Ye Jing exited the door with a confused face, what is this Li Xiucai going to do? He's going to teach her an hour a day, as he used to? He doesn't doubt who he is now?

She began to not understand Li Xiucai, scratched her neck, and felt a headache, and now everything is messed up. Ye Jing saw Zhu Huo standing far away outside the door, and felt a little headache.

After Ye Jing left the bamboo noise in the place where the scholars were staying, he walked towards the classroom where "Poems" was taught. She originally planned to let Zhu Huo also listen to the class together, but unfortunately because of yesterday's incident, she thought it would be better to keep him away for the time being.

There were about eight or nine students sitting in the classroom, all of whom looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, and they were a little older than Ye Jing. is a handsome young man with a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth, and an upright.

She saw Wei Zhifei beckoning to him in the corner from a distance, motioning for her to come over.

"What a coincidence, you're here too, little white rabbit." Ye Jing sat down next to him and laughed.

Wei Zhifei puffed out his cheeks and pushed her shoulder, "What kind of nickname did you give me!" It's hard to hear. ”

Ye Jing couldn't help but poke his cheeks, and said with a smile: "I think it's good, little white rabbit, how long do you have to go to class?" ”

"Don't call me White Rabbit!" He knocked Ye Jing's hand away, and suddenly his eyes became bright, "Today is the mountain chief who teaches in person, and the mountain chief is a rich man with five cars, and he is only eight buckets high." ”

Ye Jing looked at Wei Zhifei with an expression of adoration, and just wanted to cry in the wind at a forty-five degree angle, she definitely didn't look at the yellow calendar when she went out today, how could it be him again, it was really evil.

She got up silently and was about to sneak away, but was pulled by Wei Zhifei, "The mountain chief is here, look outside!" ”

Ye Jing saw a white figure at the end of the road gradually approaching, so he had to sit down resignedly. He glanced back at Wei Zhifei and saw that he had turned into a little fan brother, and his eyes were shining.

"Hey, where did the mountain chief come from?" She said with some confusion, "You seem to adore him?" ”

Wei Zhifei retracted his gaze and said with some surprise: "You don't know? The mountain chief is elegant and chic, rich in learning, not afraid of the powerful, and does not ...... with the world."

"Stop, stop!" Ye Jing hurriedly interrupted him, "Don't be a sycophant, let's talk about the point." ”

"I'm not a sycophant! The mountain chief was in the 14th year of Qingping, and he was appointed as Shangshu Langzhong as soon as he came out, which is an official position in Shangshu Province from the fifth grade! He suddenly leaned into Ye Jing's ear and said in a low voice, "This is not the most important thing, a few years ago, he was dissatisfied with King Liang's treatment of the Feng family, and after failing to write a book, he resigned angrily, and later came to our academy to work." ”

Ye Jing touched his chin and nodded, it turned out that Li Xiucai was actually a three-yuan rank three years ago, and he really underestimated him.

"What's going on with the family?" When Ye Jing heard the surname Feng, he hurriedly asked.

Wei Zhifei looked left and right, and was about to whisper to her, when he heard a warm and clear voice: "Today is the first lecture, let's talk about what poetry is?" ”

In a blink of an eye, he saw that Li Xiucai had already stood on the podium, and Wei Zhifei immediately looked at him with a gleam in his eyes, and no longer paid attention to Ye Jing.

Ye Jing held his forehead, so he had to press the question in his heart for the time being. She remembered that Li Xiucai's real name was Li Hansheng, but he was really cold and cold like his name.

Just thinking about it, Wei Zhifei suddenly whispered her name, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that the whole class was looking at him, "The mountain chief told you to get up and compose poems!" ”

Ye Jing got up in a daze, her expression was a little dazed, she accidentally walked down her mind just now, what happened? She was in a trance, and she had a feeling of embarrassment that she had deserted in high school and was caught by the teacher.

"Take flowers as the first seven words." He said lightly.

Flower? Ye Jing was stunned for a moment, and many famous sentences for writing flowers popped up in his mind. Whether to say a random word to scare them to death, she was secretly happy in her heart. However, when she used to read time-traveling novels, she hated the plot of plagiarizing the works of her ancestors. Besides, everyone's work style is different, and it's always a bit unreasonable to talk about this person in the east and that person in the west. If you can't find a satisfactory poem in the future, wouldn't you be laughing and generous.

Ye Jing raised his eyebrows and pondered, then he heard the sound of brushing outside the window, and looked up, it was the Xiaomei Mountain. She opened her mouth softly, and said with some unconfidence: "Students don't know how to compose poems, so today I will write a poem with the theme of Lamei, and I will make an ugly offering." ”

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and wrote and drew on the paper, "After the matter, I was tired of leaning on the railing, and I suddenly heard the wind passing through Xiaomei Mountain." Hmmm......"

Ye Jing was suddenly stuck, there was no way, as a modern person, he really couldn't play ancient poetry. She racked her brains, and suddenly a flash of inspiration popped out, and she popped out two more sentences, "The winter flowers bloom and the frost and snow arrive, how do you know that today is even more beautiful." ”

Spit out these two sentences, Ye Jing breathed a sigh of relief, this was her first time composing poetry, and she was extremely apprehensive in her heart. She always felt that she was still inferior to them in ancient texts, which is why she chose her weakest course to listen to in the first class.

