blue bird song

Chapter 6 The first teacher (2)
"Be careful of falling." He stretched out his hand and hugged Qingque into his arms.Qing Que first pouted her little butt, looked him up and down on the rice paper spread on the table, then sat back in his arms, pointed at the smooth and easy calligraphy, and smiled, "Grandpa, I want to learn this."

"You have a lot to learn." Master Yang picked her up and walked to the rows of bookshelves, "You have to read these books one by one, and know them by heart."

Qingque sticks out her tongue, "Too many!" Master Yang scolded with a smile, "You're clever!" I can't scare you anymore.

Master Yang picked out a few books, including a subset of classics and history, travel notes on geography, and legends from stories. After some thought, he added a book on war strategy.Put several books in front of Qingque and ask her to choose one.

If you choose a collection of classics and history, teach her to read serious books; if you choose geography and travel notes, teach her to read idle books;

Without hesitation, Qingque pointed to the book of war strategy.

Master Yang was startled, and then smiled slightly.Well, it's strange that this kid has a bad temper, so he was born to like fighting.It's really strange how a farmer like Mo Erlang could give birth to a little girl like Qingque.

Since this day, Mr. Yang, who has retired and returned to his hometown, has added another hobby besides traveling in mountains and rivers and being harmonious with his neighbors: being a teacher.He used to be a scholar of the Hall of Martial Arts, I don't know how many times he served as an examiner, and how many people he was the teacher of. No one of the Qingliu scholars would be proud to be his student.But he was serious and taught a girl who was only three years old.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and the days of Yang Ji seem like a paradise.

Although Master Yang lives in the country, he often communicates with his disciples and old friends, and he knows all the news from the court.The residence newspaper is also delivered by the county government every day, and it has never been slow.

The Di Bao was hand-copied and very precious.According to the system of this dynasty, "all the six subjects received the inscriptions from each yamen every day, copied them into volumes one by one, and sent them to the cabinet every five days for compilation", and "all the subjects were transferred to each yamen, and they were transferred by the Secretary of General Administration". "The ones with poor qualifications can't be seen at all.

The farther away from the capital, the slower the news.For example, it takes about three months for the Di Bao between Sichuan and the capital to arrive.In other words, major events that happened in Beijing in March can only be believed in June in Sichuan.

Of course Xiayi is not that far away from the capital, but it looks like a month later.

Qing Que and Master Yang are already very close.She would be at Yang's house during class, and sometimes at Yang's house when class was not in class. When Master Yang read the residence newspaper, he would sometimes read it to her and explain it to her.

"Deng Yong, Marquis of Funing, paid homage to General Jinglu's Eastern Expedition. He won the class and became the Duke of Ningguo." Master Yang finished reading, afraid that Qingque would not understand, so he told her, "There is a general named Deng Yong who won the battle. The imperial court rewarded him, and promoted the original marquis to duke."

"Duke, can I eat it?" Qingque asked with relish.

Are you hungry?Master Yang stared at her speechlessly for a while, then ordered the servants to pass the meal to the kitchen.

"Grandpa, the duke can't eat it." Qingque giggled, showing a mouthful of snow-white millet teeth, looking very cute and innocent.

Grandpa scratched her little nose, "Silly girl, that's a title, with an annual salary of at least fifteen hundred dan, a lot of food."

Can you eat it?Qingque's eyes lit up, she sat up straight, and announced loudly, "When I grow up, I'll earn a duke too! No, it's seventy or eighty dukes!"

Master Yang couldn't be happier, "Seventy or eighty? You can't grow cabbage to earn a duke. Qingque, duke is hard to earn. Like Deng Yong, he can be made a marquis first and then a duke based on his military achievements. Not many."

Qing Que raised her head unconvinced, as if she disagreed with what Master Yang said.

Originally, this was impolite behavior, but she was young and innocent. In the eyes of Master Yang, besides being cute, she was still cute.

"Qingque, grandpa will teach you to read a poem, okay?" Master Yang softened his heart towards Qingque, coaxing her softly, took out a collection of poems, and taught her to read an idyllic poem, "The Vegetable Garden" by Yang Wanli.

"This nursery is so narrow, Yu Nong has already grown up in China.

Watching people water cabbage, divide water and yellow flowers.

The frosty day is very warm, and the wind is slightly slanting.

