Who Cares

Guan Suyi followed his grandfather and father, and sent the Emperor Sheng Yuan in the white dragon fish suit to the gate of Jueyin Temple. The Zhong clan, who had stayed with the ladies in the apse to discuss the way of perfume, also hurriedly rushed to bid farewell to Shengjia.

"Just send it here, please come back," Shengyuan Emperor nodded at his wife alone, "Madam, please come back." Only because he could see the wife at the literary meeting, he took a long time from his busy schedule, and now his goal is achieved. Since I will not stay longer.

Guan's father smiled and arched his hands, but inside he went back and forth. Elder Guan has always been outspoken, and immediately said, "Huo Ye, my family Yiyi has already reconciled, and I have to change my name to Miss."

The Emperor Shengyuan suddenly said, "Look at my memory. I just made many verbal errors, please forgive me, Miss Guan."

Guan Suyi bowed down with a false smile, "Don't dare to be it. Master Huo, you are busy, and it is a great honor for the little girl to take care of you. The mountain road is rugged and difficult, so please be careful and slow down. Yes."

From the conversation between the two, Guan's father heard the familiar meaning, but the old man Guan didn't think much about it, and followed a few words of admonition. Zhong is best at tempering plants, and his sense of smell is not much better than that of Emperor Sheng Yuan. He secretly looked at the two with amazement. How did she smell Yiyi from the emperor's robes? And the whole body is full, blending with Ambergris, it can be seen that the two must have had extremely close contact.

This, what is this? She was anxious in her heart, but did not dare to show it. Seeing the emperor looked at Yiyi with a gentle expression and his eyes lighted up, she seemed to like her very much. Before getting into the car, she looked at her again and again, leaving a satisfying "Thank you Miss for your concern." , Reluctantly left. What else is there to say? It is clear that every word and deed is full of ambiguous feelings, and it must have been hooked up! Yiyi is just getting together! how come……

When the carriage disappeared on the mountain road, Zhong immediately wanted to question his daughter, but his husband held his wrist and secretly stopped it. No one knows her daughter's temperament better than them, and she is very straightforward. If she wants to enter the palace, she would have revealed her meaning long ago. How can she wait until now? She would never take the initiative to jump into the fire pit for the sake of power and wealth; on the contrary, if she had no intention, but the crowd scolded and led by others, she might have a rebellious heart and resolutely did stupid things.

Therefore, instead of questioning her, they had to pretend to be ignorant and slowly figure out a way to avoid it. But that person is the emperor, how should he avoid it? Zhong's heart was at a loss, and he couldn't help looking at his husband.

Father Guan shook his head slightly invisibly, suggesting that she would go back to talk. The group of people entered the temple gate and walked to no one's place. The old man Guan muttered, "I seem to smell the smell of a day's drunkenness on Lu Fengming." The words were staring straight at his granddaughter.

Guan Suyi did not evade, and said frankly, "Yes, I did it. It is said that it is not too late for a gentleman to avenge him for ten years. It can be seen that a gentleman is not perfect, but also has grudges and grievances. When I left Zhao Mansion, I gave it to him. Two hundred taels of silver is enough for him to buy a small courtyard and settle down in Yanjing safely. But he is not satisfied, stepping on the reputation of the Guan family and intending to rise to the top. Since he repays virtue with grievances, I can only repay grievances with grievances."

The old man Guan's expression kept changing, and he finally sighed, "Conspiracy and trickery are always trails, Yiyi, you must not go astray."

Guan Suyi replied solemnly, "Grandfather rest assured, although my methods are narrow, but my original intention is still there, I know who my name is and what I am doing, I will never break the style of the Guan family."

"That's fine." The old man Guan's expression was a little slow, and then he continued to walk in the direction of Bodhi Garden. Guan's father and Zhong's looked at each other, and said nothing. The daughter is a sensible person, she may not understand if she is upset by talking too much. This child was born with a bone, unable to excite, unable to rebelliously, can only smooth the hair.

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The mess in the Bodhi Garden has been cleaned up, and Lu Fengming was also taken by the monk to the wing to sober up. The students originally wanted to perform well in front of the emperor, but they were confused by this farce, which caused the emperor to say "extremely disappointed". , They all hate the culprit.

As Lv Fengming's direct disciple, Zhao Wangshu couldn't bear himself. He has always known that the other party is drunk, but he also knows that he is talented. If he can stay sober during class, he will definitely help him to pass the imperial examination. However, now, Lu Fengming has changed from a great scholar to a "drinking man" in the emperor's mouth. His true appearance is revealed and his reputation is ruined. From then on, he will never want to establish a foothold in the Wei state. As his disciple, what benefits can he get?

Seeing the contemptuous cast from all directions, Zhao Wangshu clenched his fists hard and told himself that he must not escape. The mother was still lying on the bed dying of breath. What should she do if he runs away now? However, she was also the one who found Lu Weng for him. In the matter of studying, after all, she was far-sighted and knew people better than Guan Suyi.