But seeing Li Xiucai nodded, he said unhurriedly: "Well, it's a different idea, although it presses the rhyme, but unfortunately the pen is not enough, and it is barely a proper poem." Let's count it as limerick. ”

There was a faint sound of snickering around the classroom, Ye Jing was very satisfied with this evaluation, it would be good to be called compliant, she knew that she was not the material for poetry. Hmph, poetry can't compare to you, Lao Tzu counts and scares you to death.

When the bell rang three times, Ye Jing's stomach was already ringing with hunger. She never thought that one class in Yunshen Academy was two hours, and she was a little unaccustomed to it.

Eating the lunch brought by Zhu Huo, Ye Jing asked tiredly, "Zhu Huo, you only brought me a meal?" What about yours? ”

"The little one has already been eaten, and now I only need to serve the young master." He replied calmly.

"Oh, that's good, I'm starving." Muttering quietly, Ye Jing pretended to be casual and continued, "I met Wei Zhifei in class just now, he admired the mountain chief very much, and said that the mountain chief was dissatisfied with King Liang's treatment of Feng's family, and resigned angrily, Wei Zhifei felt that the mountain chief was arrogant, and his eyes lit up when he saw him. ”

She lowered her head and poked at the rice, and quietly looked at Zhu Huo with her residual vision, "You say, what did this Fengjia do, and how did he deal with it?" ”

Zhu Huo's body seemed to become a little tense, but his face did not change and said: "The little one does not dare to discuss the government and politics, and this matter is not very clear." ”

"Oh." Ye Jing stuffed a mouthful of food in his mouth, "It's just the two of us, didn't I tell you that you don't have to be so formal?" You're my reading companion now. ”

"The young master has tormented the little one, and the little one is just a servant." Although he said this, he did not see the slightest servility, but seemed polite.

Ye Jing was a little helpless, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, what do you like." ”

The bamboo noise seemed to smile, like the lightest spring breeze, which was so light that people couldn't see clearly.

In the afternoon, Ye Jing was about to find Wei Zhifei to ask about Fengjia's affairs carefully, but before he left, he came to the door, he pulled her and ran towards Xiaomeishan, panting as he ran: "I like the poem you wrote today, let's go to Xiaomeishan to play." ”

Standing in the merlin, Ye Jingda gasped and said, "I'm tired to death, little white rabbit, you really run faster than a rabbit, let me rest." She said, blushing and sitting down under the tree.

"If I walk slowly, it's time for class before I can say a few words." He blushed and gasped, "This is really a good place to go, standing under the tree, feeling good in body and mind." ”

"Then tell me about the family, what is the reason?" Ye Jing asked.

Wei Zhifei sat down next to him and leaned lazily against the tree, "Actually, I don't know much, I only secretly heard my father mention it a few times." It seems that because of the wedding ceremony for his youngest son during the state funeral, he was executed by King Liang. ”

"It's not going to be a whole house of executions, is it?" Ye Jing was a little surprised, "Besides, how could you not have the brains to hold a wedding during the state funeral?" ”

"So, I overheard my father," Wei Zhifei paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "It was said that King Liang deliberately fabricated the charges, because there was a ...... in the Feng family Evidence of disobedience. ”

Ye Jing frowned, feeling that things were getting more and more complicated, and they were about to be out of her control.

"Is King Liang really ......," Ye Jing said uncertainly.

Wei Zhifei opened his mouth and said with some hesitation: "I don't know either, your father and my father should know more clearly about this matter." ”

Ye Jing also knew that Dong Jingshan must know a lot of things, but she couldn't ask directly, she grabbed her hair a little distressed, and she was a little overwhelmed.

"How many of us ordinary people know these palace secrets?" Wei Zhifei said helplessly, "It's just some true and false chasing after the wind." ”

"You are so young, how can you be so sad, go, go to class!" Ye Jing can't figure it out, so he doesn't want it, and now enriching himself is the most important thing.

In the past few days, Ye Jing has stayed in the academy every day to study, and he has become familiar with Wei Zhifei and Shen Ying, and he has made an appointment to drink tea and admire the moon, so he is not wanton.

"Ah Jing, you want to listen to "Spring and Autumn" with me." A voice like a warm jade came from behind him.

This is Xie Jin, whom Ye Jing met in the "Spring and Autumn" class, his father is Shangshu's Zuo Servant, which is equivalent to Dayin's Zuo Prime Minister.

That day, after Li Xiucai opened a small stove for her, she ordered her to listen to "Spring and Autumn" in the next few days, because she was skipping class halfway, and the people in the class rejected her very much, only Xie Jin was really a handsome son, gentle as jade. was considerate and polite to her, which made Ye Jing feel like a spring breeze, and the girl's heart that she didn't know where to throw it for a long time was a little cute, which was too poking at her point.

Since then, she even threw away the bamboo noise and stuck to Xie Jin to make up lessons for her, and the two have come close these days.

Let's talk about Zhu Huo, he is still as thoughtful and caring as ever, and since the Yupei incident that day, he has not had any other movements. In the events of the Feng family, Ye Jing also collected a lot of information, but unfortunately the credibility of all kinds was not high, but all the information pointed to King Liang, and Ye Jing couldn't help but sketch a big drama of forbearance and revenge in his mind.

Ye Jing only felt that her strength was too small to do anything at all, she looked at Xie Jin, and suddenly opened her mouth, "The noble son of this academy, don't make good use of it, no, it's cooperation, isn't it too wasteful?" It seems that every class has to be 'listened to'. ”