Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1950

Song Xizhi also went to work for the school. The school had not yet been located, so he had to follow the great Confucian scholars around.

Most of the great scholars were old, so he carefully supported and served them, doing his best.

He grinds ink and writes with it, and can imitate the different handwritings of great scholars, making them look real. He can even write in Japanese style, quite like a princess.

Huang Wanqian was surprised, "Have you practiced it?"

Song Xizhi looked up blankly, "I haven't practiced it." Then he nodded again, "No, I have practiced the Japanese style. The national style must be practiced hard."

He has a talent and can imitate many handwritings to about 70% of their originality just by looking at them once.

Huang Wanqian was extremely envious. He was old and could not practice the soul of the calligraphy. But it did not prevent him from appreciating and appreciating the excellence of the younger generation.

Song Xizhi's frivolous temperament, which was once only common among young people, has also been polished into calmness.

The lively expression between his eyebrows in the past has now settled into the insoluble ink in the inkstone. Even when he holds the kettle to add tea, his wrist no longer splashes a drop of extra water.

Huang Wanqian said privately, "This boy will have great fortune in the future."

Fang Yuchu said, "A person's life does not have to be devoted to the country only through a career in government. It would be comforting if he was willing to settle down and teach and educate people."

A few days later, Shi Anxia called Song Xizhi to ask, "Are you getting used to it?"

Song Xizhi replied, "Thank you Princess for your concern. I have adapted to everything."

Shi Anxia said, "Although you haven't passed the imperial examination, you are well-read and talented. I heard that you are familiar with the procedures of running a school, so I want to send you to Guicheng to assist Master Zeng in preparing for the school. Are you willing?"

Song Xizhi bowed his head and replied, "The criminal is willing."

That night, Shi Anxia sent someone to send Song Xizhi to Guicheng. After that, he traveled to various cities in Lingzhou and participated in the preparation of all the schools.

In fact, in many things, he is the errand boy and the main force, and he is very busy.

When the snow and wind were still blowing in Tiema City, a private school sprang up.

When the clear sound of a child reciting "Northern Wing Thousand Character Classic" was heard from South Street for the first time, An Xia and a group of great scholars came to celebrate.

Almost at the same time, this wind blew towards the newly recovered cities.

The plaque on the door of Qingcheng Academy had not yet dried, and on the official road leading to Guicheng and other places, in addition to food and heating supplies, there were also carriages loaded with book boxes. This sweeping cultural and educational wind had greened the barren border town earlier than the spring breeze.

When Anxia stood on the city wall, he seemed to see the battlefield where the Hu horses neighed through the sound of reading.

Ye Xun walked up slowly, and when he saw her standing alone, he stood beside her. "You said you wouldn't worry about me anymore, but you're still worrying about me. There's always work to be done in this world."

The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her eyes were calm. "We all have too many things in our hearts that we can't let go of."

The Lantern Festival arrived as scheduled. The clear and warm sound of reading and the lights lit up the hearts of the people that had been frozen for nearly a hundred years.

At that time, An Xia's reputation became even greater.

On New Year's Eve, Shi Anxia hosted another banquet for everyone, and also invited the government officials who had been busy on the official road for several months to celebrate with him.

The Song family was also among the invited guests.

The banquet was held in the Lantern Festival Square, where a simple warm shed was built. Porridge stalls were also set up around the square for people to eat.

Officials and civilians celebrated together, and Lingzhou was in good order.

However, a major event happened in the capital city, which almost made Xiao Yunde collapse: Tang Chujun disappeared.

Emperor Zhaowu received a secret report on his way back to the capital, in which he learned that Tang Chujun had disappeared after the Ministry of Rites completed the marriage proposal.

He also arranged for secret guards to intercept the news, not wanting Shi Anxia to be distracted.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Emperor Zhaowu arrived in the capital. He hurried into the palace and saw the retired emperor, who turned out to have white hair due to anxiety.

He thought of the white-haired Zhuo Qiran in Tiema City, and for a moment he felt indescribably depressed, "Father, please don't worry..."

How could Xiao Yunde not be anxious? The secret guards he sent out one after another almost searched the entire capital. Such a big man actually disappeared out of thin air before the wedding.