The Palace Office, the Shangshu Mansion.

The gatehouse is tall and majestic, with extraordinary momentum.

This is an official house and is given by the emperor.

However, unlike the nobles, the nobles can be passed down from generation to generation.

However, after retiring, civil officials wanted to "return their wealth to the emperor", but they were taken back by the Ministry of Internal Affairs...

At about two o'clock in the morning, Jia Cong and his party arrived in front of the Shangshu Mansion.

After getting off the carriage, Song Hua, the grandson of Song Yan, and his cousin Wu Fanhou were at the gate of Xijiao.

The main gate of the Shangshu Mansion is similar to the main gate of the Duke Mansion. Except for the day of the grand festival, the central gate will only open when the imperial edict is introduced in the palace, and it will not open normally.

"Mr. Uncle Xiao."

Although it was awkward to a boy who was half smaller than himself, the Song family passed on the family through courtesy, and Song Hua did not dare to give it a discount. Therefore, after seeing Jia Cong get off the car, he hurriedly took Wu Fan forward to salute.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Although etiquette cannot be abolished, I am young after all. After I set my seniority, I don't have to do this every time. Etiquette is more important than the heart, not the way."

Upon hearing this, Song Hua smiled bitterly: "Although this is the case, I still have to ask my grandfather before talking about it."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk to my master. Go in. Let's see my master's wife first."

"yes."

...

"Disciple Jia Cong, please feel good to sir and sir."

In the Shangshu Mansion, in the Song Family Lizhao Hall, Jia Cong paid a great ceremony to worship.

In the hall, Song Yan and his first wife Wu sat in the upper seat.

Song Yan's face was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes. He just glanced at the upper right corner of Jia Cong's forehead. When he saw the faint red mark, anger flashed in his eyes.

Wu was not so particular, with a kind smile on his face, and liked to look at Jia Cong and said, "Get up quickly... Ouch! Why did this child give birth to such a good child? Come up quickly..."

After calling Jia Cong next to him one after another, he took his hand to look up and down. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

Jia Cong felt a little embarrassed. He originally thought that Wu, who was born in a great Neo-Confucian family, should also exude the atmosphere of "preserving the laws of nature and destroying human desires" everywhere, and was an old-fashioned old lady.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like an ordinary old lady, so kind...

It's really unexpected.

However, if Jia Cong is really just a ten-year-old boy, that would be fine.

But he was mature and was praised by an old grandma for being beautiful... he was really uncomfortable.

But his unnaturalness fell into Wu's eyes but became a shy child. When he remembered his husband told him about Jia Cong's life experience and experience, he became more and more pity.

It was Song Yan who saw Jia Cong’s discomfort, coughed dryly, and said, “Okay, Cong’er will come often in the future. Sometimes when you care about him, don’t forget your master’s wife’s etiquette.”

After hearing this, Wu hurriedly took a gift box from the maid behind him and gave it a gift to apprenticeship.

Jia Cong took it, guessing it was a pen, and thanked Wu with a smile.

After the ceremony, Song Yan drove the people away: "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare, and let Cong'er have dinner in the mansion today."

Wu's general Jia Cong looked and then turned around and left.

When Wu left, Song Yan said to Jia Cong: "You are puzzled, why is your master's wife so ignorant?"

Jia Cong was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "How dare I think so? Master's wife treats her with kindness and kindness. The disciples are only moved, how dare they feel disrespectful?"

Song Yan nodded slightly and said, "When he was a teacher, his family was poor when he was young, but your teacher's family was only for an inconspicuous family of gentry, but he had little wealth.

The money that you took the exam to the teacher back then was all the money that your teacher’s wife had secretly saved up.

I also take care of myself on weekdays and give me food and clothing.

If not, there would be no teacher today.

Until now, your master's wife is still as kind as she used to be.

When she knew your situation, she felt very distressed.

Your two senior brothers were severely disciplined since childhood, and Zihou was the one who had just returned to Beijing even though he had only returned to the 13th and 14th century.

So she treats you like a parent-children."

Jia Cong could tell that his mentor and his wife were really in love with each other.

And Song Yan and Wu also really regarded him as a family...

Jia Cong knew that this was by no means an exaggeration. In this era when relatives and teachers were together, they would be a family after they decided to be a teacher-student.

It is a inheritance relationship that is no less than blood and family affection.

