Cheng Chengsi looked at him and said, "Is this what you wanted to discuss with me before the meal?"

Chen Xiuwen bowed and said, "Yes, teacher. I want to ask you to consider accepting the eldest princess as your disciple."

"Grand Princess?" Cheng Chengsi had no impression of the emperor's daughter. Instead, he remembered the proposal storm at the birthday party. He suddenly realized something and pointed his finger at Shen Xiu Wen and said, "Do you want your master to accept your fiancée as a disciple?"

Chen Xiuwen nodded and replied: "That's true, I hope the teacher will fulfill it."

Cheng Chengsi smiled and said, "Xiao Wen'er thinks beautifully."

Chen Xiuwen looked at him with anticipation and smiled: "Teacher, I can't guarantee anything else, but one thing is certain that the eldest princess is a good child, and she will surely win you."

Cheng Chengsi laughed and said, "How can you be sure? There are many good children in the world, but for so many years you have only accepted five disciples in your home."

Chen Xiuwen's ears were slightly red and said, "Teacher, you look at me, I look at the eldest princess, so, look, do you think you will also look at the eldest princess and think it's good?"

Cheng Chengsi raised his hand and pointed at him, and smiled, "It sounds a bit reasonable at first glance, but it's actually a mess. Xiao Wen'er, you have learned bad things by just one meal."

Chen Xiuwen bowed and smiled and said, "I am ashamed of my disciples. I have learned a little slower. I should have agreed to you before the meal. If you accept it, you will accept it. If you don't accept it, you will not accept it."

Cheng Chengsi couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, let's consider it as a teacher."

Chen Xiuwen didn't expect that he really let go. He was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you, teacher!"

Cheng Chengsi stroked his beard and said, "It seems that my subordinates are going to have a love affair. It's not bad, not bad."

Chen Xiuwen's face turned red and she defended: "Teacher, the eldest princess is still a child. I don't mean that. How can there be any kind of love or unkind?"

Cheng Chengsi looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you are very enlightened. Since you are dedicated to others, you will be as your wish. Although you may not accept her as a disciple, you can enter our sect."

Chen Xiuwen said happily: "Teacher, it's great!"

Cheng Chengsi looked at his words and admired them again, and said, "But, whether the emperor agreed or not, you have to do it yourself."

Chen Xiuwen hurriedly said, "Yes, the disciples will do it."

Cheng Chengsi stopped keeping him, and waved his hand with a smile, "Since your wish is fulfilled, you can leave quickly."

Seeing that it was indeed getting late, Chen Xiuwen also said goodbye: "Teacher is going to rest early, and Xiuwen is coming again next day."

Cheng Chengsi asked Aqi to see him off. When he walked into the yard, Aqi said happily: "Today, the gentleman was so happy and ate more food, which is all the credit of the young master."

Chen Xiuwen asked about the old man’s daily diet. Aqi knew that he was already a disciple of the teacher, so he did not hide it and informed him of the situation.

Chen Xiuwen said: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Aqi has taken care of more teachers."

Aqi hurriedly said that he would not work hard and sent him respectfully out the door.

After Chen Xiuwen got home, he went to find his father. Shen Maotong had just returned and was washing up. He heard Chen Xiuwen talk about his apprenticeship, and then he paused his hand, then quickly wiped it, put it down and said, "Okay, since you have decided, my father will agree. In a few days, I will take you to officially give a apprenticeship ceremony."

Chen Xiuwen replied: "Yes. Thank you dad."

He took the foot basin from the servant entering the door, brought it to his father and put it down, and said, "Dad, I plan to go to the emperor to talk to the emperor about the eldest princess' apprenticeship at noon tomorrow. What do you think?"

Seeing that his son was filial, Shen Maotong felt sober and smiled and said, "You, don't worry, it's better to let the eldest princess talk about this matter with the emperor."

Chen Xiuwen nodded after hearing this, saying, "Dad is right. I have to communicate with the eldest princess first. She must be happy when she knows."

Shen Mao was speechless at the same time. Seeing his son so enthusiastically busy with his fiancée, he felt a little uncomfortable. Looking at him, Wen'er married the eldest princess in the future and wanted to be a wife slave.

