On the west gate tower of Xining Town, there is a bell tower, a bronze bell, hanging in it, simple and atmospheric, struck by a special person every day, reporting the accurate time for the people of Xicheng.

When the sun was rising, the bell rang all over Xicheng, and Qin Yi also woke up from his dream, listening to the number of times the bell was ringed, and then his face turned pale. The bell rang five times, which means that it is already the first quarter of the hour, in other words, seven o'clock in the morning in the previous life.

Oops, last night because I was thinking about future planning in my mind, I slept too late and didn't have time to do my homework, and at two o'clock today, the master wanted to test his homework, thinking of this, how could Qin Yi's face not be white? And at this moment, it is already the beginning of the hour, and Qin Yi understands that he is afraid that he will be late today.

"Erlang, why don't you go to the academy soon? Don't eat breakfast? ”

Qin Buxian, who had just come back from the field, saw that the porridge on the table in the house was still a little warm, and he understood what was going on. He was going to patrol the fields in the morning, and when he left, he deliberately put a bowl of hot porridge soup and put it on the table, thinking that after Qin Yi got up, the porridge soup could also cool down, which was convenient for him.

"Dad, I'm not going to eat breakfast!"

Qin Yi was anxious, turned over and got up, washed up, grabbed his bookbag, rushed out of his house, and looked at the center of the town.

The center of Xining Town is the location of Bailu Academy. This is a garden-like building, with a vermilion gate and silver-gray glazed tiles, highlighting the extraordinary.

Qin Yi didn't have time to admire the White Deer Academy, he rushed into it and found the room with the number "A", which was Qin Yi's class, but he was still late.

At this time, it was already three quarters of the hour. In the room, there was already a sound of questions and answers.

"Qin Yi!"

Ke Zhengshan, who was in charge, had a gloomy face and stared at Qin Yi who was standing at the door. Qin Yi was embarrassed for a while, and finally held back a sentence: "Master, I'm sorry, I won't dare next time!" ”

Qin Yi took advantage of his words to look at Ke Zhengshan. The gray clothes in his body corresponded to his white hair, and the whip in his hand made him a little like the master in his previous life in Qin Yi's impression.

"Whoever is late, for whatever reason, shall be fined twenty lashes! Although Qin Yi has learned well, you can't be partial, master! ”

I don't know who made the sound in the room. Qin Yi followed the prestige, and immediately his face was full of disgust, it turned out that it was none other than Zheng Ping, who let him be beaten yesterday.

Okay, you're Zheng Ping, Lao Tzu is thinking about how to cover up the past, but you have come to a well, and this beam is finished.

Qin Yi's heart can be said to be countless *** rushing, these twenty whips, hit on the palm of his hand, it is simply a sin.

Ke Zhengshan glanced at Zheng Ping and snorted coldly: "Stretch out your hand!" ”

Listening to Ke Zhengshan's words, Qin Yi couldn't justify anything, so he was reluctant to stretch out his left hand reluctantly: "Master, you are light, you will have to learn etiquette and music later!" ”

However, Ke Zhengshan obviously ignored this, and after the twenty whips, Qin Yi's palm was already swollen by half. The other people in the school couldn't help but snicker when they saw Qin Yi suffering like this, especially Zheng Ping, who seemed to laugh even more happily.

Qin Yi was holding back the fire in his belly, found his place, and was about to sit down and complain to his friend Qi Fei on the side, but Ke Zhengshan on the stage never spoke: "Next, Qin Yi, read the homework you did to everyone!" ”

What's that? Classwork?

Qin Yi was a little overwhelmed at this time, but he forgot all about his homework, and tried to recall his memory, but he stared at Ke Zhengshan with a somewhat ugly face.

"Hey, Qin Yi, you shouldn't have done it, right?"

At the square table seat in the four corners, Qi Fei next to Qin Yi's right hand poked Qin Yi, who had already stood up, and his expression seemed to be a little worried about Qin Yi.

