Chapter 149:

Yao Niang's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't look at him, so he asked for the paper.
King Jin just did n’t give it to him, and said in his hand, "This word is really ugly. The king didn't know that you would write a poem to express the gloom in your heart. Look at this sentence. It would be useless to think of it straight away. It's madness. "
The more he said that the tone was colder, and his eyes became colder, and the ice-scum-like look ran back and forth on Yao Niang's face: "Even if Acacia is useless, you might as well hold your infatuation for life? This king makes you very shy, Isn't that the object you miss so much?
Yao Niang yelled, "Where did you think you went, I didn't think of anyone."
The King of Jin snorted coldly.
This love poem is definitely not written to him, he will be around by her every day, and there must be some wild man who keeps her choking.
Is that the groom? Or is that little catch fast? Or is there any wild man he didn't know about?
She hasn't talked to herself for fifteen years already. After that, she can't have the intention to collude with the wild man. Needless to say, it is the previous thing?
Two little guesses? Ome bamboo horse?
No wonder she wanted to leave him at that time. Except for Xiaobao, there must be something outside her soul.
As long as the King of Jin thinks that Yao Niang has two young men with no guesses, the two of them grew up together, maybe they were a little bit older, they knew something, and they secretly kissed their little mouths. child.
When an ordinary girl is as old as she was, where would she be so plump? One hand touched her little dove, and turned the little dove into a white rabbit, and then turned into his favorite look. As long as he thought of this, King Jin was full of anger, anxious to find that man torn and ripped.
All Jin Jin's thoughts just happened in an instant. Yaoniang was just a character who defamated herself, and was ashamed to show people that she knew how to think so much.
However, she also realized that Jin Wang's mood was a bit wrong, and her voice softly explained, "You really think too much. I haven't thought of any of it. I just have nothing to write and play."
"I haven't seen you write anything like this before!"
Er, the problem is that she didn't expect it at all.
Most likely, his father's influence on her was too profound, so she subconsciously felt that men considered women to be talentless. Coupled with the fact that these things have been lost for too long, she can't remember. It was also yesterday that she went to the town hall and saw that the place where Qiao lived was arranged in that way, and she realized that she could pick it up again and even go to school.
"This poem was not written by me. It was collected by a wife of Shizi. I thought the mood was very beautiful, so I copied it. Also, don't think about it. I do n’t show it to you because I am The word is too ugly, I want to practice it a little bit and write it to you. "
Is that just it?
Jin Wang glared at her suspiciously, and the suspiciousness in his bones began to falter.
But her expression was too shallow, and he knew too much about her. He could clearly understand the meaning of every expression in her eyes.
She did not lie. He let out a sigh of relief unconsciously, and at the same time suddenly remembered the phrase she had said and practiced it a little better and wrote it to him.
She wants to write a love poem for herself?
"I know you copied this poem." Jin Wang cleared his throat and said that his face was no longer so cold.
Yao Niang was immediately distracted. How did he know?
"I've seen it." After finishing, King Jin disdainfully hummed: "You women like this kind of moan without disease."
What is your wife?
Yao Niang was stunned in her heart, knowing that King Jin's bad smell had been committed again.
Obviously wrong, it is necessary not to confess the account, to use demeaning others to achieve the effect of confusing audiovisual. She stunned and looked at her flowers with the same proud look, hummed and turned away.
Is this mad?
The King of Jin aimed at Yao Niang's back, and went to Huahua.
Different from treating Yaoniang, Huahua's eyes were soft when she wanted to be soft. She squinted at the cat's eyes and crooked her body, trying to get on Jin's legs, but was swept away by Jin's long legs.
Yao Niang was mad for a whole morning, and she didn't talk to Jin Wang at lunch.
Everyone knows that her concubine is angry, and her Highness provokes it.
After lunch, Yao Niang didn't take a nap, but went to the study, leaving Jin King sitting alone on the Dongjima Grand Hall, facing Xiaobao face to face.