The next day, Chen Xiuwen went to the Imperial College in the morning. Everyone in Jiazhai learned about the news that he was given a marriage and came to congratulate him. Yun Zongqing even shouted that Brother Chen would treat him. Chen Xiuwen smiled and agreed, and decided to go to Taihualou for a meal after school in the afternoon.

At noon, he went to Zhang's house to tell Zhang Dongming the good news that he would be able to enroll in the Imperial College after the New Year. Zhang's mother didn't expect that she would have such a good thing if she gave her a table of dishes. She asked about the location of Mr. Cheng's house and repeatedly promised that she would take good care of Mr. Gu. Zhang's mother was also very grateful to Chen Xiuwen and took him to stay for lunch.

Chen Xiuwen hurriedly said that he wanted to go to the teacher's house to deliver things, and then he got out with a large food box. Zhang Dongming took him to Cheng's house together, and went out to hug Chen Xiuwen's shoulder and said, "Xiuwen, the most proud thing in my life is to make friends with you."

Chen Xiuwen turned sideways, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "No need to say more, we are friends."

Zhang Dongming wiped the corner of his eyes and smiled, "Yes, we are friends, you are my brother!"

He took the big food box and said, "I'll carry it. It's quite heavy. You're not as strong as me."

Chen Xiuwen smiled and said, "Okay, you carry it. I have something in my car, so you have to help me move it down later. There is only one serving person in the sir. You usually come to the door to greet you twice to see what you can help and take care of me."

Zhang Dongming nodded and said, "Don't worry! Your teacher, I will be my husband in the future, so I will definitely take good care of you!"

Chen Xiuwen brought Cheng Si a basket of fruits and vegetables of various colors, a large box of snacks, two large baskets of silver silk charcoal, two marten coats and a large fox fur cloak, and some commonly used medicines. It is winter now, and he discovered yesterday that the temperature in the yard is not even high in the main room, and the old man's hands are a little cold red.

I don’t know how many gifts have been given to Cheng Chengsi in the past two days, and many people have invited him to live in the mansion, but the old man loves himself to be quiet and never accepts gifts. Ah Qi saw this lot of things, but at first he was a little worried that his husband would not accept them. However, he immediately thought that Mr. Chen was already a disciple of his husband, so he felt relieved to move all the things into the yard with them.

Cheng Chengsi did not say anything, and just asked Chen Xiuwen to go to the study to find him.

Chen Xiuwen went into the house and saw that the old man was working at his desk and was working hard.

"Teacher." He bowed respectfully and waited by the side.

Cheng Chengsi finished writing a paragraph before putting down his pen, rubbed his hands and said, "I have been writing a history book in the past few years, and it's almost done. Forget this year, after the New Year, you come to copy it for two hours every day after school."

Chen Xiuwen responded quickly: "Yes, teacher."

He glanced at the manuscript on the table and said curiously: "Teacher, are you writing about the history of Daning?"

Cheng Chengsi looked at him and asked, "Yes, are you interested?"

Chen Xiuwen smiled and said, "Can you not copy it if you are not interested?"

Cheng Chengsi also smiled and said, "No."

Chen Xiuwen said, "Then I am still interested."

Cheng Chengsi laughed.

Chen Xiuwen asked casually: "Teacher, are you a chronological style, or a chronological style, or a chronological style?"

When Cheng Chengsi heard this, his expression changed slightly and said seriously: "Xiao Wen'er, what are the differences between these? If we record history, how many types of things should there be?"

Chen Xiuwen thought the old man was examining his liberal arts skills and recalled the following: "There are six main forms of history books, among which the three most commonly used, namely, chronological style, chronological style, and chronological style. The chronological style, with time as the classical style and historical events as the latitude, are the oldest genres, which can easily reflect the connection between various historical events in the same period. However, if you have to look at a person or an event alone, it will be more troublesome, and the information is submerged in the scattered records of each period."

He thought while saying: "The style of the Scriptures, with characters as the core, reflects historical events through narrating the activities of the characters, and combines the recording of words and events, but it is easy to mess up time. Many events are also divided by the deeds of the characters, and they need to be confirmed and supplemented. If the original style of the Scriptures is based on the main line, the subject of the events, each one is as the topic, and the narrative is detailed, which is easy to read, but there is no connection between things."

