Chapter 18: The Turmoil of Changing Houses
The night was thick, and the cold was even worse, Shang Mingchang turned his sour neck, put down the book and prepared to go to bed to rest, through the screen, he saw that there was a faint candlelight on the opposite side, and he could vaguely see a figure still in front of the desk, but it was really a lot more labory than before, and he couldn't help but ridicule him in his heart. As long as this brother doesn't mess up like he used to be, it's fine
After dinner every night, Shang Mingyang hid in the house to read and practice calligraphy, and refused the invitation of his classmates to climb the mountain and enjoy the flowers, and gradually everyone stopped calling her, feeling that she was withdrawn and cold, did not give face, and was not easy to get along with.
Her previous calligraphy is practiced Mrs. Wei's plum blossom seal, which is a font that Kyoto officials love to use, but her identity is different now, can not practice plum blossom seal, but the handwriting has become want to change and not overnight, she borrowed the calligraphy of the scholar of literature in the library of the academy to practice, when she was a child, she also practiced her father's handwriting, her father's small seal is handsome and upright, but it is better than other calligraphy, and his father was a student of Yunqi Academy, is the pride of Yunqi Academy, and his words are just right. I don't know if she can really take the imperial examination in the future, if she passes...
Gradually, his thoughts drifted a little away, but he was pulled back by the sound of footsteps outside the door, why are there so many people outside so late?
She put on her cloak and walked to the door to open the door, a warm touch came from her fingertips, turned around to look, Shang Mingchang was about to open the door, looking at her with red lips and white teeth, and a little surprised, her skin was like cream, the eldest brother not only looked like a woman, but even the skin on his hands was not as rough as ordinary men...
He settled down, withdrew his right hand and said lightly: "Eldest brother's hands are so cold, let Erxi prepare a soup woman for you when you read in the future."
Shang Mingyang looked embarrassed and felt that the atmosphere was a little weird: "Thank you second brother for your concern"
It's getting noisy outside, although the two of them are not good people, but they can't read and rest because of this, they still open the door to find out, only to see that the room opposite their house is brightly lit, and a group of students are surrounding the door, not knowing what happened...
Just when the noise and dispute on the opposite side were getting louder and louder, the money manager, the deputy mountain chief Li Fuzi, and Zhou Fuzi came over one after another
Ji Yitai's eyes suddenly lit up in the room, and he squeezed out of the crowd: "Sir, you are here just in time to be the master of the students" He pointed to the back: "Everyone can testify, it was he who suddenly came and slapped the students"
After speaking, he raised his right cheek, and the two masters took a closer look, and sure enough, there were a few red marks
Li Fuzi's eyes turned slightly, and looked at Wang Xian, the other protagonist of tonight's incident who was standing not far away, ———— Wang Xian, he was wearing an ink-colored robe, not tall, his body was slightly thin, his face was pale, and then he looked at Ji Yitai's tall, burly and powerful appearance, and was beaten by Wang Xian?
coughed, and asked with a calm face: "Wang Xian, can Ji Yitai's words be serious?" Was it your hand that made the first move? ”
Wang Xian's thin body stood straight: "Yes"
When Ji Yitai heard this, his face showed a smug expression: "What the student said is right, Wang Xian has no teacher and has a teacher, and he mutilated his classmates, and Mr. punished him to clean the toilet."
Li Fuzi interrupted Ji Yitai's words and asked Wang Xian: "Why did you do it to your classmates?" ”
Wang Xian's face turned pale, and he bit the skin of his mouth, looking unspeakable