"So you're going?" Qi Mu is far away.

"Go, why not? If you don't go, you're a coward. If you go, your skills will be inferior to others. ”

Du Jinning said, patting Qi Muyuan's shoulder: "Isn't there still you?" Anyway, you are also a poetry genius in our Boyue Academy, what are you afraid of him? ”

As soon as he heard this, Liang Xiankuan laughed "hahaha", and Qi Muyuan's face turned black to the bottom of the pot.

There is also an allusion to his title.

Qi Muyuan is cold, he usually doesn't like to talk much, and he doesn't care about people, in Du Jinning's opinion, he belongs to the type of iceberg persona. But when this guy writes poems, he is completely devastated, the style is beautiful and not to mention, but also enthusiastic and very infectious, Du Jinning can't help but want to laugh every time he sees him write poems, and Guan Jiaze is even more every time he writes a poem to take out and recite it.

Originally, his weird painting style that was completely inconsistent with his personality was within a certain range to make the friends happy, and there was an old gentleman who taught poetry in the academy who loved Qi Muyuan's style the most, and praised him as a little talent in poetry - as for the big talent, of course, it was Guan Le and the mountain chief. As long as the old gentleman is in class, he must use Qi Muyuan's poems as an example.

Later, those students in the lower grades of Boyue Academy couldn't help but run to Class A to admire Senior Brother Qi Muyuan's demeanor, but they saw a paralyzed face with cold air, and after repeatedly confirming that this was indeed Senior Brother Qi Muyuan who wrote those enthusiastic poems, the junior brothers of Class B and Class C were collectively petrified, and they always felt that what they saw was a fake Senior Brother Qi Muyuan.

Du Jinning has never been afraid of Qi Muyuan's cold face, and continued to pat him on the shoulder again without fear of death: "Come on then, whether I will be laughed at by them or not depends on you." ”

Qi Muyuan glanced at her: "Don't dream, write it yourself, whether you live or die, bear it yourself." I'll just write a plain poem. I'm not the head of the case anyway, I don't care. ”

With that, he shrugged his shoulders and walked out coolly.

Liang Xiankuan watched him walk to the door, retracted his gaze, and also shrugged his shoulders and asked Du Jinning; "Who did you learn this from? It looks pretty good. ”

"Haha, haha." Du Jinning laughed dryly, didn't answer his words, took out the class schedule he just received and asked, "Which classes are you going to take?" ”

The courses in this school are a bit like elective courses in later universities, and they can be taken by students according to their interests.

Liang Xiankuan was suddenly diverted and looked down at the class schedule: "What are you going to choose?" ”

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting."

"Huh?" Liang Xiankuan's eyes widened.

"Isn't that weird?"

"Hmm." Liang Xiankuan nodded wildly, "Ordinary people don't deliberately learn these, and if they want to learn, they only learn one course." ”

A gentleman has six arts, but how many people can be proficient? Everyone is keen on the pursuit of fame and fortune, focusing on the imperial examination, and is unwilling to spend time and energy to learn these things that cannot bring them benefits.

"This is the advice my teacher gave me." Du Jinning said.

This "my teacher", that must only be about fun and harmony.

Liang Xiankuan nodded: "Indeed, you can learn this." ”

With Du Jinning's perverted memory and comprehension ability, coupled with her diligence and studiousness, she often can't let go of the volume, and the library is a whole day, and what others spend a lot of time and energy learning is estimated to be not enough for Du Jinning to learn for a few days. So she has the time and energy to learn all those flashy things.

"I'm different from you, and I still lack some cultural heritage." Du Jinning shook his head.

Guan Lehe's intentions, she understands very well.

Later, I was admitted to the Jinshi and went to the capital, and it was not enough to be able to read, but also to be able to play. Because those royal nobles are more interested in whether you are interesting or not. Although she doesn't like to associate with those people, and she doesn't want to get involved in the political center, don't forget that she still has a tight spell. To unravel this tight spell, one is to die; The second is the emperor's pardon, or getting a gold medal for avoiding death. And if you want the latter, you can't do it without dealing with the royals.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with being prepared, not pressuring yourself with more skills, and learning more.

Moreover, she had finished reading the books in the library at the Reading Academy. She didn't want to be a scholar or a Confucian, so it was really boring to hold a book and read it all day long. It's better to learn something interesting while you have time. If you die in the future, how boring will it be? It's nice to have something to pass the time.

So when she saw that there were still these courses in the school, she quickly ticked them all, and if there was a conflict in time between the serious courses, she had to make way for these hobbies.

"Well, sometimes I envy you. We, the disciples of the family, others look very envious, with fine clothes and fine food, but who would have thought of the burden we carried? The rise and fall of a people, honor and disgrace. In contrast, I'd rather have a coarse meal than a light meal. ”

Among these people, Liang Xiankuan is the most tired one, and he has a lot of burdens at a young age. Du Jinning saw that the more he talked, the more melancholy he became, and joked: "I am the representative of coarse tea and light rice, and I am working hard for brocade clothes and jade food, don't discourage my enthusiasm." ”

Liang Xiankuan laughed.

