Yin Qingfeng replied respectfully: "Wen Li Gong is my uncle."

"I am Yan Xianfu, whose father is named Qinli, and his grandmother is the youngest sister of Uncle Ling."

As soon as Yan Zhao finished speaking, Yin Qingfeng was stunned: He called Yin Wenli an uncle, and his mother was Yin Wenli's sister, which means that this kid was his cousin's uncle?

"Yan Xianfu...Yan Xianfu..."

After a while, Yin Qingfeng suddenly remembered who Yan Xianfu was.

Yan Xianfu changed his name to Yan Zhaofu because he avoided the taboo of Emperor Zhongzong of Tang Dynasty.

Yan Xianfu and his younger brother Yan Jingzhong were born to Yan Qinli's original wife Yin. After the fall of Yin, Yan Qinli's successor wife Liu was the sister of the Secretariat Ling Liu Shi, and Liu Shi was the grandfather of Wang, the Empress Gaozong.

Later, Liu Shi and Gu Shi, Minister Chu Suiliang and others were executed for defending Empress Wang and opposing the enthronement of Wu Zetian as their queen. Yan Qinli was also implicated and demoted to the Chief of Kuizhou. Any son born by Mrs. Liu would not be allowed to serve in his lifetime. Although Yan Jingzhong, the doctor of the Ministry of Personnel, was not born by Liu, he was also slandered by cruel officials.

"I don't know what the relationship between Liu Shi and Xue Liu is, but... Yan Xianfu is Yan Zhenqing's grandfather~~~~"

Thinking of this, Yin Qingfeng sorted out his clothes and bowed respectfully, "Nephew Yin Qingfeng, pay homage to cousin Yan."

Don’t worry about what Yan Xianfu’s purpose was to come to him. He first admitted the marriage. He was worried that he had no excuse to get in touch with Yan.

"Hahaha, I just heard outside the door that the two witty words that came out today came from my husband's mouth. I was very happy, so I found them."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Yan Xianfu still smiled, "Don't be so reserved. I know that your Aye nature, my father and I can understand it. Now that I recognize you, you should have more contact in the future."

"The nephew has long wanted to worship Mr. Yan Hui, and I don't know what excuses to visit. Today I have to recognize my uncle, and my nephew is very happy!"

The most famous Yan family in Chang'an City is Yan Shigu. The second brother Yan Xiangshi, the third brother Yan Qinli, and the fourth brother Yan Yude. They either serve as the bachelor of Hongwen or Chongxian, or serve as the general staff, and each of them has outstanding talents.

Their official positions seem to be of low rank, but the emperor and the prince's pen secretary, personal think tank consultant, principal and professor of the top aristocratic schools in the dynasty... can this be judged by rank?

"In terms of education, the great-grandfather of the cousin, the great-grandfather of the cousin, is the person he admires the most."

"Oh?" Yan Xianfu asked curiously: "How much do you know about your great-grandfather?"

The sentence just now was not something that Yin Qingfeng flattered casually. It can be regarded as the first family motto in Chinese history with rich content and grand system. It is also an academic work. Yin Qingfeng repeatedly read this book on family education theory in modern times.

"I have a little understanding of Zhitui Gong's nephew, but I just dream about it when I long for you."

"I heard you have run a big school?" Yan Xianfu, who was boasting about his ancestors, was not attracted by sweet words.

"About ten thousand people."

"The same is true for others. I couldn't believe it before, but now it seems that it is true. But... I heard that those students are the sons of your servants?"

"Yes. However, my nephew plans to let them go in the next few years."

"Everyone is put on good terms?" Yan Xianfu was a little stunned.

Without exception, he, like people of this era, did not understand Yin Qingfeng's remarks

Yin Qingfeng explained patiently: "Each of their children is studying in the school. If they don't give up their good deeds, then the little nephew will be in danger."

"It's dangerous? Why do you say that?" Yan Xianfu was so curious.

"If those children are as illiterate as their fathers and grandparents, it is a good idea to raise them to farm. But if they have learned something, it is inevitable that someone will slander the saints."

"Well~~~It makes sense~~~ Then...you don't teach..."

Speaking of this, Yan Xianfu stopped because his ancestor's teacher said the saying "There is no difference in teaching."