In this regard, Xiaobao was happy to see it happen. He always had to let his dad eat a ravioli once, only to realize that clay figurines were also three-pointed.
Feeling too happy, Xiaobao grabbed Huahua and rolled on the cymbals. Huahua's favorite person, except Jin Wang, is Xiaobao, and he is willing to play with him.
King Jin glanced at his son who was rolling with the cat disgustingly, and pulled his shoes inward.
Recently, he has developed the habit of nap.
Even in the Ministry of Industry, I would sleep in the value room for a while.
Lie for a while and can't sleep. King Jin came out of the bedroom again, and Xiaobao and Huahua were asleep on the cymbals, with a blanket on their bodies. Huahua didn't fall asleep, and when he heard the news, he opened his eyes and looked at Jin Wang, and remembered to follow the past, but he couldn't bear the warm quilt and closed his eyes again.
The study door was closed, and King Jin pushed it tentatively, and opened it.
Yao Niang really wrote something at her desk there.
Quietly walked over and looked, and saw her awkward posture, from time to time, the hand holding the pen still moved, and you can see that it is the relationship of the hand holding the pen is not easy.
King Jin took a step forward and shook her hand from behind: "There is no way to write, you must make it empty and wide. You don't have to worry too much about the correct way of writing, how comfortable it is, as long as there is room for activity in the palm of the hand The spirit will do. "
Then he let go of Yao Niang's hand and let her write in the most comfortable way. Sure enough, Yao Niang's posture was incorrect, but because she knew what the correct way was, it was wrong to always think about herself in her mind, and she was affected.
"You have to remember a few essential points, that is, the palm is weak and tight. That is what I told you before. There must be room for movement in the palm of your hand, but your fingers must hold the pen firmly. Do n’t be too loose. Just keep your wrists flat ... relax, do n’t be too nervous ...

King Jin took Yao Niang's hand and wrote a 'Jin' character on rice paper. The handwriting was thin and thin, with golden hooks and iron paintings, full of pride. The strokes were like Jin Jinyu's jade. Gold body.
This is the first time that Yao Niang has seen Jin Wang write. Actually, she has n’t seen it before. Occasionally, Jin Wang also moves back to some secret letter books and reads back. From time to time, she writes something on it. I haven't seen it before, so this is the first time she saw Jin Wang write.
"His Royal Highness's words are so good-looking." Yao Niang couldn't see any good or bad words, and the good-looking ones were good words in her eyes.
"If you are a beginner, it ’s easy to go astray with the thin gold of Lintong. Ben Wang Minger and others will send Ben Yan's" Multi-Pagoda Stele ". You will make one or two copies every day. If time goes by, you will grow."
King Jin said on the one hand, while holding the hand of Yaoniang imaginarily, he wrote a few large characters in Yan style. The writing force was strong and round, dignified and majestic, and magnificent. Obviously, his accomplishments in Yan style were also very deep.
"Your Highness, you know so much."
Even if his face was as thick as iron like the King of Jin, he was so bragged twice that he couldn't help but blush. He gave a slight cough, and he let go of his hand, breaking down: "You write a few words, I'll see you, but you have mastered the gesture of writing."
As King Jin receded aside, Yao Niang uneasily adjusted the lower case in her hand. But when she held the pen, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. She always wanted to adjust her hand posture.
King Jin didn't speak, just looked at her. Yao Niang pinched several times, and she didn't feel comfortable, she didn't even consider her posture, she just said according to Jin Wang Fang—
‘It means that the palms of the palms are weak and tight, and the wrists are straight. ’
She kept meditating in her heart. At first, she wrote two words that were obviously hindered by her posture, and gradually began to smooth. Although the word is still ugly, there is no intentional jerky pause.
"If you don't have a foundation, start by drawing red, ten reds a day, check by the king."
King Jin ’s posture was too serious, and Yao Niang was naturally deterred by him, and he couldn't care less about his anger, like a child who just entered school, nodded honestly.