Smiling and picking up a bamboo stick, when will I return home with it. "

After Qing Que heard this, she tilted her head and thought for a while, grinning with her white teeth bared, "Grandpa, I can understand a sentence, 'Watch people watering cabbage'." She took her younger siblings to the vegetable field. Erlang watered the cabbage.

Grandpa stretched out his arms to hug her, pointed to the words in the poetry collection, read them to her one by one, and then explained what they meant.If Qingque can understand, she will smile obediently. If she can't understand, she will look at her grandpa with big eyes and doubts, and grandpa will speak more popularly and vividly.

After reading the poem, the kitchen brought snacks.Because one is an old man and the other is a child, they are all sweet and easy to digest.Millet hair cake, jujube paste yam cake, pine rice goose oil roll, lotus root powder and cinnamon sugar cake, light side dishes, and two small bowls of steaming chicken soup and small wontons.

Qing Que looked at the table full of food, but didn't move his chopsticks, "Grandpa, you eat, I'll coax the green seedlings and green trees." Master Yang smiled slightly, "Hurry up, you have brothers and sisters." This child doesn't eat alone, and knows how to love his siblings, which is not bad.

Qing Que put a small hair cake into the small plate in front of her, and promised earnestly, "Grandpa, I will become a duke in the future, and I will treat you to eat every day!"

Master Yang chuckled, "Okay, when grandpa gets old, he will enjoy the blessing of the blue sparrow!"

In fact, he is now over seventy years old.However, on the one hand, he is well-maintained, and on the other hand, he has never done anything wrong in his life, and is open and frank, so he looks very young, and he looks only in his early fifties.

After eating the snacks, Master Yang led the green sparrow around the garden slowly, teaching the green sparrow to identify various flowers and trees.Sister Lin saw it, and sighed inwardly, "Coax her to read and write, coax her to eat snacks, and take her for a few steps after finishing, lest she accumulate food. When Miss Sun was young, the master didn't care so much. .”

Master Yang came back from the garden with Qing Que, and not long after he sat down, the concierge sent a greeting card. "What is this?" Qing Que asked curiously while leaning on Master Yang's side and looking at it.

"It's a grandson surnamed Deng and Qi who came back from the capital to pay respects to his ancestors, and he's coming to visit grandpa tomorrow." Master Yang patiently told Qing Que, "This grandson lives in Huiting, and we belong to the same county. "

"Qingque, there are Duke, Marquis, and Earl titles in the Celestial Dynasty. The Deng family is now a Duke. The eldest son of the Duke's mansion is usually the eldest son. Although the eldest grandson has no title, he is commonly known as the grandson. The guests who will come to visit tomorrow are The grandson of Duke Ning's mansion."

"It's grandson." Qingque giggled.

Master Yang was angry and laughed at the same time.He wanted to beat him hard, but he couldn't bear it, and finally said with a straight face: "You are so open-minded. When the guests come tomorrow, grandpa will entertain the guests with a banquet and punish you to write in the study."

Qingque rolled her eyes and smiled at her grandpa obediently, "It's not a grandson."

If you say he is a grandson, you will punish me to write in the study; if you say he is not a grandson, you will not be punished, right?
Unable to hold back, Master Yang laughed out loud.

In the simple wine shop above the ancient embankment, a group of well-dressed, dignified and distinguished guests ushered in.

This team is very eye-catching.There are strong guards on tall horses at the front and back, and in the middle are several beautiful girls in their twenties and eighth years, surrounding a middle-aged woman.This middle-aged woman is wearing a neat round bun, with gold and silver, silk and satin, at first glance, she should be a grandma and wife from a wealthy family.

Because the scenery on the embankment is extremely beautiful, whether it is the neighboring villages or the county, people come to enjoy the scenery from time to time.The shopkeeper was well-informed and didn't think it was different. He smiled and asked him to sit down in the wine shop and serve him hot wine.

After the group of people sat down or stood to serve according to their size, the shopkeeper listened carefully to what they were saying, and then realized that the middle-aged woman was not a grandma or wife, but a woman with a certain status. mother.Listening to a few girls around laughing and flattering, this mother's surname is Wu.

The shopkeeper brought the hot wine, and also some side dishes to go with the wine, just some tofu, bacon, pickled melon, mixed vegetables, etc. He said with a smile: "There are not many vegetables in the countryside, so the guests are not to blame."