There is no difference in teaching, which can be explained as: no matter who is educated, it is not excluded from the education targets because of wealth, wealth, noble and humbleness, wisdom and ignorance, good and evil. It can also be explained as: people are originally "existent". For example, some are wise, some are foolish; some are filial and some are unworthy. However, through education, these differences can be eliminated.

No matter what explanation it was, Yan Xianfu could not persuade Yin Qingfeng not to teach those children. "Kong Sheng spent his whole life and only taught more than 3,000 disciples... The number of these ten thousand people may increase in the future~~~"

"In the end, they were good people of the Tang Dynasty."

Yan Xianfu did not discuss the topic of students with Yin Qingfeng, but instead talked about family matters.

When they saw a servant holding a lantern passing by, they realized that it was getting late, "I remember having time to sit in my place."

"The nephew remembers it."

The old and young people of ancient people were especially reflected during meals, so Yan Xianfu could not call Yin Qingfeng to his table just because of his speculation with Yin Qingfeng, and to disrupt the order arranged by his master, unless the wine was almost done and everyone was chatting with each other.

After the two parted, Yin Qingfeng was stopped before he could reach the yard where Cheng Chusi and the others were.

The person who stopped Yin Qingfeng was Changsun Meng who posted a post to him, "Meet the county marquis, and the prince and the head of the family summoned the county marquis to go."

Because the Changsun Wuji and his son gave Yin Qingfeng a bad impression just now, Yin Qingfeng's first thought was: It shouldn't be a trap, right? For example, as he walked, a woman in messy clothes appeared and then shouted...

"Haha, have you watched too many soap operas?"

Yin Qingfeng eliminated the idea just now and dared to play conspiracy under Li Shimin's nose. Changsun Wuji did not have the courage or necessity.

"I pay homage to my uncle, to the Duke of Changsun County, to all the elders."

Although the tables and chairs used to entertain other guests, Changsun Wuji's banquet for the main guests was still on the wooden bed, and the host and guest were both one person and one case, and the etiquette followed the ancient system.

Li Shimin sat in the main seat, with Changsun Wuji on the left, and the man on the right was nearly 60 years old and should be a military member. The guests sitting at this banquet were Xiao Yu, Chen Shuda, Feng Deyi, Cheng Yaojin, Du Fuwei and Yin Yuan, and Yin Qingfeng knew half of the people. He did not know him.

Li Shimin did not introduce who the guests were all on the seat. "I heard from your uncle Changsun that you just gave me two wonderful congratulations. Your Ouyang Bozu has already written it and asked you to come and watch it together."

The Ouyang Bozu mentioned by Li Shimin refers to Ouyang Xun, one of the four masters of regular script in China. Later generations said that his calligraphy was dangerous in the middle of the plain and straightforward, which is most suitable for those who are new to calligraphy to copy it, and he claims that his calligraphy is "Ou style".

While Li Shimin was speaking, the four maids each held one end and showed a picture of the characters to everyone.

Ouyang Xun's regular script is characterized by rigorous rules and steep writing skills, but Yin Qingfeng does not know how to appreciate it. After all, he lacks the kind of cultivation background he has been cultivated since childhood. Even though his thin gold body is still well written, it is because he has taken advantage of time travel.

Li Shimin asked: "How do you think it's written?"

Yin Qingfeng bowed and replied, "The elder's Mobao is not something that a kid dares to comment on arrogantly."

"You know what you are. There are only three or two people in the world who can barely compare with you." After commenting, Li Shimin turned to an old man over 60 years old and said: "Sir, although this boy is humble, his calligraphy may also be his own. His brushwork, structure, and composition are all very different from those of his predecessors."

No one dared to question Li Shimin's words on such occasions, but everyone's face showed some doubt.

Yin Qingfeng frowned secretly after hearing this. It would be fine if Changsun Wuji deliberately highlighted his existence, but Li Shimin is the same now. What is the rhythm?

"Why would you show me a little bit?" Ouyang Xun directly expressed his curiosity, surprise or suspicion.

Yin Qingfeng also knew that he might not be able to refuse at this time. Since that was the case, it would be better to play with a big one. He bowed slightly, "Does Uncle Changsun know what the boy's gift is?"

Changsun Wuji was stunned and turned around and ordered: "Present the gift from the county marquis."

