Yuan Youtao, who is often immersed here, and the young masters of the calligraphy can't afford the title of this little boy, and the young ladies are naturally not little boys, so the little boy that Mrs. Zhou wants to invite is naturally Ning Shu, who came here for the first time.

Ning Shu, who was being besieged by the students in turn and wanted to cry without tears, heard this call, and her heart was overjoyed, no matter what Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Niu or Mrs. Li was, as long as she could rescue herself from this extremely dangerous private room, she would be a virtuous and amiable lady.

After hearing Mrs. Zhou's name, the young masters who were on the periphery of the circle of students consciously moved out of the way, and a pretty little maid walked in from outside the house, looked around, and looked at Ning Shu with an expressionless face.

Ning Shu thought of those righteous knights who saved people from fire and water in folk martial arts novels, those desperate people who wanted to commit suicide were suddenly cut off by a flying sword, and those hot roasted sweet potatoes handed over by someone in the wilderness of the cold winter and the moon, and those who roared when they saw the unevenness......

It's probably like this, expressionless and cold, as if to say, don't say thank you, it's just a gesture to save you.

The coolest thing in the world is such a life-saver.

They don't need you to reciprocate, and they don't care if you're a rich boy or a poor scholar, just a warm hand when you need it most.

"There are still such righteous people in this land of fireworks and willow lane!" Ning Shu admired in his heart, and he found that he was beginning to like this place.

Thinking of this, he felt very happy, and he didn't think about who Mrs. Zhou was who invited him upstairs to talk, and what was the reason for inviting him, but when those sons heard the name Mrs. Zhou, their faces showed surprise, as if they had heard some terrible news.

Yuan Youtao didn't have time to chew the pastry in his mouth, so he simply swallowed it, then solemnly patted Ning Shu's shoulder, and said with a blessed face: "Congratulations!"

Ning Shu's heart blossomed, but he pretended to be calm on the surface, and his expressionless face at this time seemed to the calligraphy students to be a kind of teacher who also wanted to stay here and have fun with you, how could someone invite him......

Jin Weiqi saw that the gentleman with his hand was let go like this, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered Mrs. Zhou, a person who was very famous in Hongduxue and even Pingkangfang, and even in Los Angeles, looked at the back of Ning Shu who went away with the maid, stomped his feet hatefully, and said: "I know that he is definitely not the first time to come, he is definitely a veteran here, how can anyone know Mrs. Zhou for the first time!"

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In a room on the third floor of the Red Pile Snow.

Ning Shu sat honestly on the stool, while Mrs. Zhou, who called Ning Shu over, leaned lazily on the bench.

Behind Mrs. Zhou stood a man with eyebrows like green feathers, muscles like snow, teeth like shellfish, a face as beautiful as the moon, and long black hair like sandalwood......

Ning Shu felt that the words in these books to describe the woman lacked charm, but if there was an Oiran in the Qinglou, there was no doubt that the woman was the Oiran among the Oiran.

What's more, it was this woman who bumped into him who was hesitating downstairs before, and pinched his face.

At this time, the woman was pinching the shoulders of the lady who was leaning on the chair, and at the same time looked at Ning Shu curiously.

So Ning Shu sat more upright.

And this Mrs. Zhou is also extremely good-looking, if she is twenty years younger, she must also be a top-notch level in the building, but unlike the curiosity of the young Oiran, this Mrs. Zhou is frowning and looking at the teenager sitting across the table, just like a serious parent looking at a disobedient junior.

Maybe it's because of his age, or maybe it's because he has a lot of unexplained dissatisfaction with the young man in front of him, and the wrinkles between Mrs. Zhou's frowning brows are getting deeper and deeper.

Ning Shu remembered that when he was fighting for the handwriting of the Liu family in Jinling City that day, I wonder if Mrs. Zhou's brows are as deep as they are today?

But fortunately, without the fair-skinned and smooth fragrant picture, without Yuan Youtao's obscene statement in his ear, and without the ferocious gaze of young boys and girls, it would be much better in this quiet room, but even so, in the face of Mrs. Zhou's frowning brows, Ning Shu felt that he couldn't be silent like this.

So he seriously raised his freckled face, stood up, waved his hands and saluted, and then said seriously: "Thank you Mrs. Zhou for helping me to relieve the siege, I don't know if Mrs. Zhou called me up, what are your orders?"

Mrs. Zhou, who was leaning on the bench, looked at the immature freckled little face opposite, and listened to this very polite inquiry, as if she had awakened some past events hidden in her heart that she didn't want to remember, and couldn't help frowning even more.

"Which school are you a student at?" Mrs. Zhou asked with a sigh as she rubbed her brow, which had been frowning for a long time.

Ning Shu thought about it for a while, and still truthfully told the story from Ping'an City to Los Angeles, of course, this truthfulness must have skipped the part where he was a cultivator, just like the letter he sent back to Ping'an City.