So he understood Wu's closeness, and the only doubt that he had was why Kong Chuanzhen and Song Yan loved him so much...

It's just that he can't ask directly about this doubt.

Having doubts about the actions of respecting and loving elders is a behavior of disobedience.

Besides, it is not the time to think about these things...

Jia Cong was moved and went on a big prayer again and said, "I am extremely grateful to you for your kindness and protection from your master's wife. In the future, I will be diligent in my studies, live up to my master's expectations, be filial to my master's wife, and live up to my master's wife's love."

Song Yan nodded and said, "Get up, just have this ambition. You are still young, and although you have to study hard, you should not work too hard, otherwise the root cause of your body will be bad."

After Jia Cong got up, he replied, "Yes, I remember it."

Song Yan pointed to Song Hua below and said, "This is your nephew Hou, you have seen it. In the future, I went to the Imperial College and went to my master's house every three days. Zi Hou can teach you the meaning of the scriptures.

Although his seniority is lower than you, after all, he will learn for a few years first, which is enough to teach you."

Jia Cong was completely unlucky, but said in doubt: "Sir, does the Imperial College allow their children to go out to prison every three days?"

Song Yan explained: "The Imperial College is divided into outer houses, inner houses and upper houses. The outer houses are divided into Imperial College, Taixue, Guangwenguan, and four-door halls.

The Imperial College is the third rank or above, and the descendants of the Imperial College, the fewest students in this school, but the doctors, assistants, straight lecturers, and even the fasting servants are of the highest grade and the highest level.

But unfortunately, the children of powerful people are mostly playboys.

The imperial court was equipped with such good conditions, and it was not rare to enter the inner room from the Imperial College, but never before.

There are more than just a bastard who is scattered. The Imperial College has long given up hope for them, so the control is relaxed.

Cong'er, as a descendant of the Duke's Mansion, even if you use the Yinmeng quota from the Shangshu Mansion, you must join the Imperial College.

At that time, you must not be stumbling around with those who are slutty and learn bad things.”

Hearing Song Yan's words, Jia Cong thought to himself that Jia Rong from Ning Mansion was probably such a person, and hurriedly replied: "Disciple remembers the words of the sir and will be cleansed..."

Looking up, he saw that Song Yan was not looking at him, but Wu Fan sitting below.

I immediately understood that Wu Fan, who was sweating all over, was probably not a good student.

Seeing his small eyes rolling around, he seemed to be guilty and pretended that Song Yan was not saying it, Jia Cong knew that this kid was definitely not a good-looking lamp.

It is strange that Song Yan asked him to come to the Shangshu Mansion every three days, because he was afraid that he would learn bad things.

Perhaps Wu had the foresight, and after a while, he sent someone to call Wu Fan away...

Faced with the spoiled behavior of his old wife, Song Yan couldn't do so, so he had to say to Jia Cong: "How are you living in the Jia family recently?"

Jia Congying said: "The disciples live a very good life, and both uncles and aunts are very kind and caring."

Song Yan glanced at the wound on Jia Cong's forehead again and snorted coldly. It was just that Jia She was involved, so it was not easy to say much.

Faced with Song Yan's unconcealed care, Jia Cong was really curious.

Based on his understanding from Jia Zheng, Song Yan is definitely not such a person.

How could the title of the great scholar of Neo-Confucianism be sneering?

Only from Song Hua's tutoring can you see extraordinaryness...

Why is he so special to him?

Not to mention him, even Song Hua below was vaguely shocked.

But Song Yan didn't say much, and no one dared to ask more questions.

After taking the exam for the recent homework, Song Yan praised Jia Cong again, praising him for his solid homework and sincere attitude.

Know what you know, but don’t know what you don’t know.

No fraud or pretentiousness.

Then he analyzed Jia Cong's confusion in an easy-to-understand manner and understood it.

Now, Song Hua's face below became even more strange...

Because in the Song family, it is necessary to have good academic studies, and if you don’t study well, you will be scolded and scolded.

Have you ever seen someone who has not even fully understood the Four Books and is praised like this?

He is the eldest son and grandson, and is loved by his grandmother Wu, but he has difficulties in his studies. Song Yan just told him which book to ask for answers, and would never give the answer directly.

Song Hua was completely confused for a moment and couldn't figure out why his grandfather loved this junior uncle so much.
To be continued...