A maid behind him went out with her orders, while Yin Qingfeng stood there with his eyes looking at his nose and nose, staring at him curiously.

After the scene was quiet for a while, Li Shimin broke the deadlock, "Auxiliary machine, guess what this kid's gift is."

Changsun Wuji answered for a long time because he was not thinking about what the gift that Yin Qingfeng brought, but reviewed the information he knew about Yin Qingfeng. Although he had done this analysis more than once. However, the two confrontations between him and Yin Qingfeng today led him to a very bad conclusion: he could not master the rhythm.

He shook his head, "Wuji can't guess it."

Changsun Wuji's dull words made Li Shimin's intention was wasted. If Changsun Wuji said some humorous words next, the topic might continue. But as the master, he said this. No matter what others wanted to say before, he could not continue. Even Li Shimin was surprised by Changsun's answer.

For a moment, the scene became colder again.

Changsun Wuji was analyzing Yin Qingfeng and Li Shimin's question bit by bit. He just gave an answer in an unconscious state. But the scene was already like this, and it would be too late for him to make up for it.

He could only curse inwardly, 'Damn it!' and let the scene be so awkward, "I have to see what this kid will do."

The box painted with tung tung is brought up by red sandalwood material.

Yin Qingfeng waved his servant away and opened the box himself.

If you look at this rosewood box from a distance, it is just a square wood coated with tung oil, but in fact it is a combination of multi-layer drawers. If you don’t look closely, you will definitely not see the gap, as if it is a square wood. But in fact, there are half a finger-sized grooves on both sides of each layer of drawers. To open the drawer, you only need two index fingers to gently move into your arms.

Yin Qingfeng took out the pen grid, Yanshan, Pen bed, Pen screen, Pen holder, Pen boat, Pen wash, Pen touch, Water cup, Water injection, Ink box, Ink box, Paperweight, and Ruler.

When the study and art plays were placed on the desk, everyone was shocked and guessed the purpose of these porcelains.

Unfortunately, Yin Qingfeng did not explain, he just placed these porcelains in different positions around rice paper.

Then, he poured out the ink from the inkstone he had prepared before and ordered the maid to get cold water.

After the cold water was taken, Yin Qingfeng poured the water into the water, then held the water in one hand and picked up the grinding block in the other...

Some people nodded secretly with Yin Qingfeng's actions, especially Ouyang Xun.

A character or a painting, before writing and painting, the person in front of the table settles his heart by grinding ink or conceiving the structure of the characters and paintings. If the mind is not calm, the calligraphy and painting will have no soul.

After Yin Qingfeng finished his pen, the person who kept exhaling and calm finally breathed happily.

The old Ouyang Xun was the first to jump to the desk, and the others also surrounded him after they realized it.

The artistic characteristics of thin gold body are: beautiful lines, firm strokes, exquisite dots and strokes, handsome structure, and relaxed layout.

After watching for a long time, Ouyang Xun said to himself: "The handwriting is thin and upright, and it is thin without losing its flesh. The turning point is full of hidden tips and exposed tips, and the couplets are like a wandering silk running in the air. The brush is refreshing and full of pride, like cutting gold and jade. It really has a unique charm~~~~"

He is a master of pen, and his words are the norm. People who claim to have achievements in calligraphy or appreciation will nod and even show a sudden expression.

Ouyang Xun finally said affirmatively: "If you practice hard day and night without intercourse, you will be able to achieve success without ten years!"

After Ouyang Xun sighed and praised, he turned to look at Yin Qingfeng who was standing there calmly, "Will it be perfect?" Before Yin Qingfeng could answer, he said again: "It must be, otherwise I would not have seen it before!"

Yin Qingfeng, who did not answer or react to Ouyang Xun's words, silently recited in his heart: "Thank you, grandpa who forced me to learn calligraphy, I wish you a peaceful sleep in heaven."

Literary people are common problems since ancient times, but they have absolute advantages if they do not include one party. Which is better, which is better, or self-contained? Everyone has an answer in their hearts.

In the world of literati, the quality of a person's calligraphy determines the degree of respect he is respected. If it weren't for Yin Qingfeng's seniority, Yin Qingfeng would have received more than those praise-oriented gazes now.

"Hahaha..." Li Shimin returned to the seat, "I haven't said anything false!"
To be continued...