Su family

The Lingering Garden is the most unique among the many gardens of the Su family.

Although it is man-made, it is like the sky opening.

The scenery of the whole garden is simple, elegant and graceful. It does not rely on craftsmanship to win, but takes nature as its beauty.

As the saying goes, "mountain" is the essence of the garden, and "water" is the lifeblood of the garden.

Without mountains, there is no landscape, and without water, there is no vitality.

Mountains are alive with water, and mountains are charming with water.

And this lingering garden is the essence of classical gardens.

Su Jiwen walked through a rockery and passed an arch.

A white stone path leads to a small hexagonal pavilion.

This is the most secluded place in the garden.

Su Jiwen was dressed in fine clothes, unlike ordinary young men who always wore fine clothes.

He just likes these simple, close-fitting and comfortable clothes.

The smell of alcohol from last night has dissipated

There is a woman and an old man in the hexagonal pavilion.

"Brother, where did you go last night?"

Su Xinlan asked accusingly.

"If I don't come back and I don't know what to say, my mother will be very worried."

Su Ji said: "I just went to see my mother. Your brother and I are such an adult, what can happen to me?"

As he said that, he came over and clasped his fists.

"I've met Mr. Zhang."

The old man's name is Zhang Tai, a native of Changzhou.

A well-known Confucian master, the first of the three unique talents in Guangling.

Since the Queen ascended the throne, she has been living in seclusion and amusing herself with poetry and painting.

The Su family tried their best to invite her ten years ago, and Zhang Tai saw that Su Xinlan was very talented.

So he agreed to stay in the Su family and teach him the art.

Su Xinlan's nose twitched slightly and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, "Brother, you went to drink again!"

Su Jiwen smiled, "Thirteen has entered the third level, how could I not celebrate it.

Moreover, this drink was not in vain, and I also made a good brother."

Su Xinlan glanced at him and said, "Who is not your good brother? When we meet, he invites people to drink and show their respect."

Zhang Tai couldn't help but smile, and poured a cup of tea for Su Jiwen.

Su Jiwen waved his hand, "This is different. Lao Li has the scholarly spirit of a scholar and the generosity of a common man.

I don’t like to put on airs, it’s too much for my liking.”

Speaking of this, Su Jiwen suddenly remembered.

"By the way, I seem to have promised Lao Li to send him three jars of wine. I have to prepare the wine."

Su Jiwen was about to leave, but stopped and said to Zhang Tai.

"Mr. Zhang, I need to ask you a favor."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Tai said in a gentle tone.

"I want you to help me appreciate a poem."

Zhang Tai smiled and said, "Oh? Mr. Su can also write poetry?"

Everyone knows that the son of the Su family in Ruxi is proficient in martial arts, but not good at poetry and painting.

There is no trace of ink in my chest.

Su Jiwen didn't mind others saying he was uneducated, "Sir, please don't laugh at me. This is a poem written by a friend."

"Master, tell me."

Su Jiwen thought for a moment and said slowly.

“When you’re drunk, you don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.”

Su Xinlan, who was practicing calligraphy on the side, suddenly felt her hands go numb.

Zhang Tai originally had a playful expression, but his eyes flashed and he murmured twice.

Su Xinlan came back to her senses and couldn't help but said: "...What a beautiful poem."

Entering the scene with poetry.

Among the three, Zhang Tai was the most knowledgeable and a Confucian master.

The scenery in my eyes is no longer limited to this secular garden.

As if half asleep and half awake, I saw the reflection of the starry sky in the water, floating above the Milky Way, and fell into a deep sleep amidst the brilliant starlight.

For a long time, Zhang Tai took a deep breath.

"What's the next sentence?"

Su Jiwen frowned and thought, "Well, it seems to be gone... maybe I forgot and was drunk at the time and didn't hear clearly."

Su Jiwen suddenly realized that the way Zhang Tai looked at him was not right.

It was as if someone blocked the faucet when I was halfway peeing.

Su Jiwen looked at his sister, "Is this poem good?"

After getting a positive reply from my sister.

Su Jihua smiled proudly, his brother Su Jihua was certainly extraordinary.

.............

Nan Guo Gong Mansion, inside the hall.

"Mother, you see that Shisan has reached the third level now. Should we find him a teacher?"

The second lady asked tentatively.

On the one hand, it is to find out the old lady's thoughts.

On the other hand, if the old lady really agrees, the second wife can also take the initiative and take over the matter of finding a teacher, which will make it easier for her to do anything.

"Looking for a teacher? What's the use? It's just a fluke."

The old lady took a sip of tea and didn't care.

"After all, he is not from our Yan family, let him be."

The second lady smiled, but did not agree with what the old lady said.

The old lady can say something wrong with Yan Shisan.

But as an aunt, she couldn't say that in front of the old lady.

"Old lady, second madam."

The maid came in.

"Master Su, Miss Su and Mr. Zhang Tai are waiting outside the door to pay their respects to the old lady."

Zhang Tai?

The old lady and the second lady were shocked at the same time.

The great scholar Zhang Tai had lived in seclusion for many years, and was then invited by the Su family to be the teacher of Miss Su Xinlan.

At that time, the Duke of Nanguo's Mansion also spent a lot of effort to invite Zhang Tai to the Duke of Nanguo's Mansion, even if it was just a name.

But it's a pity that Zhang Tai didn't value fame and fortune and fell in love with Su Xinlan at first sight.

Entered the Su family.

Over the years, Zhang Tai has been living in seclusion.

But it does not hinder his status in the minds of scholars.

"Quick, please!"

After a while, Su Xinlan and Su Jihua from the Su family walked into the hall with a middle-aged man.

The old lady stood up and said with a smile: "It's been fifteen years since we've been together, Mr. Zhang is fine."

Zhang Tai returned the greeting, "Good morning, Madam."
To be continued...