Chen Xiuwen said in a general way: "These three major examples have their own advantages and disadvantages. In addition, there should be national styles, general history and dynasty history. However, these are all simple divisions. After a history book is formed, there may be several genres."

He smiled and said, "Teacher, am I right? What kind of history books are yours? Is it a general history in the chronological style, a chronological style of the chronological style, or something else?"

Cheng Chengsi didn't say anything for a long time, put his hand on his manuscript, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Xiuwen was a little confused at first, but after a while, he suddenly thought, was there no classification of these historical books in Daning? Then he would have missed it. He also read two of the historical books in Daning, and looked at them in the chronological style, so he took it for granted that these types of historical books now have them.

Now when he recalled, it seemed that these patterns appeared one after another in the original time and space, especially the original and ending form of the chronicle, which was more than a thousand years later than the first two.

Chen Xiuwen patted his head. He was also confused for a moment. He just remembered that this was just common sense in high school, but forgot that time and space were different, national conditions were different, and history was even more completely different.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Chengsi came to his senses and saw his annoyed look, and said strangely, "Xiao Wen'er, do you still say that you are a little studying? Are you as a teacher as a modest person? How can you do this without reading a lot of books?"

Chen Xiuwen blushed, and felt relieved, and thought to himself, the old man didn't realize something was wrong, it should be that Daning also had the corresponding style.

He stammered: "Teacher, I'm really not humble, I really feel that..." He read more than ten thousand books in his previous life, but in Daning, he has only read less than a hundred books.

The new disciple is talented but humble and studious. This made Cheng Chengsi very pleased. He sighed: "If my teacher met you earlier, I would have accepted you as a disciple. Your style today has given me a new idea about my manuscript, and I am afraid I want to rewrite a large part of it."

Chen Xiuwen put his hands on his forehead and smiled and didn't respond. If he had met this earlier, he would probably have no fate to be the old man's disciple.

Cheng Cheng thought about it and took out several books from his bookshelf and handed them to Chen Xiuwen.

"I'll finish reading these before the New Year, and I'll change them to you after the New Year. You should study hard and ask me if you have any questions. When you read it, tell me, and you will be tested by me at that time."

Chen Xiuwen said bitterly, "Yes, teacher."

Cheng Chengsi smiled and said, "Why, can't you do it?"

Chen Xiuwen smiled and said, "Yes, it's just that there's no time to sleep in."

Cheng Chengsi saw that he was amused and clicked him and said, "The lights are on the third day and the fifth day is about to be a young man. He has been a student since he was a child, and he has been sleeping for more than 60 years. He often only slept for two hours just to study and study."

Chen Xiuwen was surprised and said sincerely: "Teacher, I admire you so much!" The old man's physical fitness is absolutely amazing.

"Time never settles, the seasons are like flowing," Cheng Chengsi stroked his beard and smiled, "Xiao Wen'er, the way of heaven rewards hard work, we must strive for self-improvement."

Chen Xiuwen bowed and said, "Disciple knows."

"Okay, OK," Cheng Chengsi asked, "Have you had lunch?"

Chen Xiuwen said that it was not yet, and smiled and said, "Teacher, I brought my friends here today. Do you want to meet me?"

Cheng Chengsi asked, "Is it the Zhang family's child?"

Chen Xiuwen nodded and smiled, "That's right. He also brought the food today."

Cheng Chengsi laughed and said, "Then let's eat together."

The old man walked out of the study room, Chen Xiuwen followed behind. Zhang Dongming helped to move things and sat quietly in the hall. Seeing them coming out, he quickly got up to greet him.

"Boy Zhang Dongming meets Mr. Cheng." He saluted respectfully.

Cheng Chengsi looked at him carefully and said kindly: "Xiao Wen'er mentioned you to me, she is a good child. After the New Year, I will talk to the Imperial College. You can come and listen to my lectures at that time, but if you want to officially enter the Imperial College, you still have to pass the exam."

Zhang Dongming hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir! I am so grateful, I will work hard!"

Cheng Chengsi smiled and said, "No need to be polite, just have a meal together, no need to be restricted."

"Yes." Zhang Dongming responded, looking at Chen Xiuwen.

Chen Xiuwen smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "What kind of dishes are you cooking at home today? Is it enough for a few of us to eat?"

Zhang Dongming smiled and said, "It should be enough, my mother pretends a lot."
To be continued...