You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 332
His brother-in-law's bones were still cold, and Li Wensi's tragic death still lingered in his heart. Wen Zhaozhen never expected that his bastard son was also a naughty one!
Fortunately, there is still the eldest son who is obedient and sensible, otherwise, the century-old foundation of the Wen family would have been ruined by this prodigal son!
Today, he was on the right track by walking quietly, and he must lead Wen Yishuo to the right path early, so as to gain fame and fame.

Wen Zhaozhen sat on the chair for a while, and his complexion looked better now. Looking at the shivering child, Wen Zhaozhen thought about it, and said: "Write a poem, "Looking at the Snow in the End."

This was the palace examination question given to the students by the last emperor. If Wen Yishuo really put a little effort into his knowledge, he could answer it easily, which means that this child is not considered terminally ill.

If you can't answer, you don't have to participate in next year's Chunwei, just stay at home and think about your past behind closed doors, so as not to embarrass him when you go out!
Wen Yishuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his father to take the school examination at this time.

He is not the one who is ignorant in the academy, not to mention that his elder brother is also urging him by his side, so he naturally does not dare to relax in the slightest. Today, it really depends on the maid who came to the door by herself. Let loose.

Wen Yishuo hurriedly replied: "The yin and ridges in the south are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds; the forest shows the color of the sky, and the city is getting colder."

After hearing the child's answer, Wen Zhaozhen brushed the beautiful beard on his chin with satisfaction, and Wen Yishuo was also pleasing to the eye, "Get up, change your clothes, don't catch the cold."

Wen Yishuo hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, and he was greatly relieved. Fortunately, he had heard this question from his master before, otherwise he would really hate it when he used up the book!

The servant beside him hurriedly put a cloak on Wen Yishuo, for fear that his young master would still remember the bucket of ice water from earlier.

Wen Yishuo was not in a hurry to change his clothes, and stood beside his father, booing and inquiring: "How is father recently? My son hasn't seen his father for a long time. Seeing that his demeanor remains the same without any change, my son's guilt is relieved."

After hearing this, Wen Zhaozhen was even more satisfied with the child, but he put all the anger behind him: "Don't worry about it, everything will be fine for the father, and the next year will be Chunwei. What are you sure about?"

"The eldest brother is very knowledgeable, and my son is ashamed of himself. Now that he has read the book a hundred times, he realizes that there is no limit to learning. This time, Chunwei's son will experience it with his elder brother first, and he will be more confident in the next spring." Wen Yishuo Arched.

Wen Zhaozhen waved his hand: "Don't underestimate yourself, just look at the poem you just wrote, and you will know that you have solid knowledge."

After thinking about it, I added one more sentence: "The reason why your elder brother is stronger than you is because he has worked harder than others. You are still hanging out with the little maid in the house, but your elder brother has read the book several times. Over time, it is inevitable that you are not as good as your elder brother, do you understand?"

Every word and every word of his father hit Wen Yishuo's heart, Wen Yishuo only felt a burst of blush, feeling guilty for his actions just now, and hurriedly told his father to the end: "My son understands! My son remembers!"

Wen Zhaozhen asked a few more questions about knowledge, seeing that Wen Yishuo was really pale from the cold, he stopped talking, and asked Wen Yishuo to change his wet clothes, and come to the study to talk after dinner.

Wen Yishuo didn't dare to break his etiquette, he sent his father out of the yard, changed his clothes tremblingly, and drank two bowls of hot tea before recovering.

　"Looking for the Last Snow in the South" is selected from the poet Zu Yong
　　
　
(End of this chapter)