Taixue University Lecture Hall.

The students sat in two columns, an old Confucian with a pale face was sitting in the upper court, quoting scriptures endlessly, Su Yin sat at the last seat, changed into a plain white short robe and was out of place with all kinds of Su brocade and Shu satin around.

Daning sets the country with martial arts, governs the country with literature, and respects Confucianism on the surface, but whether it is above the government or the opposition or under the temple, the discerning people understand that they still govern the country with the way of Legalism.

The Confucianism respected in the Taixue Academy is not simply reading dead books, and treating the classics, this kind of nerd will only be despicable in the Taixue Academy. The six arts of the gentleman mentioned by Confucianism, such as etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics, are all taught in the Taixue Academy.

At this time, the gentleman who was sitting in the court was a Confucian master, famous in Beijing, and what was even more rare and valuable was that he did not judge students by their origins, and he also took care of Su Yin on weekdays, many times Su Yin begged this old gentleman to help him go to the library of Taixue to borrow books, and the old gentleman never refused, and he took good care of Su Yin.

It's a pity that Su Yin is sitting in the lecture hall, but his mind has already wandered to the Nine Heavens, and he can only apologize to this teacher in his heart.

In the past few days, he has been pondering what Mr. Xun's last sentence meant, saying that he would turn his face, and he would not even give Su Yin a gap to prepare, and he would leave after speaking, which was too ruthless.

Are you afraid of implicating yourself?

Su Yin unconsciously bit the tip of the pen while thinking about it, and rattled unnoticedly, this rabbit that had followed Su Yin for many years would die even if he did his best.

Su Yin bared her teeth, unspeakably distressed.

Su Yin couldn't compare to the rest of the students present, there was either Yanshan inkstone or Xiaoxue pen on the desk, and a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone could not be brought down without a few hundred taels of silver.

Not to mention the price of some pen, ink, paper and inkstones, just the Confucian classics in the hands of the old Confucian master who sat in the court to give lectures, and when he got it outside the Taixue Mansion, it could cover the expenses of ordinary people for half a year.

Taixue pays attention to both civil and military practice, so no one stopped the sword in Taixuefu, except for Su Yin, who was an outlier, there was a son who was counted as one, and everyone was hanging jade on his left waist and falling on his right waist, accompanied by the sound of Confucianism's Langlang book, Ding Dong Ding Dong, which was indeed pleasant.

This sound is the national peace of Daning.

There was a drum sound outside the lecture hall, and the old Confucian teacher, who was about to sew his eyes into the pages of the book, reluctantly drilled out of the pages in his hands, but the students present were restless one by one.

A drum sounds, indicating that the time has come and it is time to let the wind out.

Boom!

Boom!

Two more sounds, the entire lecture hall was silent in an instant, and soon whispered to each other, and the old Confucian master also looked out the window with a suspicious face, not knowing what was happening.

Someone outside the window shouted: "The lord of the mansion has an order, go to the elegant courtyard quickly!" ”

In the lecture hall, a few sons and brothers who had been unable to sit still for a long time stood up, and when they saw the old Confucian teacher who was still holding a book with a sullen face, he laughed twice and waved his hands and said goodbye.

No matter how arrogant and domineering these sons are outside the mansion, in front of the Confucian teachers in the mansion, they are like tame sheep. Respect for the teacher, this is the etiquette of the Gangchang, deviant will be struck by lightning, this kind of thinking is deeply rooted in Daning.

The old Confucian master also stood up tremblingly, slowly closed the pages of the book, and a group of people outside the lecture hall hurried in the direction of the elegant courtyard, among which there were many great Confucians in the school.

Everyone has the habit of joining in the fun, and soon the students in the lecture hall also integrated into this crowd torrent, and followed to the elegant courtyard, Su Yin followed behind the crowd, guessing in his heart that it might be related to Mr. Xun.

There are no less than 100 people gathered in the courtyard, and there are countless students who have rushed to the courtyard on the way, a small courtyard is surrounded by water, and the two Jiangnan garden-style doorrails have long blocked the crowd, and many students who have jumped out of their temperament have begun to fold their horses and climb over the walls of the courtyard to squeeze into the courtyard.

Su Yin's head was dazed, he didn't understand why he had made such a big battle, and he was hesitating to go in when he heard a shrill whistle.

Su Yin turned his head helplessly, and sure enough, Jiang Shuobei didn't know when he received the news and rushed to join in the excitement, and sat on the wall like a flock, whistled and waved at Su Yin.

"When did you arrive? What's the matter? ”

Jiang Shuobei looked at the courtyard and replied: "A little earlier than you, what else can happen in the Taixue Mansion now?" In addition to this Mr. Xun from Yingchuan, who else can stir up the storm? ”

Su Yin sighed, and noticed that Jiang Shuobei stretched out a hand to him, wanting to pull him to sit on the wall together, Su Yin scratched his head and said, "This ...... Isn't it okay for so many people? ”

Jiang Shuobei chuckled and joked: "Afraid of making a fool? It is not ugly in Liuxin Lake, and the soup chicken is ugly. ”

Su Yin thought about it, anyway, the face that should have been lost would have been lost a long time ago, and besides, there are only a handful of people who really treat themselves equally in this huge Taixue Academy, and they are no different from looking at the air when they come to these brocade boys on weekdays.

Su Yin grabbed Jiang Shuobei's hand, and Jiang Shuobei pulled Su Yin's leg and sat on the wall.

When he reached the height, his vision naturally widened a lot, and Su Yin looked towards the courtyard and gasped.

Boy! The courtyard has long been full of people, a piece of people, there is not even a place to settle in the corridor of the courtyard, all kinds of jade crowns and hairpins are simply dazzling, brocade clothes are like clouds, and there are many female students in piles of three or five, covering their mouths from time to time to make copper bell laughter, provoking countless eyes.

The pear tree in the middle of the elegant courtyard made Mr. Xun, who Su Yin didn't think about eating and drinking these days, sat cross-legged, laid out a plain wool mat, and stood on the side of the mansion owner Zhou Nanxing, both of whom were smiling, but the iceberg beauty who had been with Mr. Xun was gone.

There are still many familiar faces in the courtyard, Huang Yanzhi is probably close, so he was able to squeeze into the courtyard one step ahead, but a cloth robe with patches is really different in the extravagant courtyard, he can only stand in the corner and look around, and the rest of the students around him are naturally separated from him.

It's just that on one side are lonely and powerless water droplets, and on the other side are the turbulent rivers and seas.

In addition to Huang Yan, who was suffering from the same illness as Su Yin, even the young county lord who had never shown up rarely also arrived at the elegant courtyard today, and was surrounded by many students and stars in the middle of Liu Xinhu like that day, and a group of people talked and laughed, but the young county lord seemed to be absent-minded, and kept glancing under the pear tree.

Su Yin shook his head, it was really lively.

Under the pear tree, Zhou Nanxing smiled and nodded in return to the many students' salutes, and asked: "Not to mention that the old fox outside will attack you when he hears the wind, and many great Confucians in the Taixue Academy are also entangled with the ministers in the imperial court, and they will not stand by and watch you build momentum. ”

Xun Tuiwan smiled: "It should be okay, I will go to Weiyang Palace in a few days, and I just warmed up today." ”