While drinking the peach blossom wine, Mama Wu asked the shopkeeper slowly, "Are there any girls around three years old in your village? It would be even better if they were born in the summer of the seventh year of Chenghua."

Seeing the shopkeeper's smile and saying nothing, a pretty and clever girl next to her knew that she had doubts in her heart, so she hurriedly said: "It's not for anything else to ask about these girls, but to give some rice, noodles and four seasons clothes. There is a sister in my family , was born in the midsummer of the seventh year of Chenghua, but her bones have never been strong. Therefore, I should do some good deeds to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and pray for my sister."

People in the countryside heard that as long as there is a three-year-old girl in the family, they can get some rice, noodles, and clothes. Aren’t they so happy?This is a good thing that everyone is happy with. The rich want peace of mind, and the poor get some benefits.

The shopkeeper's heart sank.

He is middle-aged and quick-witted, so he is not easy to fool.This group of people put up such a big battle to find the three-year-old girl, if they said it was just to pray for the daughter, the shopkeeper would not believe it at all.

There must be another conspiracy.

For a girl who is about three years old, isn't Qingque almost three years old?Not to mention that this child is in the country, his appearance and demeanor are outstanding even in the capital. Thinking of this, the shopkeeper sweated slightly on his back.

He thought about it carefully, and mentioned all the girls in the village who were two or three years old, three or four years old, and even four or five years old, except Mo Erlang's family.

Madam Wu sat in the wine shop, carrying rice noodles, clothes, etc., and following the shopkeeper's instructions, she looked at the houses with girls.Although they came here recklessly, the rice they prepared was polished rice, the flour was fine flour, and the clothes were made of brightly colored fine cloth with extremely fine stitches.Those who received charity were overjoyed.

After the slaves came back, they all shook their heads at Mama Wu.

Or no, did you see a bunch of little village girls again?Mother Wu sighed softly, ordered someone to pay back the wine money, and said goodbye politely. The group walked slowly on the bridge and left.

Watching their backs going away, the shopkeeper's forehead gradually became sweaty.He called Xiaoer over, "Go to the mansion and tell Nanny Lin..." After saying that, he felt wrong, "Look at the shop, I'll go back to the mansion."

This restaurant belongs to Master Yang.

The shopkeeper hurried to the gate of Yang's house, just in time to meet Qingque leading Qingmiao and Qingshu to go home.Seeing the shopkeeper, Qingque greeted with a sweet smile, and the shopkeeper asked with a smile, "Have you finished school? Qingque, what did you learn today?"

Qing Que counted one by one, "I read a poem, and my grandfather said it was written by a poet of the Song Dynasty. The title of the poem was Vegetable Garden, which grows cabbage. I learned ten characters, and my grandfather said that although it was ugly, they were all written correctly..." The voice is immature and soft, as if hitting jade, it is pleasant to the ear.

The shopkeeper looked at her with a smile, "Uncle is going to go to your house and exchange a few loads of rice with your parents." It's better to send her home, who knows what those people have in mind, and will come back again.If they meet each other, it is guaranteed that Qingque will have nothing to hide with just one glance.

Qingque laughed happily, "Uncle, come with us." He handed his younger brother's little hand to the shopkeeper, "You can hold one for me." The shopkeeper smiled, leaned over and hugged Qingshu in his arms In his arms, he sent the three children back to Mo's house.

But did not change any rice grain.

Huiting. Deng's ancestral home.

In a dark and gloomy secret room, Yingniang was tied up and her mouth was tightly gagged.Beside her, there are leather whips, clamp sticks, irons, raging fires, and all kinds of torture instruments.

A handsome young man looked at her with a smile, "Yingniang, do you want to tell me?" Yingniang was very stubborn, she clenched her teeth and refused to nod.

The young man slowly picked up the whip that was soaked in water, and sighed: "You are so young and beautiful, I really can't let you go." His eyes became cold and vicious, and he shook his hand and waved the whip, heavily towards you. Ying Niang smoked it!

There was a welt on Yingniang's face, and bright red blood flowed out.

The young man clicked his tongue, "Look, I can't bear it anymore." Holding a whip, he approached Yingniang and asked softly, "Are you saying it or not?" The cloth he was wearing was pulled out.

