"Childe, you are now the respect of the left minister, my Sima family has been a Confucianist for generations, although I Sima Qingyun hates officialdom, but I also understand that I am loyal to his position, since Childe has opened his mouth, he will definitely mention the little girl, but ......"

Sima Qingyun paused.

"The little girl is now in it, if there is any misconduct, I hope that the son can protect one or two."

Even if he is tall and stubborn like Sima Qingyun, in the face of his children, it is difficult to hide his father's heart.

"Mr. Sima is a scholar of Confucianism, Sima's family style is rigorous, and he knows that he is loyal to his duties, as long as he understands this truth, Qinghe will naturally not have much trouble."

The ink is clear and the voice is cold.

"Childe ......"

Sima Qingyun seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it.

"Then, it's bothering the son."

"Mr. Sima doesn't need to be polite, the letterhead is written and sent to the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion immediately, and he will have a special person to receive it."

Jimo Qinghe stood up and bowed slightly, Sima Qingyun bowed to Jimo Qinghe and Shen, turned around and left.

The gazebo in the back mountain was breezy, and the silver brocade hairband between Mo Qing and his hair swayed in the wind, and he stood there looking at Sima Qingyun's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Qinghe, what's wrong?"

Hiromitsu asked.

That is, Mo Qing and slightly sideways.

"You've been in Hongfeng Academy for so long, what do you think, Sima Qingyun?"

Hongguang thought about it seriously.

"The dean is a decent person, dedicated to learning, treats students equally, teaches without class, and has the style of a gentleman."

"What about you?"

Jimo Qinghe continued to ask.

"To me?"

Hongguang sat down on the edge of the pavilion.

"I am a specially recruited teacher from Hongfeng Academy, he naturally treats me unusually, and the dean knows that I have a very good relationship with you, and he also takes care of me a lot on weekdays, and has never been harsh."

"What about the students I sent in?"

Jimo Qinghe turned his head to look at him.

Hiromitsu held his cheeks with his hands.

"On weekdays, I just say that I am an ordinary student from a poor family, and the dean has never asked about these things."

After listening to Hongguang, Mo Qinghe turned his head to look at the mountains in front of him.

"Sima Qingyun used to respect my master the most, when I didn't enter the official career, I had several relationships with him, although he failed to worship my master, but his conduct is kind, and the master also admires him very much, which is why I let you enter Hongfeng Academy back then, he is a gentleman, even if he is aware of it, he will never say it."

"Seeing the hesitation on his face just now, I guess that he already knows what you are planning in Hongfeng Academy, and this time he needs my help but does not threaten him, which shows that his nature is still the same, and it has not changed."

Ji Mo Qinghe's remarks made Hongguang's head swell.

"Stop, stop, you people love to guess their minds, I don't love it, I usually like to travel in the mountains and rivers, don't tell me this kind of strategy, what about me, just teach the students, when it's okay, train and train your secret guards, it's enough for me to be busy."

Hongguang waved his hand.

"You asked the dean to write to his daughter to prevent trouble before it happens, or to deter him, but after all, it was a reminder first, and this is also the grace of your Zuo Xiang, isn't it?"

Jimo Qinghe looked at Hongguang with some amusement.

"I don't want to guess, but I have to say it."

Hongguang was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and he patted his head.

"The one who is close to the ink is black, after following the peerless son for a long time, his mind has become flexible...... Alas......"

If it was a weekday, Ji Mo Qinghe might still say a few words to him, but today is busy, and he still needs to go to the Futu Mansion to discuss the matter of Chenye, that is, Mo Qinghe said goodbye to Hongguang and returned immediately, leaving Hongguang to sit alone in the pavilion.

"Hurry to go, it seems that the position of the left minister is really not good."

Hongguang pursed his lips and whispered.

At the gate of Hongfeng Academy, Yidong was already waiting outside the door in a carriage, and when he saw Jimo Qinghe coming out, Yidong hurriedly stepped forward and gave his hand.

"Childe, the messenger sent to Anle Houfu has returned to Lord Futu's mansion, and Zhaoyu has returned the news."

Jimo Qinghe listened to Yidong's return while boarding the carriage.

"What did Zhaoyu say?"

"Zhaoyu returns, and Gongzi's guess is no different."

Yidong said in a low voice.