Baisheng Academy

There are several vice presidents of the academy who are all important ministers in the court under Bai Shengjun's rule, and basically they don't come to the academy often. Only Tang Xianxu, who was known as the first vice president of Baisheng Academy, was always there, presiding over all affairs.

Fang Tanzhi had already left and went to Qinguan to fight against the Nine Holy Sects.

Therefore, the matter of the death of a disciple in the Gaze Pavilion could only be explained by Senior Brother An Juchen to Tang Xianxu, the vice president of the academy. The one he was most afraid of seeing was this vice president, and everyone knew that he had a strange temper. Besides, the dead Lou Twelve was still led by the vice president and handed over to Fang Tanzhi.

Tang Xianxu likes to read, he is not taboo, and he reads everything. He doesn't love books when he reads, and the study is messy with books everywhere. On the floor, on the table, and even on the bed.

He often forgets things because he is in his room, and everywhere he goes, he can see half of the book he has read, and he can't help but pick it up and continue reading, and when he finishes it, he doesn't know where to leave it behind.

While An Juchen was waiting outside, Tang Xianxu was defecating.

The toilet was also full of books, and he was holding one in his hand. When I go to the toilet to poop, I hold a book, and I tend to be more focused and serious when I read it at other times. Maybe others will think that the book read by the dean of Baisheng Academy must be obscure, but in fact, he is reading a book that is very popular at the moment, nothing more than talking about the appearance of men and women and the love of men and women.

"Damn, this waste, other girls have already taken the initiative to show their love, and they are still fucking hesitating!"

Tang Xianxu saw this and tore the book angrily, tore the back few pages to wipe his buttocks, and then found that there were already several missing pages in the back. suddenly woke up, I was angry when I saw this last time and tore the book and wiped my buttocks, and today I was angry again.

Annoyed, he simply threw the book in his hand into the pit, pulled the rope, and washed the hanging bucket into the water, washing the book away with the stool.

Then he remembered that there were still people waiting outside, tidied up his clothes and walked out.

"Come in. ”

Tang Xianxu sat down in the chair, and his attitude immediately became serious, but what he was thinking about was the bloody plot of the book he read just now. A rich lady fell in love with a poor scholar, so she did not hesitate to abandon her family and career to follow him, and she also gave a lot of money. As a result, the scholar refused to marry someone after taking his innocence, saying that it would be good for the media to marry, and let the rich lady go home and wait for him to become famous.

Tang Xianxu's liver hurt.

An Juchen came in cautiously, and then leaned over and bowed: "Student An Juchen has seen the dean. ”

"Deputy!"

Tang Xianxu said angrily, raised his head and looked: "What's the matter?"

"Ugh....... Something happened to the Gaze Pavilion. ”

"When will there be no accident in the Gazing Pavilion? Which of your junior brothers and sisters beat up Mr. Ren's disciple?"

"No, this time it's the two juniors who are fighting. ”

"Oh...... Internal matters, you can solve them yourself. ”

"This time the fight was more serious. ”

"The disciples of your Gazing Pavilion, are you more ruthless with your own people?"

"This time it's a little bit harder. ”

"How ruthless?"

"Dead ......"

With a click, the brush Tang Xianxu was holding in his hand fell on the table, he felt that he was a little out of shape, he was annoyed by reading a book, and now he was even more annoyed. Then he suddenly thought of something, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"Which one died?"

"Lou Twelve, the one you brought over personally. ”

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