"As far as drawing red starts tomorrow, you have practiced for a long time today, or go to rest first. When practicing calligraphy, you should pay attention to relaxation, so that you can learn good words."
The Yao Niang who was stunned by the Jin King was coaxed back by him.
The two went to the couch, and King Jin found a comfortable posture to hug her, and there was no sense of subsistence.
This heavy snowfall lasted for five full days.
For those who have been in Jinzhou, this snow is really nothing, but it is extremely rare for people in Beijing.
Many ordinary people's houses in the outer city were affected by the disaster. The people in Beijing Zhaozhao Government and Wucheng Warriors shuttled back and forth daily to settle these displaced ordinary people. It is said that Daxing and Wanping came to Jingshi's several places and gathered a large number of victims. They all came to the capital from nearby places because of the subconsciousness, but they were stopped outside.
Jingshi is a heavy place, and it is impossible for flood victims to flock here.
Fucheng reports to Jin Wangyi every day about the situation outside, but Jin Wang has nothing to do.
Yao Niang couldn't help but asked him: "Someone is already using porridge outside. If not, let's do it too, don't use too much, it's always a way of thinking."
She said that the person who used the porridge was a small porridge shed set up by some wealthy households in Beijing, but there was no movement in the homes of some nobles and ministers.
King Jin shook his head and said, "The gun strikes the head bird."
But the early bird appeared soon, it was Princess Ann.
It should be said to be King An.
Recently, King An has been gaining popularity, and King Hui has been abandoned. He ranks the longest, and enters such a noble place like the ceremony department. The Ministry of Rites seems to be expensive, but it is the lifeblood of the court. The imperial examinations held every three years are chaired by the Ministry of Rites.
Nowadays, officials and students pay attention to these kinds of relationships, fellow villagers, same year, and the same teacher.
According to the "Student On Life", the living people are in the world, near or hundreds of thousands of miles, far or thousands of miles, different languages, and names are not familiar, and as soon as you arrive at the section, there is a so-called examiner who is called the seat teacher; There are so-called fellow examiners, who are called room masters; those who are on the same list, who are called the same year; sons of the same year, who are called the year's nephew; the master, the son of the master, who is the brother of the world; Disciples; and the one chosen by the disciples is called the grandson of the disciples; the disciple is called the teacher of the teacher and the teacher.
You can see it!
This teacher and the students, between the same year and the same year, old generations, are intertwined and have huge interests.
Therefore, if the civilian official can be selected as the examiner of the examination, even if it is an assistant examiner, it will be enough to add a lot of capital to it.
Think about it, how successful the students in this subject are all their students!
Whenever the Spring Festival is approaching, it is suspected to be hand-picked in front of the gate of the residence of the chief examiner, and another audience is the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Because, except for the examiner who is selected by the present, most of the other examiners are from the Ministry of Rites, which is not hot.
King Qia'an also served as the principal in the ceremonial system of the Qing officials, and the ceremonial system of the Qing officials was in charge of the imperial examinations.
His Royal Highness An An, coupled with the hot Ritual Department, is obviously the number of winters. An Wang's Mansion is a gated city, and people who are rejected outside the door do not know how common they are. An Wang looks like he does not want to have deep friendship with these people.
Of course, this is only superficial. In fact, it should be done in private. Even the well-intentioned An Wang Jing these times, it is a bit suffocating, he will try once every three years, it is a good time for him to collect a lot of young officials.
There was a snowstorm in this room, and the King ’s An ’s palace opened a porridge shed to spread porridge, and there was more and more talk about Wang An ’s being a wise king among the wells. They are not as good as King An's of the Second Prince, such as Prince Li.
For a while, this voice grew louder.
A letter from an old official in the Central Korean government suggested that Emperor Hong Jing should decide on the candidate for Chu as soon as possible. Fang is a blessing for the society, but Emperor Hong Jing's attitude is unknown and has been under pressure. This burst of shouting, some people on the chapel went to Hong Jing Emperor.