When I came to Qingya Linzi Courtyard, it was much emptier than usual.

The students of the academy take a bath every five days, and today is the time to rest.

But it's not pure.

Jiang Wang was still outside the hospital, when he heard the old dean's heartbroken voice: "Withdraw, how can you withdraw?"

Then Xu Xiangqian's bold voice came: "This is the bundle that you deserve in your later life, but it's just a little earlier, why can't you withdraw it?"

Those who bind their chests, and the meat is also jerky. It is generally used to refer to the remuneration of a teacher.

The old dean's voice trembled, probably angry: "How can this be reasonable! You have withdrawn it all thirty years later!"

"Do you doubt my loyalty to the Academy? Won't I stay in the Academy for the rest of my life? Or do you think I won't live more than thirty years from now? You curse me, such a good boy in the prime of life?"

"Go and go, Hugh has to mess with me!"

"Oh, Dean, your attitude is really insulting. ”

"What is Sven?"

"Sven is ...... What about going around me? You can tell me whether to give it or not!"

Jiang Wang hesitated, but still walked in.

I heard the old dean asking, "Do you see the door over there?"

Xu Xiangqian tugged on his sleeve and didn't let go: "Dean, aren't you old and dizzy? That's a wall." ”

"Isn't this it?" the old dean sneered, shook his hand and shook off Xu Xiangqian: "No way!"

"Wow you!" Xu Xiangqian pointed to his back and said: "When I write a poem to criticize you and make you discredited, don't say that I am unprepared!"

Writing criticism is quite a mainstream way of writing among literati. Poetry and songs are not limited to all kinds of literary styles.

Generally speaking, it is more serious and often needs to be treated with caution.

For example, the sentence of Qingya Confucian Moya: "Resist the death and linger in the rich and long, and donate to the country as a nameless general." ”

Almost nailing Jinghai high to the pillar of shame is not a good reputation for the Qi country itself - so it is rarely recited in the Qi country.

However, for the extremely weighty threats among literati such as Xu Xiangqian, the old dean only snorted coldly, and ignored them, completely indifferent.

"Ahhh

Xu Xiangqian was so angry that his forehead tightened, and he felt that his talent had been greatly despised.

Turning his head to see Jiang Wang, his eyes lit up.

Today, Jiang Wang wore a pure white shirt. His appearance is more delicate and delicate, and his complexion is very good, very white. This shirt, which was often worn by scribes, was unexpectedly appropriate.

"Brother Jiang's body today can be called the pride of chasing horses and mountains with me!"

Qianma Mountain is the cemetery he chose for Xu Fang......

Jiang Wang didn't want to chase Ma Mountain with Gao Forehead, so he snorted and said, "When are we leaving?"

Speaking of which, Xu Xiangqian went out to collect the funeral and put Xu Fang, which may have been mixed with the considerations of Qingya Academy, but it mainly helped Jiang Wang solve this knot. This is not explicitly stated, both sides are in their hearts.

"When the coffin is ready on Baishi Street, you can go. ”

Xu Xiangqian said casually, and asked with some indignation: "Why is it so difficult to advance the support points?" Brother Jiang, tell me, does Dean Liu look down on me?"

Jiang Wang declined to comment.

These streams of Confucianism are not the same as ordinary sects. Not all of the disciples are devoted to cultivation, and a large number of them are poor in the scriptures, only concentrating on learning, burying themselves in the scriptures, and not thinking that cultivation is superordinary. Of course, there are really those who can read the classics thoroughly, and there are also examples of climbing to the sky in one step.

Although Old Dean Liu seems to be just an ordinary dean of another academy, who knows if there are any intricate relationships in the main academy of Qingya Academy.

And he actually has respect for this so-called "old-fashioned".

But then again, Xu Xiangqian wanted to advance the restraints, obviously also to collect the bones of Xu Fang. Jiang Wang can't come out with this money, and Chong Xuansheng won't come forward.

This kind of thing, it is inconvenient for him to find others. Otherwise, with the chic energy of the old days, there is not much need to think about money.

He only has an ordinary teaching position in the other hospital, and he doesn't have many restraints.

As an extraordinary powerhouse, the main academy of Qingya Academy will not lack his daily expenses, but he has been in the four famous halls all year round, and the expenses are particularly large.

No matter how famous Qingya Academy is, it is impossible for it to be like those big families who support their own sons. So Xu Fang often rubs his friends when he doesn't get together-this is how the reputation of "not pulling out a dime and asking for a high amount" spreads.

"Ahem. Jiang Wang thought for a while: "The matter of money ......"

"You don't have to worry about that. Xu Xiangqian waved his hand: "I'll settle it easily." ”

If Jiang Wang really wants to make trouble and pay money to deal with Xu Fang's funeral, then it makes no sense for Xu Xiangqian to come forward.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, after all, for an extraordinary powerhouse, this level of money would not be too difficult.

Before leaving the academy, Xu Xiangqian thought about it, but he still felt that he couldn't swallow this breath, so he ran back to the academy and took an inkstone.

Standing in front of the courtyard wall, he began to meditate motionlessly.

Jiang Wang didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't express his position, so he could only watch dryly from the side.

After a long time, Xu Xiangqian's eyes flashed, and he pressed it on the inkstone with one hand, and the ink of the appropriate shade was grinded.

Then the hand pulled out, and the ink was drawn out, and with his finger as a pen, he wrote the wall of the Qingya Annex!

Title: Qingya Courtyard.

The poem says:

The mud is not a dean.

A smoky miasma.

I didn't eat this meal,

How can a grass nest live in a phoenix!

After writing, he was full of ambition, looked at Jiang Wang, and said, "How?"

At this time, he still inherited his favor, Jiang Wang said: "The ink is very good! The poem is written neatly!"

No, it's all seven words and one sentence, neat and neat, pleasing to the eye.

Xu Xiangqian was very satisfied, and threw the inkstone into the flowers in the corner of the wall in a chic manner: "Let's go!"

Jiang Wang followed and ran.

......

Far away from the academy.

Xu Xiangqian suddenly sighed again: "Alas. ”

"What's wrong, Brother Xu?" Jiang Wang really cheered today. Because Xu Xiangqian helped to collect Xu Fang, he was helping him.

Xu Xiangqian sighed: "Although Dean Liu's personality is a little stubborn, he is actually not a bad person. If I write a quatrain today and sing it to the world in the future, won't it ruin his reputation......? I'd better go back and wipe it!"

Jiang Wang pondered for a while, and replied cautiously: "I don't think I need to ......"

"Of course, I'm not saying that the poems you write don't have that influence, and it's not that your poems are bad. I also lacked the ability to appreciate poetry. I mean ......"

"Those who read are clear are self-purifying, and they are not afraid of shadows. The character of Dean Liu is not determined by one or two poems. ”

Jiang Wang added while thinking about it: "Besides, he should also see your inscription at this time, let the old dean decide for himself whether to keep it or not." Let's go back at this time, in case we hit ......."

I don't know what persuaded Xu Xiangqian.

Anyway, it was easy to say that he finally dispelled the urge to go back and hit the tip of the knife now.

The two went straight to the next target - the coffin shop of Lao Zhang of Xiaolianqiao.