The governor's face was not very good, and after all, he still took into account the identity of Mu Shengbai and Mu Changfeng's disciple, that is, he said with a dark face: "Since this is the case, then this official will leave first." ”

Mu Shengbai stood and watched him, "My lord, go slowly." ”

"Young master, will you make the governor angry, since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials, what if the governor makes someone stumble us?" The boy is also a half-human spirit, and he knows how bad it is to get in trouble with the people of the government.

Mu Shengbai grew up in the villa since he was a child, and he didn't understand these twists and turns, and he didn't take this seriously, so he said casually, "I know." ”

The boy knew that he didn't listen, so he had no choice but to go down, but he didn't know that although Mu Changfeng was not in the imperial court, his influence in the imperial court made those officials big and small dare not stumble on them openly.

Attracted by the reputation of Mr. Changfeng's personal disciples, it was not only those students who admired Mu Changfeng, but also a large number of businessmen, who wanted to come to Mu Shengbai to discuss cooperation with them with generous remuneration and extremely attractive agreements, but most of these businessmen were shopkeepers under the major forces, and if they were involved, they would be involuntarily pulled into various whirlpools.

Mu Shengbai felt troublesome and explicitly refused.

Although those merchants were dissatisfied in their hearts, they didn't want to celebrate the festival with Mu Shengbai, and they all said that they were okay.

At the beginning of February, the "Friends with Literature" activity officially began, and the street that was already crowded with students was blocked all of a sudden, or the city lord sent people to dredge it so that there would be no stampede, because Nanlu College also organized students to participate, so Mu Shengbai also went to watch.

The event was held in front of the Jinling City Lord's Mansion, and dozens of large platforms were set up a few days ago.

There were tens of thousands of students wearing various colors of college uniforms standing neatly on the side of the platform, and the cyan uniforms of Nanlu Villa were also impressively listed, because of Mu Shengbai's identity, the people of the City Lord's Mansion arranged a front position for him to drink the gentleman of Nanlu Academy, so that they could clearly see the performance of the students on the stage.

On the first day, students were divided into 100 groups and asked to compose poems on the theme prescribed by the examiner in two pillars of incense, and each group selected the five best writers to enter the next competition tomorrow.

Most of the students were eliminated at the end of this day, but there is a color of college uniforms that stand out among the remaining carefully selected students, that is, Nanlu College, in fact, among the students of Laide College, Nanlu College is not much, but among the students who have been promoted, Nanlu College has the most.

"This Nanlu Academy is so powerful." "Yes, this time the students from Beisong College are twice as many as Nanlu College, but the people who are promoted are only half of Nanlu, it seems that the strength of this Nanlu College is far superior to that of Beisong College, and it is worthy of being founded by Mr. Changfeng."

"But this Nanlu Academy has also declined for a while, and in the end, if it weren't for Mr. Changfeng's personal disciple Mu Shengbai, this Nanlu Academy would not have prospered so much."

"Although there are many people promoted in Nanlu Academy, the first place must be in Beisong Academy, you look at the purple robe in the lead, the aura is magnificent, this is the most outstanding student of Beisong Academy Gu Qikai, it is said that there are many gentlemen whose knowledge is not as good as him."

Mu Shengbai was sitting in the front row, drinking the tea poured by the boy, looking at the large number of students who were looking at him excitedly with satisfaction, and these discussions lingered in his ears, and he didn't take them to heart.

But I have to say that this event once again helped Nanlu College to make a reputation, this time it is not Mr. Changfeng is name, but its own strength, and the number of students who come to the college to sign up for the event has surged again.

Five days later, the activity is coming to an end, and the only students who have not been eliminated are Lin Qingzhu, a student from Nanlu Academy who was previously rescued by Mu Shengbai from the Qinglou, and Gu Qikai from Beisong Academy, and tomorrow is the last competition, the winner is king, and the last game will determine who is the best student and who is eligible to go to the imperial city.

"Why hasn't Qingzhu come yet?" An old man with long beard and white hair from Nanlu Academy anxiously glanced at the scene, only Gu Qikai from Beisong Academy stood on the stage, and he didn't see the appearance of the cyan figure for a long time.

Mu Shengbai had a bad premonition in his heart, and saw the examiner above walk to the stage and solemnly said to the crowd below: "There is still the last half of the incense time to start, if another student can't arrive on time, then the winner is the student on the stage." ”

The crowd was like a stone thrown in, and it became noisy all of a sudden, all discussing whether Lin Qingzhu was afraid to come.

"Qi Huan, you go to the Lin family to find Qingzhu." Mu Shengbai frowned and called the boy to take a look at Lin Qingzhu's situation.

The boy left here quickly, but after the half-burnt incense burned out, Lin Qingzhu was gone, and finally the only place fell on Gu Qikai, and many people with different thoughts went over to congratulate Gu Qikai who couldn't suppress his joy, but how much of it was sincere and a little false, only the person concerned knew.

Mu Shengbai was not interested in these things, so he went directly to the Lin family and met Qi Huan who came out in a hurry at the door.

"What's wrong with Lin Qingzhu?" He grabbed Qi Huan and asked.

Qi Huan's face was a little dark, it was a little late, he couldn't see clearly who the person in front of him was at first, he was suddenly pulled and startled, he just wanted to scold but heard Mu Shengbai's voice, fortunately the words had not yet been scolded, and he hurriedly said: "Young master, Young Master Lin was attacked last night, was injured, and is still lying on the bed." ”

"What?" Mu Shengbai was shocked, pushed open the door and went in, Lin Mu saw that it was him, and took him directly to Lin Qingzhu's room without saying much.

Lin Qingzhu was lying on the bed with a white face on his face, wrapped in a white muslin around his waist, faintly oozing blood, it seemed that the injury was not light, Mu Shengbai remembered the person who attacked him in his heart.

"Young farmer." Lin Qingzhu saw that it was Mu Shengbai who came over in person, struggling to get out of bed but was pressed back by him, Mu Shengbai sat on the stool next to the bed, his face worried, and there was a little coldness in his eyes, "Do you know who hurt you?" ”

Lin Qingzhu shook his head, "That day, after exchanging poems with Brother He and others in the Scholar Pavilion, we went home separately at the door, but when I walked to the alley in front of the Scholar Pavilion, a masked man jumped down from the wall and attacked me, but it seemed that he didn't want to kill me, so he ran away after hurting me." ”

The Scholar Pavilion is the largest place in Jinling City to buy books and communicate with students, because it needs to be clean, so it is located in a remote area, and the alley in front is rarely passed, it seems that the person who attacked him was not a whim, and it was time for people to check it out.