To be precise, it was Qin Yi who was so obsessed with his own plan yesterday that he forgot to go through his bookbag, so he didn't do his homework.

"Those who don't do their homework will be given thirty whips!"

The voice of Yin Measurement came from one place again, and it was still Zheng Ping. At this time, his originally white face looked treacherous, which made people look a little disgusting.

Ke Zhengshan was stunned when he saw Qin Yi, and he also frowned. It stands to reason that in the past, this Qin Yi was quite well-behaved, why was he either late or forgot to do his homework today?

As for the latter point, Ke Zhengshan is a little unconvinced. After all, Ke Zhengshan had the impression that this Qin Yi had studied well, and his homework had always been completed on time.

"Unfold the silk book and let me check it!"

Ke Zhengshan came to Qin Yi with suspicion and pointed to Qin Yi's bookbag on the square table in the four corners. An embarrassed look appeared on Qin Yi's face again, but he was helpless, at this moment, no one could save him, he could only rely on himself.

Qin Yi did so, opened the book bag, turned out his silk book, and after unfolding it, he found that a paragraph was written on it: It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, write a poem or word related to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

However, underneath this sentence, there is a blank.

This is the content of Qin Yi's homework, and it is also the homework they left over from class yesterday.

Ke Zhengshan saw the blank space, his expression became serious, and he shouted: "Zhong Yi, why don't you write your homework?" ”

Qin Yi looked at the whip in Ke Zhengshan's hand, and felt the faint pain in the palm of his left hand, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, I didn't mean not to write it, I just forgot to write it.

Of course, these words must not be said openly, otherwise, these thirty teachings will be properly whipped. As soon as Qin Yi's mind moved, he thought of a solution, but he still had to pretend to be aggrieved: "Master, listen to me, the student went to the city tower to admire the moon yesterday in order to conceive the artistic conception of this poem, so as to experience it. Because the moon viewing is a little late, so I missed the time, so I will be late today. However, the student had already prepared the draft, but he had not written it down! ”

Only Qin Yi himself understood what he was doing last night. But he couldn't say it, so he had to tell a little lie to Ke Zhengshan.

"Oh? So, is your tardiness justified? Ke Zhengshan slapped the silk book a few times with the whip, "Since you have the manuscript, you might as well read it out and let me listen to it as a teacher." If it conforms to the rhythm and does have some artistic conception, then even if you have done your homework! ”

When Qin Yi heard this, he was overjoyed, isn't it the poetry of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Wouldn't I be a college student who joined the army in Chinese literature?

It's just that the superficial work still has to be done sufficiently, so as not to be suspicious of outsiders. Qin Yi combined his memory, thought about it again, and then recited in a deep voice, but with some artistic conception: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to Qingtian." I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world! ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This is from Qin Yi's previous life, Su Shi's work in the Song Dynasty, and now he has taken it for emergency. happened to tell Qin Yi in front of him that he had climbed the city gate tower, and he was a little sidelined.

The city tower climbs high, looks up at the sky, a round of Mid-Autumn Festival moon, but pinned on the thoughts of relatives thousands of miles away. Fortunately, the heavens are not separated from each other, and thousands of miles away can still enjoy a bright moon.

In this way, he has a beautiful artistic conception, even when Qin Yi himself recites this noun, he is unconsciously intoxicated by it.

"The name of the word plate used by the students is the water tune song head, and the name obtained is "Water tune song head? When is the bright moon? ”

Qin Yi said as he wrote these words on the silk book.

"Good words, good words, good words!"

As soon as Qin Yi finished writing, he heard Lang Lang's laughter, mixed with a lot of praise.

Isn't it? This Su Dongpo's noun can be said to be the best in the past life, but I didn't expect that in this world, there will also be such a response.

"It's really a verbal word, you are exempt from this whip!"

Ke Zhengshan is the old master in the town, so he can naturally hear the subtlety of these poems, so he praises Qin Yi again and again. It's just that his praise like this attracted the jealousy of countless students in the school to Qin Yi.

This Qin Yi is really shit luck!