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    ? In the eighth year of Yuanshun, Heqing Haiyan, Guotai Minan.

    In the secluded women's school hall of the Imperial College, the crisp and pleasant voices of reading and the singing of birds outside the window sang together. Jiang Yan wore a plain Confucian dress covered with a light gauze, half of her long hair was tied on top of her head with a ribbon of the same color, and the other half was soft.  The waist was lowered softly, and the robe fluttered between the hands and feet, which was quite elegant.

    Jiang Yan is holding a scroll and knocking on her palm, with a smile on her lips, walking between the girls' desks. When she walks by the window, the sunlight that pours in will cast a golden shadow in her ink-like eyes, beautiful  And transparent.

    This is her sixth year of teaching female students in the Imperial College, and the girls sitting upright in the room are the third batch she has just taken over.  Now that the national style is open, more and more noble women come to the Imperial College to study, and this year's batch has reached 25 people. Some of them will become masters of calligraphy and painting, and some will write poems and essays to gain an elegant name.  There are also experts who study ancient books and stones, but most girls will still choose to wear a wedding dress on the way to study or after, and be a virtuous woman who cares for her husband and raises her children, and then disappears from everyone

    However, no girl took the road that Jiang Yan had walked.

    It's not that I dare not, but that I can't.  Since Empress Dowager Zhang died of illness, although the central government allowed official women to study in the Imperial College, they explicitly prohibited women from being officials.

    Just as she was thinking, a voice suddenly interrupted her train of thought.

    "Sir, may I ask what is the use of reading?" The one who spoke was the female student in the last row by the window, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with bright and cunning eyes, and a layer of warm sunlight on her body, like an elf born in the light.  She smiled and asked, "Most of the former female students are married and become wives, and few of them can be named among the sages. Since we have to marry sooner or later, why do we bother to come here to study?"

    Jiang Yan recognized her: Han Manlin, the youngest daughter of Han Xi, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion.

    When seeing her, Jiang Yan always thinks of herself eleven or twelve years ago.  The sound of reading around gradually subsided, and more than twenty young girls all looked at Jiang Yan, hoping for a reply.

    Jiang Yan also smiled, rolled her eyes, and said, "I'll tell you a story."

    She is not as rigid in teaching as Cen Siye, but likes to talk about some things with extensive references, so that students can understand by themselves while listening.  Sure enough, upon hearing the story, the girls all sat up straight and waited with bated breath.

    "There is a record in "Tang Poetry Chronicle" that a poet surnamed Zhang in the Tang Dynasty returned home drunk at night, and met gangsters on the way who wanted to extort his money. But all the money of Poet Zhang was spent in wine shops, and he didn't have a copper coin all over his body.  , and I can¡¯t call for help, I¡¯m afraid that the vicious criminals will kill me, what should I do?¡±

    The girls were fascinated by what they heard, and shook their heads one after another, even breathing nervously.

    Jiang Yan suppressed a smile.  Ever since she became a doctoral officer in the Women's School, Jiang Yan has become more and more fond of this official post. It is quite interesting that she can fool the young and ignorant students wantonly and frighten them for a while.

    After a pause, she closed the door, and then said: "In desperation, Poet Zhang forced himself to calm down and said, 'I am the poet Zhang Ji'. When the villain heard about it, he was shocked and said: 'I have heard about the poet Zhang for a long time.  Send a prestigious name, so there is no need to snatch it, you should let it go.' After that, the villain bowed and sent it back. You see, this is the magic function of reading."

    Jiang Yan simulated Zhang Ji's elegant voice and the gangster's rough voice vividly. The girls seemed to understand and laughed.

    Not long after, the sound of reading was heard again and again, more crisp and serious than before.

    Jiang Yan was very satisfied, and walked to the rattan chair in front of the school with her hands behind her back, ready to sit down and rest for a while, drinking a cup of fragrant tea.

    Unexpectedly, just as he sat firmly, he saw a fluffy head passing by outside the window sill, and an indigo blue silk scarf was wrapped around the crooked little bun.  Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows, and looked out of the window leisurely, thinking that maybe that kid Fu Siyan sneaked out again to make trouble.

    Sure enough, the little head outside slowly disappeared from the window sill, as if squatting down, and then, a pair of small hands like white jade lotus roots stretched out from under the window sill, and put a bunch of freshly picked Empress Flowers on the window,  He raised another finger, pointed to the flower on the window sill, and then pointed in the direction of Jiang Yan, indicating that the flower was for her.

    That bouquet of bright and beautiful emperor flowers is very familiar.  If I remember correctly, only Cen Siye planted two pots in the entire Imperial College, and he regarded them as treasures

    Very good, Gouwaer committed another crime.  If you don't protect him today and let his father take care of it, you won't be scolded bloody by Cen Siye.

    Having calculated everything in her heart, Jiang Yan slowly stood up with her hands behind her back, and walked outside the door of the academy. She saw Gouwaer moving against the wall, standing in the word "Ø­" for a while, and standing for a while.Some, just by standing there, the children who were still noisy just now fell silent for an instant, and retreated a foot away with Fu Li as the center of a circle.  Even Princess Baorong in Jiang Yan's arms shrank her shoulders and buried her face in Jiang Yan's arms.

    Jiang Yan smiled at Fu Li, and returned Princess Baorong to the nanny.  She said to Fu Li: "Cen Siye is not angry?"

    "Order me to take my son home and discipline him. He is not allowed to enter the Imperial College within three months." Fu Li let go of his son's collar by the nape of his neck, letting him stand still. Although his voice was cold, he looked at Jiang  There is a slight warmth in Yan Shi.

    "It should be punished with a ruler, and you should face the wall and think about it." Jiang Yan pinched Fu Siyan's ear and said with a smile.

    In front of father, Fu Siyan, the devil king of the world, was as quiet as a chicken, not daring to take a breath.

    The family left the gate of the Imperial College and headed home.  Fu Li took Jiang Yan by the hand, and the couple still held hands side by side as if they were teenagers, walking towards the beautiful sunset, one literary and one military, one soft and one strong, extremely harmonious.

    "Tired?" Fu Li asked.

    "It's okay." Jiang Yan said, "What about you?"

    "It's okay." Fu Li replied.

    Fu Siyan's little figure was alone, following behind them, watching helplessly his father and mother talking hand in hand, while he was alone, couldn't help feeling sad, rushed forward to hold his mother's hand, but was caught by his father.  The knife stays in place.

    "The couple in front, you have left your son on the road!" Fu Siyan was full of anger, and simply threw a tantrum.

    Suddenly, Jiang Yan made an expression of "so you're still here" and said, "Oh, I was so busy talking to you that I almost forgot Gouwaer."

    Listen, listen Fu Siyan thought sadly: Is there anyone like this?

    "Okay, don't do it anymore, you can't do it to your father." Jiang Yan stretched out a hand to hold Fu Siyan, and said with a smile, "Both father and son don't worry."

    One is worrying during the day, and the other is worrying at night.

    Being held by A Niang's warm and soft palm, Fu Siyan curled up the corners of his mouth contentedly, his eyes curled up like a fox, and he leaned over to step on the puddle beside him.  Under the setting sun, the family of three freezes into a harmonious silhouette.

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    By the way, I didn't realize that I wrote a 'seal release' yesterday what the hell!  I have no memory at all, and I actually wrote such a funny word?

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