squeezed out from between his teeth. His face gradually turned red.
"If I don't do this, I have a better business. I can make a lot more money than this. It's easy to make a few hundred taels of silver a month. It'll be even more during the holidays. "Fang Yun said.
If it was the Zhang Jingan of the past, he would be very excited. But now he only showed a little curiosity and asked, "What business?"
"I'll take you, and you take the bowl. We'll go to all the big families in Jingzhou City to beg for food. "Fang Yun said expressionlessly.
Zhang Jingan instinctively thought of the scene that happened today. He thought of the young girl's eyes, and his face flushed red.
"You …" Zhang Jingan was speechless.
"If you don't work as a servant, then I can only take you as a beggar." Fang Yun said.
"You're the great Marquis of Zhujiang, a human scholar. Can you lower your face to become a beggar?" Zhang Jingan asked.
"I can even be a servant. What's a beggar to me?" Fang Yun didn't care at all.
Outside the window, the cold wind howled. The study fell into silence.
Zhang Jingan sat down across from Fang Yun.
Gululu …
Zhang Jingan was extremely embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "I don't work. I can study."
Fang Yun's cold voice came from the study. "Do whatever you want to do. Who do you think you are? Are you a god or a Half-saint of the human race? "
The entire study was buzzing with activity.
Zhang Jingan's face suddenly turned pale. His heart sank. He thought he had a way out. If he couldn't bear the hardship, he could go to school and study. After ten years, perhaps he could become a scholar. Once his father died, he would be a Marquis of Zhujiang. No matter what, he would have no worries for the rest of his life.
However, these words seemed to have broken something. Zhang Jingan fell into endless panic.
Zhang Jingan carefully raised his head. He found that his father was exceptionally cold. They were only separated by a table, but it was as if they were separated by a mountain range. It was as if they were separated by two worlds.
Zhang Jingan's heart was surging with regret. As time passed, this regret became more and more intense. It even formed an unprecedented hatred for himself. He hated his stupidity, his arrogance, and his blindness.
He clearly knew that studying was the best way out. However, he was angry, avoided, and delusional. In the end, he suffered. Not only did he achieve nothing, but even his last way out was cut off.
Fang Yun placed a fist-sized unpolished jade on the table. Most unpolished jades were like stones, but there were one or two sparkling jades.
After this piece of unpolished jade appeared in the study, Zhang Jingan felt that his mind was extremely clear. After taking a breath, he could even fill his stomach. He didn't feel hungry anymore, and the negative emotions in his heart gradually decreased.
"This is the talent jade I obtained from the Gou family's secret room. I decided to give it to you after I found a craftsman to polish it. However, you disappointed me. "After Fang Yun finished speaking, he put away the talent jade.
The light in Zhang Jingan's eyes dimmed as the talent jade disappeared. It was as if the talent jade had taken away everything from him. It emptied his body, and at the same time, injected something called "regret".
To any literary scholar, the talent jade was as important as the Half-saint's treasure of literature. As long as one obtained it, one would become intelligent. No matter how lazy one was, the talent jade would stimulate all of one's potential and make them an outstanding scholar.
There was a saying in the Kong Shengwen world that even a pig could pass the county level exam if it obtained a talent jade.
Zhang Jingan didn't dare to believe that he had a chance to obtain a talent jade, but he had stupidly given it up.
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