Isn't it? The children of the poor are struggling to live a life like theirs. And he, however, wants to let go of all this and return to the ordinary. Maybe it's really going to be dull, and he is unwilling.

The life of the Fuxue is still more liberal than that of the Boyue Academy. Except for the requirement to live in the college, you can do whatever you want the rest of the time, and it is not that you are not allowed to go out of the school. But because it was too relaxed, the school was worried that the students would not come to the academy, so they were required to stay in the academy.

After lunch, Qi Muyuan asked Du Jinning, "Are you going home?" ”

Du Jinning shook his head: "Don't go back." ”

There are a lot of things at home, but they are all arranged, and there is nothing to rush home to deal with. It only takes half a day to go back, and I have to come back in the evening. She didn't bother to run away, so she just wrote a script here.

This time has been busy, and "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" has not been written much. Yesterday, Zhuang Yue has already begun to urge the change.

Qi Muyuan asked like that because he knew a lot of things about Du Jinning, but he himself was idle. Seeing that Du Jinning didn't go back, he also stayed quietly in the room and read.

On the second day, everyone went to class according to the class they chose, Du Jinning took the piano class, but when she got there, she was the only student except the teacher.

Mr.'s surname is Gong, and he is a handsome uncle in his thirties. He was sitting alone in an empty room, plucking the strings. Seeing Du Jinning come in, he raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Do you want to learn the piano?" ”

Du Jinning nodded: "Student Du Jinning, I've seen Mr." She looked left and right, "Is it just me as a student, or is it not a school day?" ”

"You're the only student." Mr. Gong said. After speaking, he stopped talking, and just looked at Du Jinning.

Du Jinning was inexplicably looked at him, looked down to see if he was wearing the wrong clothes, and finally simply raised his head and asked Mr. Gong, "What's wrong?" ”

"Not everyone is reluctant to learn the piano, but because I saw that there were few people in the class, everyone left in the end." Mr. Gong said, "Do you want to go?" ”

Du Jinning was speechless when he asked: "I'm not leaving." With that, she sat down and looked at Mr. Gong's piano, "Should I buy a piano first?" ”

"No, you don't." Mr. Gong said, pointing to a nearby hut, "You go inside and choose a piano and learn it for a while." If you really want to learn, it's never too late to buy it. ”

When Du Jinning entered the hut, he found that there were several pianos in the house, and the materials were different and the styles were different, which was probably left by the previous students. She didn't know how to choose, so she only chose one that she looked at, took it out and put it opposite Mr. Gong.

"Have you studied before?" Mr. Gong asked again.

Du Jinning shook his head: "No." ”

"Well, then I'll tell you the basics first, you listen carefully." Mr. Gong's teaching attitude is excellent, and then he taught Du Jinning the most basic fingering, and then instructed her to practice.

Du Jinning has a good memory, and after the baptism of music in later generations, he understands very quickly, and he has learned a lot of things in one morning.

"Take this instrument back and practice. You don't have to bring it again next time, just go into the hut and pick another one when the time comes. Mr. Gong said. As he spoke, he took a box out, put the piano in it, and handed it to Du Jinning.

"Thank you, sir." Du Jinning took the piano, gave a salute, and withdrew.

When she returned to the dormitory, she found that Qi Muyuan had returned, and ran over to ask him; "How does it feel to be in class?"

Qi Muyuan shook his head: "There are many people." It's shallow, it's not interesting. ”

When he saw that there was a law class in the school, he listened to it with great interest. I never thought that because I took the law question in this year's college exam, there are quite a lot of students who choose this course. And because these people didn't know much about the "Song Criminal Code", the teacher started with the very beginning of the interpretation. This was too simple for Qi Muyuan, who had studied the law in depth and analyzed the case with its regulations, and he felt very bored.

Qi Muyuan looked at the piano in her hand and asked, "What about you?" ”

"There are few people, only me."

The two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Du Jinning knew that Qi Muyuan didn't like places with a lot of people, so he comforted him and said, "Slowly, Mr. will go deeper." Didn't you have some cases of the yamen at hand? You can also ask your husband for advice. ”

"Hmm." Qi Muyuan nodded.

Since he is interested in this, it is naturally impossible for him not to study because there are many people. I can only wait patiently.

After eating at noon, Du Jinning rested for a while, and when he saw that the hour was almost up, he invited a few people to the place used for the meeting in the school. There will be no class this afternoon, and Qi Siyu's poetry meeting will be chosen at this time.

Not all students can receive invitations, such as Xu Chengyuan, who was directly ignored by Qi Siyu. There were a total of fifty or sixty students in the school, and only twenty or thirty came to participate in the poetry meeting this time.