It was drizzling, and a spring rain quietly arrived silently in the night. Until the early morning, Chang'an pavilions and towers were shrouded in the rain, washing away the dullness accumulated in a winter, and everything seemed to have called for a new life.

The sound of reading aloud in the Imperial College was like a tide. Song Yufu looked at an empty table in front of the school, her eyes were a little complicated, but it turned into a helpless sigh.

After Xu Buling entered Beijing, the total time he spent in the school was only one month. He either rang the bell in the bell and drum tower or disappeared without a trace.

I didn't think anything was there before, but since I had kissed Xu Buling for no reason at the bell and drum tower last time, Song Yufu felt strange in her heart.

After all, it was her move, and Song Yufu couldn't blame Xu Buling, but the matter had already happened. If she didn't think about it, she would still inadvertently flash into her mind.

The hairpin is coming back, so it is logical that there should be no more involvement with each other. I think Prince Xu doesn't like me like the troublemakers like me...

Song Yufu thought silently, and after leading the morning reading, she left the school and walked to the courtyard where she lived behind the Imperial College.

Just halfway through the way, I saw my father, Songbaiqing, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and carrying a jar of wine.

Song Yufu was a little stunned. In her impression, her father never drank, and she would stroll around the garden when her mother was there. After her mother passed away, she was left with only writing, reading, and giving lectures.

Song Yufu trotted up, hid under the oil-paper umbrella, and asked in confusion:

"Dad, are you going to go out?"

Song Baiqing had never had any expression, but just handed the umbrella to her daughter and nodded:

"After going home, your master is back, and you will stay in the capital for a few days, and then go to Yuelu Mountain. You have never seen your grandfather yet, so you will live there for two years."

"ah?!"

Song Yufu held an oil-paper umbrella, and her little face showed a little excitement, but she was soon suppressed by inexplicably losing.

She had heard of Yuelu Mountain many times. It was located in Chu. There was a primary school in the mountains. There was originally only a master who taught some children from the surrounding villages. She had been unknown. Until more than 20 years ago, two people suddenly emerged and were famous for their achievements in painting and chess. The painting saint was Xu Danqing.

Later, when everyone inquired, they realized that these two men had their own disciples. No matter the civil and military officials in the world, they would go to Yuelu Mountain for a while, trying to find a master to become a disciple. Even the late emperor sent someone to invite him once, but unfortunately no one had ever found the rumored primary school.

There were actually four students taught by the old master, namely chess, calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, there were many strange people in the world, and two of them failed to become great, and pine and cypress are one of them.

However, Song Baiqing was not incompetent, but after he became a teacher, he always felt that writing was useless and his ability should be used to govern the country and ensure the country. He dived into Chang'an City and began his career in the officialdom, and he has been going to this day.

Song Yufu has longed for Xu Danqing and any rumored grandfather since she was a child. She is naturally very excited to follow Xu Danqing to visit her grandfather. But the journey is long and it takes two years. When she comes back in two years, Xu Buling should have returned to Suzhou City...

Thinking of this, Song Yufu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Song Baiqing walked in the rain, turned her head and looked at her daughter: "Don't you want to go?"

"Not...I want to go..."

Song Yufu was struggling for a long time, but she nodded and laughed.

Song Baiqing sighed and was silent for a moment:

"If a woman is not a big girl, it is natural to want to get married. But my dad doesn't have much dowry. Your grandfather is great. If you want to marry, you will tell him whoever you want to marry, whether it is a prince or a clan, you should give him face."

“Where is there~…”

Song Yufu's face suddenly turned red, she shook her head, weakly holding an umbrella and then stopped talking.

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The father and daughter went around and came to the old house on Zhuji Street.

In the rain, Xu Danqing, wearing a scholar's robe and holding an ink-black oil-paper umbrella, showed a bright smile from afar:

"Bai Qing, I haven't seen each other for many years. You still remember my hobby and have a heart. This is Yufu. I was only two or three years old when I saw it, and now I am so old."

Song Yufu was actually a little nervous. After all, the tomorrow of the Painting Saint is too big, almost to the point where everyone knows it.

After a little look, Song Yufu stepped forward and gave a blessing: "Uncle Song."

"Haha... I'm still as obedient as I was when I was a kid."

Xu Danqing took the wine jar from Song Baiqing very consciously and looked at the shabby small courtyard:

"But the house was still new when I left last time. I have not seen you change one in the past ten years. I think there is a lot of monthly salary for the Imperial College, and living here is too shabby."

Xu Danqing is a famous slut in the world. If it weren't for No Da's fame, Song Yufu would have frowned.

Song Baiqing opened the door lock and entered the courtyard. She has always been serious and ignored the princes and sons. How could she pay attention to this untrue senior brother, and said calmly:

"You've lived here these days, or you'll sleep on the streets, and you haven't done this."

Xu Danqing put away the oil paper umbrella and looked around back and forth: "I condemn my master to leave the same school, so I condescend to live here. To be honest, as long as I think about it, no one would say anything when I live in Tai Chi Palace. The emperor gave me a pen a few days ago, and that was to ask me to come out of the mountain..."

Song Yufu followed behind her and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Uncle Xu, the pen is like a sword and a box for people in the martial arts world. It seems that you can't come out again according to the rules..."

Xu Danqing touched his beard and smiled elegantly: "Uncle, I am a literati, how can I abide by the rules of the world? There are many officials who have retired and returned to the countryside to re-open it."

"But a literati must have a strong character. Saying that closing a pen is a seal, and after returning home, he is a mandate in the face of danger, it is different..."

“…”

Xu Danqing blinked and turned her head to look at Song Baiqing: "Junior brother, is this considered a tiger father without a dog? Why do you think it is like you?"

Song Yufu smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking.

Song Baiqing didn't have any idle thoughts:

"You have offended too many people, and they are all women. Women have always been cautious in holding grudges. Be careful when going out this time. Don't be like the eldest and second brothers, and don't even leave any incense."

Xu Danqing sat down next to the table and sighed: "You have to finish painting when you leave the mountain, at least eight, otherwise it will be difficult for the emperor to submit. Have you been in the capital for a long time? Do you know the famous beauty recently? I will go back to retire from the painting twice to save my death."

Song Baiqing shook her head, turned around and went to the side room to make tea.

After my father left, Song Yufu's courage naturally became stronger. She pursed her lips and said, "Brother Xu, see what I am like."

Xu Danqing can draw people and sees people. He naturally saw his daughter’s little thoughts and raised his hand to sway:

"It's not good to have a reputation too much. If you don't have a family background, you will inevitably suffer unrestrained disasters. Even if your family is good, it may not be a good thing. Just marry honestly and don't think so much."

Song Yufu said "Oh", thought for a while, glanced at the side room, and then said in a low voice:

"Uncle Xu, you... can you draw a person for me? I want to leave a portrait."

Xu Danqing chuckled and said with a casual tone: "Is it possible that Yufu has a recommended candidate? I am worried about this."

"No..." Song Yufu hesitated for a while and said quietly: "It's a man."

"Male..."

Xu Danqing has experienced all the beauty in the world. He glanced at her and shook his head:

"How can men draw? If this is spread, I will say that my taste has changed and I cannot draw it."

Song Yufu was a little excited and said seriously: "Don't worry, Uncle Xu, I promise not to spread your paintings, just look at them yourself."

Xu Danqing thought about it and was cynical. His niece asked for this, but she didn't push her around. He laughed:

"It's OK, but I don't draw ugly people, at least I have to be handsomer than Uncle."

"That's natural, much more than Xu Bojun."

“…”

Xu Danqing touched her chin and smiled a little far-fetchedly:
Chapter completed!