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"Jin'er, you...you actually persuaded Mr. Nanshan. He, he, he really wants Zheyan to enter Shen Garden."

After Mrs. Wei read the letter, she reached out excitedly and squeezed Xie Jinyun's hand, speaking incoherently.

Mr. Nanshan was the imperial tutor of two emperors, and also taught Xie Jinyun and his three elder brothers.

Countless students have come out of Shen Yuan in the past few years. In the past two years, Mr. Nanshan, perhaps because of his old age, stopped accepting students.

Mrs. Wei never expected that Xie Jinyun would be so concerned about Song Zheyan's matter.

She held Xie Jinyun's hand tightly, her eyes slowly turned red, and she said in a choked voice, "How can I thank you, Jin'er."

Xie Jinyun shook his head and patted the back of Mrs. Wei's hand: "He was diligent, frugal and poor all his life. He never left a son or a half. Now he lives alone in a huge garden and is a little less lively."

"I introduced Zheyan to my mentor just to relieve his boredom and have fun, but I was afraid that my second aunt would worry that Zheyan would feel sorry for the child when faced with a strict teacher like my mentor."

"My mentor is no more strict than my master in family studies. If he doesn't obey, doesn't complete his homework, or acts like a monkey, he will inevitably get a beating."

When she went to Shenyuan with her brother when she was six years old, she was managed obediently by Mr. Nanshan. Such a delicate naughty girl, in Mr. Nanshan's hands, could wrap her hands with sandbags and write like a god.

Reading is not an easy step.

Wei smiled and wiped away her tears. When she looked up again, she had already adjusted her emotions.

"How can I feel sorry for my child? Reading and writing are not as tiring as playing with knives and guns all day long." Mrs. Wei looked at Song Zheyan.

He was ready to pick up the heavy sword at this moment, but he was still young and couldn't move it at all, but he still had to use all his strength to move it, which made the boy beside him sweat.

Xie Jinyun smiled at this, then came back to his senses and said: "Practice martial arts is as difficult as practicing martial arts, and reading is as difficult as studying. It is difficult for you to ask a military attache who has been holding a sword for many years to write a colorful article with a pen. You let your hand It is also difficult for a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken to carry that big sword, and it is not easy to achieve great things."

"What Jin'er said is that the second aunt underestimates the perseverance of scholars." Wei also realized that she just said the wrong thing, smiled and patted her mouth gently.

"It's not the second aunt's fault." Xie Jinyun thought of the fate of his second wife, Song Zheyan's life history, and the knot between Wei and Mrs. Wei. However, Ke Zheyan finally has his own outlook on life."

"Serving the country, protecting the people, being loyal to the emperor, righteousness, honesty, wisdom and bravery are the advantages of Zheyan. I am not saying this to persuade the second aunt to let Zheyan continue like this."

"It's just one more way and more choices. The more you restrain him, the more he will go against you. If one day, you stop talking about the death of your brothers in Xiguan in his ears, maybe he can calm down. Come and study hard."

"I..." When Wei heard these words, she was speechless.

Then she lowered her head and couldn't help crying again, thinking of her three sons who died in Xiguan.

She did often say in front of Song Zheyan, "What kind of martial arts practice, what kind of battlefield, your father and two uncles died there, no bones left, or no whole body left, what the end is, who cares about it now?" It’s catching them.”

She wanted to scare Song Zheyan with these words, but Song Zheyan seemed to be possessed. He wanted to take the military attache exam, enter the military camp, go to the front line, and threatened to: "Serve the country!"