He started his college career in Xianyang Palace, but college life was not as good as he imagined.

To put it bluntly, the official school of Xianyang Palace is an aristocratic school. In modern terms, it is a place where the second generation of officials and taizidang gather. If you drive an x5 out, you're embarrassed to say hello to people.

And adults were seriously stimulated in this place, very seriously stimulated.

Every day, I watched my classmates silk one by one, and the servants were in groups, calling friends. Look at the tattered clothes all over my body, except for my brother, I don't even have a real friend. How can you let and adults not feel the heat and coldness of the world?!

Sooner or later, I'll be like them! I want many, many friends, I want money, I want power!

And the immature little heart of the adult has been strengthened again. However, it was a different matter for Rang and Lord to lose hope in the world in the end.

Not long after the opening of the official school in Xianyang Palace, the adults who had no money, no power, no friends and no friends were very honored to become the 'new favorite' of the 'second generation of officials'. Almost all of them have subconsciously reached a strange agreement: cleaning up with adults is a very face-saving and very interesting thing.

If anyone can make him the worst, he will be the boss of the official school of Xianyang Palace.

Since then, almost all the people in Xian'an Palace have to do everything possible to sharpen their heads and find opportunities to bully and bully adults. It's as if if others heard that you didn't bully and adults, you were like you didn't have a little brother.

To paraphrase a modern phrase, that is to decisively kill, mutilate, and get pregnant!

On this day, a second-generation official who studied with adults wrote a poem, in which their teacher Wu Xinglan was scolded for being bloody, and the word 'Heshen' was written in heavy ink at the end of the poem.

Wu Xinglan was a lifter during the Qianlong period, but he was a lifter who had experienced twists and turns.

He was erudite and talented since childhood, and after gaining fame, he was assigned to Xian'an Palace and became a university teacher. He was full of wealth, but he repeatedly failed in the Jinshi level exam. But he did not lose heart, and took out the fearless spirit of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and continued to work hard while teaching in the Xian'an Palace, intending to start over in the near future.

On this day, as soon as he walked into the classroom, the second generation of officials ran over with a piece of paper.

"Teacher, this is a poem written by He Shen, he scolded you!" The second generation of the official said indignantly.

Wu Xinglan took a look, and the beard stood up immediately, and shouted loudly: "Heshen, you roll over for me!" ”

I don't know what's going on with adults.,With the naïve idea that you're not afraid of shadows.,Calmly walked over.。

"You wrote this?!" Wu Xinglan slapped the paper on the table and scolded loudly.

"No, sir, this is not the ...... I wrote" and the adult looked at the contents of the paper and immediately panicked. blink of an eye to look at the second generation of officials who were snickering on the side, I was angry in my heart! I can't wait to pounce on him and strangle him to death.

"Not you?! It is clearly written in black and white, do you still dare to quibble?! Although Wu Xinglan is a bit talented, her temper is very violent, and her bearing is not flattering.

"Sir, you only need to check everyone's handwriting to know who wrote this poem!" He adults stared at the second generation of officials and said unhurriedly.

Wu Xinglan was stunned for a moment, and gradually woke up. He knew what an adult was like, and it was absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing. Combined with the snickering of the second generation of officials just now, even if he is a fool, he understands what is going on. However, after all, he is just a small person, how dare he move the second generation of officials? ! But as a teacher, he was unwilling to be abused like this by his students. Where does Lao Tzu have face?! He glanced at the audience for a moment, and finally set his eyes on poor and adults.

"No, this handwriting is yours, I can recognize it even if I close my eyes!" Wu Xinglan said lightly.

I'm sorry, I can only take you under the knife. Don't blame me, complain that you don't have a good father!

Reality is so cruel.

"Sir, it's really not me!" When I saw that the wind direction had changed again, I couldn't help but panic. After all, he was just a 10-year-old that year.

Wu Xinglan picked up the ring ruler and dragged the little hands of the adults to beat them all the way. And the adults cried and shouted aggrievedly: "Sir, it's not me, it's really not me......"

No matter how Lord Ren and Lord Ren cried, Wu Xinglan's ring ruler still didn't stop, hitting the adult's immature palm at once, and also hitting the conscience in his heart.

The whole classroom was filled with cries of being too aggrieved with the adults, but no one stood up to speak for him. Wu Xinglan became more and more ruthless, and it seemed that at that moment, he wanted to vent the misfortune of his life on this declining Manchurian bannerman. Until the end, he stopped crying with adults, and he was tired. Finally, he put the ruler back on the table.

He did not fall, he still stood firmly in front of the podium like an 'old man's head'. There were no more tears in his eyes, only small fists, clenched a little purple.

He didn't expect that the teacher, who was originally only eight years old and had high morals, would be so obscene and narrow-minded in his bones. Those so-called gentlemen, in the face of high-ranking officials, will only bend their minds and slap their horses. In a place like Xian'an Palace, which was supposed to be as pure as a virgin, all that was everywhere was still only money and power.

Who cares if you live or die as a declining child?!

"Sooner or later, I'm going to trample you all under my feet." And the adults are shouting heartbreakingly.

After school, the injured and adults, led the younger brother, who was unaware, back to the dilapidated home.

"Liu Quan, Liu Quan......." Before he entered the door, he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Young master, the minion is here!" Liu Quan ran in front of him like a whirlwind. However, when he saw the scars on his body, the faithful servant burst into tears.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?!" He asked, crying.

"Don't ask, it's not for you to ask, I have something to tell you to do." And adults calmly and authentically.

"What's the matter, the young master just orders!" Liu Quan said confidently.

"Didn't I have a grandfather who was the governor of the river?! Go to him and ask for some money. ”

and his grandfather, Jiamo, lived two thousand miles away. Since the death of both adult parents, he has not taken these two grandsons into account at all, and he doesn't care about their life or death.

This point is undoubtedly another sorrow in the life of an adult.

"This ......" Liu Quan knew that Jiamo was a person, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

"What?! Hurry up and ask me for money! He yelled like a madman.

Liu Quan was a little scared, led the horse, and left.