Thinking of this, a trace of dazedness appeared in his eyes, and he didn't know how to go on in the future. Once Guan Suyi arranged everything for him, how to live, how to learn, how to advance, all of which were ten steps, and there was nothing wrong with it. He only needs to behave in a proper manner to achieve the goal, and then prop up the Zhao family lintel.

But when my mother appeared, everything changed. Lu Weng's reputation is ruined. Where can he go to invite a famous teacher? In order to prevent a fishy suit, anyone with a certain status would not be willing to accept him, right? His back bends, and he can't straighten his waist, and he can't lift his head.

The other students stood in front of the wall and admired the calligraphy, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

"I heard that Miss Guan is only eighteen or nineteen years old this year, so she has such a pen ability! They all say whether the fonts have a strong character, relying on hard work and years of accumulation. She is a woman, and she is also in the year of the flower letter. How can she polish to be strong? So far? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it." A middle-aged student shook his head and sighed.

"The Guan family has produced writers and there are few mediocre talents. Is there any knack in the teaching method? Brother Xiu De, you are a good disciple of Master Taichang, and you should know one or two." Someone grabbed Qi Yu, that is, Guan Su The big brother of Yi asked.

"No tricks, just hard training. My younger sister started to practice calligraphy with weights at the age of three. The wrists were tied with sandbags, then replaced with iron blocks, and then wrapped two rounds of lead blocks. The weight was as little as four or five catties, as many as ten. Jin, polished day by day, practiced diligently, and after fifteen or six years, she has the power to break the pen. Regardless of her young age, it is used every quarter of an hour to break into two quarters of an hour, although it is only 20 years old. Now, when it comes to learning, it is not inferior to the scholars in the fate of the year. Regardless of her, the old man also injured his wrist because of adding a few more pieces of lead during the weight-bearing practice. Nowadays, there is always a stagnation in writing. The Guan family is the most academic scholar. I'm afraid of being loose, but I always demand too much of myself and want to be in the door of the Guan family. I don't have any real effort. I have two trials after one trial, and three trials after the second trial. There will be exams every other month. School, you can't slack off any minute."

Qi Yu was very insignificant to Xu Guangzhi's dissemination of "Annotations to Subsets", and Guangshou disciples' behavior was very insignificant, so he added the last few sentences. Xu Guangzhiyan couldn't hear the sarcasm hidden in his words, but he just smiled and didn't care.

The students may have shocked expressions or trembling teeth. Is this a study of literature or martial arts in the heart? It's too bitter! However, there are also people who have a longing for the Guan family, and secretly decided to post a few articles to the two adults later, and try their own depth. This is the real scholar, who is like Lu Fengming, who blindly seeks fame and deceives the world, and even has the face to say that Miss Guan humiliates her teacher and wants to sweep her out. I have never seen anyone more brazen than him!

Xu Yayan stood still in front of the wall for a long time. The poem she wrote before is next to the four characters "Mingde Weixin". I originally thought that the kite was flying in the wind and the bones were strong. Said to be the leader, at least it is also the best. At first, it really attracted the attention of everyone and won many admirations, but now, compared with Guan Suyi's cracked wall and stone, the domineering and vertical handwriting have fallen directly into the dust.

That's it. She also asked Miss Guan in front of the emperor why she suppressed and insulted Lu Weng, and then she showed off the inscription on the academic wall, saying that she was humiliating every step of the way. Where is she on top today? It was ashamed to be thrown to grandma's house! What if the emperor remembers her? It's just a jumping clown who doesn't recognize black and white, and doesn't know what he can do.

Xu Yayan's cheeks slowly reddened, and the internal organs were smashed layer by layer with shame and frustration, and the pain was beyond him. If it weren't for too many people standing around, she wished she could rush forward and cut off the wall with a knife, because she had also lost the money from Caiwei Sanren, for fear that others would not know that this was her "masterpiece".

There are not a few students who have the same thoughts as her. They walked back and forth in front of the wall, closed their eyes and raised their foreheads when they noticed that their words were written in the same place as Miss Guan, with embarrassed expressions, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief if they were far away. The handsome man who pointed to Miss Guan's nose earlier and scolded her for corrupting her morals was so embarrassed that smoke was coming out of his head, and he frequently covered his face with his cuffs.

When the Guan family and his party returned to Bodhi Garden, some students kept bending over and apologized to Miss Guan, and the originally smoky venue finally recovered a little Qingming. Father Guan and Father Guan did not put on airs, waving their sleeves to let everyone sit down. It is a good thing to hold a cultural conference, but it can be abandoned.

Everyone thanked them again, and started to write after they calmed down a bit.

Guan Suyi didn't mean to participate in the slightest. Zhong Clan was worried, and whispered in her ear, "Look at the first student in the first row, that is Ji Chengyue, the eldest son of Master Ling Ji, who is known as the No. 1 in Yanjing. A gifted scholar is the one with the most expensive status, the best appearance, and the best future among the students present. Yiyi, you have a good time to take a look, and if it is agreeable, my mother will help you match this matter up with her face."

Guan Suyi looked at the man reflexively, only to see that the other person was also looking at him, but his face was red and his ears were red, smoke rose above his head, and he buried his head in a panic, making another clatter, even the writing brush in his hand dropped. Up.