Then following Mr. Lu's gaze, he saw Lu Haowen's excited and excited expression.

Lu Xizhe finally understood that they, father and son, were at the Sutra Banquet together!

Therefore, once father and son share the same spirit, they will join forces.

No matter how correct it is, it will be criticized by others, and it may even involve Mr. Lu.

If you don't do it right, someone will put a hat directly on your forehead, and you won't be able to wash it off!

So, Lu Xizhe said to Lu Haowen: "Disciple Shun, follow me to the study to talk..."

He needs to be warned carefully.

…

Today, it is a sunny day.

Wen Yanbo, served by Wen Jifu, leisurely basked in the sun in the small courtyard of Wen's house.

Wen Yanbo's recent life has been very dull, but also very fulfilling.

He would enter the palace once every ten days, show his face to the Empress Dowager, and then sit in the court hall for a while. Sometimes, the emperor would summon him, give him condolences, and give him tea.

Then the emperor would personally send him to Neidong Gate.

In terms of treatment, in this dynasty, only Lu Duan, the prime minister during the Zhenmiao period, Yan Shu, the prime minister during the Renmiao period, and Han Qi during the late emperor's reign, could compare with him.

The Thirteenth Niang in the palace also said when the wives of the Wen family entered the palace that the loving saints of the two palaces and the officials treated her very well.

Therefore, Wen Yanbo could enjoy his retirement life with peace of mind.

He doesn't care much about the affairs of the government - unless the two palaces ask him to serve as advisers.

Every day, besides listening to music, I read newspapers.

He read the Bianjing New Newspaper and Sima Kang's Bianjing Yibao.

Occasionally, my hands would feel itchy, so I would write a few poems and essays and send them to Bianjing Yibao for publication under Yisou's name.

If the weather is good, I'll have some free time.

So he invited Zhang Fangping and Sun Gu, who was recuperating in the capital, to organize a poetry meeting and sing harmony together.

For convenience, the three of them called this poetry meeting: Sansou Meeting.

Yesterday, a Sanso meeting ended.

The poem written by Wen Yanbo had wrong rhyme and rhyme, which caused a great loss of face.

At this moment, he was blaming himself.

"Zhang Andao and Sun Yunzhong will definitely arrange it behind my back..."

"We must come back to the next poetry meeting!"

Wen Yanbo knew that the scholar-bureaucrats of the Song Dynasty liked to write notes the most.

For example, Sima Guang wrote private notes called "Sushui Jiwen", which recorded the interesting private stories of countless people.

However, most people's notes will eventually be made public.

Then it was confiscated by bad guys.

Just when he was thinking about how to call Zhang Fangping at the next poetry meeting, Sun Gu also made a fool of himself like him.

In this way, if everyone makes a fool of themselves, it means that no one makes a fool of themselves.

Outside the courtyard, his second son Wen Yiqing, who was in the imperial city and had given up his duties in front of the family members, came back in a hurry.

Wen Yiqing came to Wen Yanbo, kowtowed respectfully, and then said: "Sir, today's sutra feast is over..."

"Oh..." Wen Yanbo opened his eyes, looked at Wen Yiqing, and asked, "But what happened?"

Wen Yiqing nodded and reported to Wen Yanbo what had almost spread throughout the imperial city.

After Wen Yanbo listened, he finally couldn't sit still.

He stretched out his hands and sat up with Wen Jifu's help.

"It seems that from now on, I have to attend the sutra feasts on the first and fifteenth day of every month!"

Wen Jifu and Wen Yiqing were delighted when they heard this: "Sir..."

They also thought that Wen Yanbo wanted to take advantage of the banquet to participate in government affairs.

Wen Yanbo naturally knew what these two silly sons were thinking.

He chuckled and said, "Don't think too much!"

"Even if I go to the sutra feast, I will only bring my ears with me..."

"Then why are you?" Wen Yiqing didn't understand.

Wen Yanbo looked at this stupid son and shook his head.

I am almost fifty or sixty years old, but I still have to teach my children step by step.

There was no way, Wen Yanbo could only remind them: "Do you still remember the "Gongye Chang" chapter in The Analects of Confucius?"

Brothers Wen Yiqing and Wen Jifu nodded.

"Zigong asked Confucius: What did Kong Wenzi mean by Wen? How did Confucius answer?"

Both brothers replied obediently: "You are smart and eager to learn, and you are not ashamed to ask questions. That is why you are called literary!"

Wen Yanbo looked at these two silly sons and asked, "Do you understand now?"

Wen Yiqing and Wen Jifu looked at each other half-understanding.

Wen Yanbo sighed, extremely glad that his two sons did not pass the Jinshi examination and become local officials.

Otherwise, his old face may be completely disgraced by these two stupid sons.

He is too lazy to teach.

Anyway, these two sons are hopeless, so let them continue like this.

This old face of mine is worth some money.
Chapter completed!