Yingniang took a breath and looked at him contemptuously, "Zhao Lu, I have nothing to say to you. If Deng Qi wants to know the whereabouts of my young lady, ask him to ask me in person."

"Still so disobedient, huh?" Zhao Lu held up Yingniang's fair and delicate face, gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me, where is my sister?"

This man's name is Zhao Lu, and he is Deng Qi's servant.Zhao Lu is a well-known and lucrative man. When Deng Qi tried to please Qi Yu in every possible way, he also tried every means to get close to Yingniang.At this time, he was ordered to tell Yingniang what he said. At first, he tried to coax it out with gentle kung fu, but after seeing it was really not working, he became anxious and used force.He followed Deng Qi to the battlefield, once he became ruthless, how could he care about pity and pity?Yingniang suffered a lot.

Seeing that Yingniang was still stubborn, Zhao Lu threw the whip and said with a smile, "I'll try a fresh one." He lifted up the red-hot soldering iron.

A trace of fear flashed in Yingniang's eyes.

"Deng Qi! You are a coward!" Yingniang yelled in despair, terrified, "You betrayed my lady and came to torture me again. You are not human!"

A black figure appeared at the door of the house.

With sharp eyes, Zhao Lu hurriedly put down the soldering iron, and greeted him with a nod and bow, "Master, you are here!"

The visitor was dressed in a black gown, about twenty years old, tall and tall, with a handsome face, a pair of slender and beautiful eyes, gentle and elegant with a sense of nobility.

He ignored the courteous Zhao Lu, took a cool look at Yingniang, and briefly ordered, "Let her go, clean up, and bring her to the side hall to meet me."

The time Zhao Lu promised again and again, he had already left without looking back.

Yingniang was covered in cold sweat and collapsed on the ground.While untying her, Zhao Lu complained, "Sister is my father's own daughter, tell me what's wrong? Ask for trouble!"

Zhao Lu was used to Deng Qi and knew his temperament, so he dared not make him wait for a long time, tidied up Yingniang, smeared ointment on her face, and hurriedly sent her to the side hall.

When Yingniang walked into the side hall, Deng Qi stood facing the window with his back to her.In late spring, he was in his prime again, and his back was full of desolation.

Yingniang looked at his back with mixed feelings in her heart.Once upon a time, this man had sworn to each other with Miss, but now he has married another, everything has changed.

Deng Qi turned around slowly, and asked word by word: "Yingniang, where is my daughter?"

Yingniang said lightly: "Didn't you order someone to snatch it away, why are you still asking me?"

In the winter of the seventh year of Chenghua, a group of men and women, soldiers and mothers came to the Funinghou Mansion in the capital city, and forcibly snatched away the baby girl and Yingniang who were raised in the Qi family's old house.At that time Mo Dayou was also there, outnumbered and seriously injured. Although he did not fall into the hands of the Deng family, he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Deng Qi's eyes were sharp, "Don't try to fool me! That baby is weak and timid, how could it be my daughter? Then leave home in a fit of anger, you think I will not think of it?"

The nanny, Mama Hu, and aunt cried, not because they were useless, but because Yu'er was so heartless that she wanted to throw the baby to death.They had no choice but to let Yu'er go.

What a joke, how could Yu'er want to throw her own daughter to death?She is so determined, unless the baby has been exchanged!Yingniang braved the wind, rain, thunder and lightning to go out, she must have a plan, not just to offer incense to Mrs. Qi.

When Deng Qi thought of the stupidity of his nanny and aunt, disgust and impatience flashed across his brows.One or two are useless!He will only cry when things happen, and will only be at a loss, causing himself to be separated from his beautiful wife and beloved girl.

"I went back to Beijing with my grandfather and father. When I saw the child for the first time, I knew something was wrong." Deng Qi calmed down and talked to Yingniang gently, "I asked about the situation before and after, and I knew it better. Yingniang, You got away with it because I was not there at the time. If I were... "

"If you were here, the young lady and the young lady would have become dead souls under the nine springs." Yingniang met his gaze, with deep hatred hidden in her calm tone, "I went to the nanny's room to hold the baby that night, But I heard the two girls whispering, you married Shen Mo in the capital, and Shen Mo is five months pregnant!"

Deng Qi's expression froze.

(End of this chapter)