Chapter 147: The eyes of the masses are bright

Chu Xia is still happy, and he is very talkative: "Understand, we all understand, it is hard to manage things, and it is not easy to do. In this case, if this is not the case, we are all here, and today we will bring the child back first, and return the inkstone to us first. When your dean comes back, if he doesn't agree, we'll come back and talk about it."

The head of the Chu family in front of him had a dignified face, and the words he said were obviously unreasonable, but it didn't make people feel disobedient, his face was extremely convincing, and the fat steward was a little dumbfounded when he heard it: "Master Chu, this is not in accordance with the rules...... This, hey, Steward Wei, you have something to say."

Goatee Skinny Steward: "Chu Wen and Chu Liang are not well-behaved, what's the matter? Let them go!"

"Steward Wei, don't make trouble at this time. When they leave, when the dean comes back, how are we going to explain to him?" The fat butler was in the middle, turning his head, sweating in a hurry, "Chu Ji, you also persuade your younger brother."

Steward Wei was impatient: "The two brothers of the Chu family, who do not want to make progress, first violated the rules of the academy, and then were dissatisfied with the punishment and even dropped out of school, spreading the word, which academy dared to accept them. You don't need to ask for help, you are a good person here, do you think their Chu family will accept your affection?"

Hua Liancheng said coldly: "Steward Wei's words, is it too much?"

Chu Xia took it: "Yes, yes, I just said it, I don't pursue the truth, but also to leave a decent place for everyone, our Chu family's sons and daughters are outside, which one doesn't rush to ask for it?" As a gentleman, taunting students in front of him is simply unbearable as a teacher and insulting to Sven!" The more he talked, the more angry he became.

Steward Wei was furious and rushed straight to the skin: "The truth! What other truth do you Chu family want to investigate? You didn't take out the poem yourself, and said that the second brother copied the third brother, so to put it mildly, it's not all your Chu family's own business. If you make a fuss like this, and come here to ask for justice, it's really impossible for us to send you two students who don't learn and don't know how to do it."

At this time, a crisp female voice came from outside: "Mr. is wrong, this is not just the Chu family's business."

The square-faced fat steward looked up and saw the visitor: "Why are you again?" Our academy no longer accepts Huo Cai from your martial arts hall, this is not a place for you to come, you can leave quickly."

Wu Cai stepped into the door, ignoring his mud-stained shoes splashing the red carpet of the conference hall, and the eyelids of the fat steward began to twitch again.

"I came because the poem was mine. Let me ask, did Shanyue Academy not have any inspection and punish at will?"

Wu Cai's eyes matched Chu Wen's, his eyes swept him up and down, and when he saw him kneeling upright, he didn't see where the injury was for a while.

However, Chu Wen has always been able to endure it, even if the pain is terrible, he can walk as usual. was trained so hard by her uncle in the martial arts hall, and she never heard him complain.

The rest of the eyes were also on these two.

Chu Wen quickly got up, saluted and said, "The poem is hers."

The goatee thin steward sneered: "Heh, when will the girl of the martial arts hall also write poems?"

"Multiply its four qi, four qi wings.

Cutting the drum abyss, vibrating Khotan.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, like a shock and anger.

It is said that the years will not end."

Wu Cai recited it slowly, and took out three old bamboo slips that were about to be thinned: "I memorized it correctly, right? Here's also a draft that I revised earlier. Who can call the shots, see?"

Chu Xia took one first: "Thank you."

The square-faced fat steward also grabbed two and handed one to the reluctant steward Wei.

Steward Wei pinched his goatee and slowly recalled, "It's indeed similar to the previous handwriting."

"Well, believe me, right?" Wu Cai rolled his eyes and said, "If it weren't for my uncle not liking me to write poems, I couldn't help but show it to Chu Wen, and forced it on him, so that he wouldn't say it, and Chu Wen wouldn't have caused this disaster."

The square-faced fat steward rolled his eyes, and took the lead in shouting: "Chu Wen, you really didn't follow the rules of the door, studied in the courtyard, and went to the martial arts hall privately to have a private meeting with people, do you know what is wrong?"

Wu Cai: "You dead fat man, what nonsense? A gentleman casually says the word "private meeting", and this is the mountain

What is the level of Moon Academy? It's because the martial arts teaching in your academy is too poor, Chu Wen has nothing to learn, and he voted for a famous teacher like Uncle.

Chu Wen and I are serious friends, you are all so rampant in front of Chu Wen's family, when their family can't see it, maybe they don't know how to bully him. Chu Wen is so honest, he has never said that you are not good at a word. Are you ashamed? In vain, he is a teacher, and he does not allow others to be clever, which is extremely shameless!"

The little brown girl crackled and said a string, blocking the square-faced fat steward to a red face and a thick neck.

Goatee Thin Steward: "It's been more than a few months since this happened, and you happened to suddenly break in at this time, but you didn't know that you were not conspiring with the Chu family in order to ruin the reputation of Shanyue Academy."

At this time, Chu Xujun wore a curtain before stepping in from outside the door: "The person who ruined the reputation of Shanyue Academy is afraid that it is the two stewards."

The two stewards couldn't see Chu Xujun's appearance, they only knew that the other party was a rare beauty just by looking at their figure and slender jade hands, and after being stunned for a moment, the square-faced fat steward spoke: "Little lady, our academy does not accept female guests, please respect yourself."

"This steward is really as the martial lady said, and the slanderous words come as soon as he opens his mouth. I just entered the Shanyue Academy, and I became self-respecting, and I didn't know that I thought this was not a academy, but somewhere else." Chu Xujun's tone was calm, "I just arrived at your place for the first time, and after shaking around, I found the owner of the poem.

At the beginning, the academy did not distinguish between the good and the bad, and did not make any verification, so it arbitrarily convicted my two younger brothers of fault. My father and mother are charitable about this, and I don't want to care about it, but I didn't expect Shanyue Academy to be aggressive, and no one was allowed to drop out of school. It seems that today's justice is that our Chu family doesn't want to ask for it, so we can only ask for it."

After speaking, she took out the prepared paper and put it in front of Chu Liang: "Can you write?"

Chu Liang quickly nodded understandingly: "Sister, don't worry, soon." If he doesn't do anything else, wouldn't he be able to tell the truth?

Bamboo slips are slow to carve, but this paper is different. Naturally, the council hall of the academy cannot be without pen and ink, and Chu Liang can write a bunch of words in an instant.

It was the first time for the two stewards to see such a thin, soft, and linen cube object, and they couldn't help but lean over.

Chu Liang picked up the pen and wrote: "There is now Shanyue Academy that is unfair and unjust, because of the copying of poems, the students are punished without inspection, and the students are not allowed to drop out of school. More greedy students are bound ......"

The two stewards were still shocked that this object could be used for writing, and then they realized what Chu Liang had written.

Chu Xujun came to Hua Liancheng's side, not afraid of a big matter: "Brother Liang, you have written it, and we will copy it." I still have this paper, and we will paste it all over the mountain, and I don't believe that there is no one just person on the mountain and under the mountain. We have to believe that the eyes of the masses are clear."

Two stewards: ......