"The assessment quota of Taifu has always been sought-after, except for those who are directly invited by Mr. Taifu from the hands of the princes and nobles, the rest can be passed to all over the following places, I have never heard of your peaceful city, but you can get an assessment quota, and you can be an assistant speaker in Bailu Guozhen, and there must be some ink in your stomach. ”

Mrs. Zhou was very satisfied with Ning Shu's experience, but then returned to her original frowning appearance, and said in a deep voice: "It is rare for a fourteen-year-old boy to understand so much knowledge, with this accumulation, it should not be a problem to pass the assessment of Taifu, I don't know where you are taught, but I know that although there is no shortage of fourteen-year-old guests in this building, and there are even those younger than you, it is not suitable for you." ”

"You are a child who has never experienced affairs, you can study in peace, why do you have to learn from the sour and rotten literati, you have to go into the Qinglou a few times and chant two lines of poetry, could it be that this is the status symbol of the literati and the artist?"

Ning Shu felt the subtle change in Mrs. Zhou's tone, when she said that she was going to enter the Taifu, she did not hide the appreciation in her tone, but when she talked about the scholar who entered the Qinglou, her tone became solemn, and there was a kind of complaining emotion in it, and she didn't know which scholar annoyed her, causing herself to be treated as an equal example.

Ning Shu didn't expect this situation, so he could only be modest and explain softly that he didn't do the cloud-shaking thing, but just drank a few light wines.

"It's not good to drink at your age, but I don't care about you, but it's not good to go where you have to come here to drink, and the real intention of the people who come here to drink is not between the cups?

Mrs. Zhou motioned to the plump woman behind her to rub her somewhat sore head, and looked at Ning Shu, who was dressed as a scholar with a sword at her waist, as if she remembered the young scholar who entered and exited the Qinglou twenty years ago and teased a group of girls, and that scholar seemed to be equipped with a sword at that time.

"Since the group of young masters and young ladies brought by Jin Weiqi are your students, as a teacher, how can you appear in front of them like this, even if you are young, it is not good after all. ”

"Since Yuan Youtao is your old acquaintance, according to his warm and generous temperament, he naturally wants to entertain you with a good student, but how can you be considered a good student in this building, and you don't want to find a girl for you, how can you refuse?

Ning Shu felt that Mrs. Zhou saw the problem really thoroughly, and told what she had experienced in a few words, and it was not easy to refute it for a while, so she could only look down at the tips of her shoes.

The more Mrs. Zhou spoke, the more annoyed she became, waved her hand to signal the woman behind her to stop, and then sat up straight, and the repeated questions that hated iron and steel swept like a shower.

"How can you see these glamorous scenes, how can you see a fourteen-year-old boy who is not determined?"

"Even if you have half a bottle of ink in your stomach, you always have to do the questions to be steady, how many real questions have you done in the Taifu assessment from Bailu Guozhen?"

"Have you ever been around Taifu in advance? Have you figured out your plan after being admitted to Taifu? From literature or from martial arts? Do you go to the Northern Wilderness to exercise or go to the southern countries to study?"

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Ning Shu thought about getting out of the wolf-like private room, but he didn't expect to enter the tiger's mouth again in a blink of an eye, this week Mrs. said that the things in the Qinglou were getting more and more energetic, and she actually cared about his studies, and what she said was very reasonable.

If she was taught such a lesson by others, Ning Shu might not listen to it at all, but Mrs. Zhou had no malice, and even her words were full of concern for her elders, just like looking at a good student who was about to go astray, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of eagerness to redeem herself and pull her into the right path.

In this case, Ning Shu really couldn't raise his temper, but what Mrs. Zhou said was reasonable, for such a good suggestion, he decided to accept it with an open mind, but he couldn't say that he was looking for someone, he didn't believe it himself, so he had to reply in a whisper: "I was standing downstairs before, and the sisters upstairs made fun of me, I was impulsive, my brain was hot, and I came in with my head buried, and then I ......."

Mrs. Zhou was slightly stunned when she heard this, and her previous reprimand actually reprimanded her own head, and she couldn't say a few more words between her hearts, so she sighed and said to the woman behind her: "Let those girls be honest, don't even hook up with children of this age!"

The woman behind her hid her face and smiled, and answered.

Mrs. Zhou took a sip of tea and moistened her dry throat, looked at the young man in front of her who looked a little aggrieved, and suddenly felt a little guilty in her heart, she had just listened to the noise downstairs before, and after sending someone to look at it, she found that the person concerned was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and she was also equipped with a sword, and she remembered the merry scholar who had been in the middle of the flowers, so she couldn't help but call it, and somehow, the more she looked at it, the more she looked like it, so she reprimanded a few words.

I didn't expect this child to be the one who was going to take the Taifu exam, and I couldn't help but feel concerned, looking at this young man who was not angry at his own training, I couldn't help but feel very cute, thinking about whether I should give a little compensation, so as not to let this child be wronged.

So Mrs. Zhou waved her hand and said to the woman behind her, "Xue San, take him to you." ”

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