On this day, Qionghu Academy was extremely lively, because there was a group of students who had completed their studies in the college, and it was about to leave school.

In front of the college, the lanterns were hung with colors, and the elders of many large families sent big pennants, and the college hung these pennants on both sides of the road into the college, adding a touch of joy.

Most of the students of the college will go to participate in scientific examinations after leaving school, hoping to stand out from tens of thousands of people and leap into the dragon gate. And some students with excellent talents will be favored by a certain high-ranking official and accepted as disciples. The purpose of studying is to make a living, and this is what most students want at any time, so only a very small number of students will stay in the college to continue their studies, either to increase their knowledge or to cultivate their body and mind.

Big husband, self-cultivation and self-cultivation are the most difficult thing to do.

It is said that if a house is not swept, how can it sweep the world, but the great Confucianism, the great prime minister, and the great country scholars recorded in the history books are actually the image of a crazy old man at home.

There are really not many people like Yao Qinghe in the world, there are too many worries in the world waiting for you to think about, where do you still have the leisure to sweep your house clean?

Isn't it the reason? Isn't it the reason?

Deng Fuzi was leisurely, the rotten slippers under his feet were already black, and the ground was covered with all kinds of paper and ink, but he still ate and drank leisurely, and from time to time he played a flute, showing his heroic mind with a distant flute sound.

So the neatly dressed young scholar sitting opposite him showed a hint of enlightenment on his face, and when Deng Fuzi was not paying attention, he quietly wiped a trace of ink on his dust-free robe, and thought that if someone asked, he would say that he was a little dizzy from pondering the world's major events last night, and he didn't even pay attention to the ink marks on his clothes!

Thinking about it, this young scholar snickered proudly, thinking that as the dean of this Qionghu Academy, although Master Deng didn't seem to have much real talent, as soon as he talked about it, he knew that what he said was a big truth!

After making a gesture to Deng Fuzi, the young scholar walked away briskly, Deng Fuzi raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the young scholar, and then smiled secretly, thinking to himself, you hairy boy, you still want to fight with me?

After thinking about it like this, Deng Fuzi couldn't sit still in this chair, and thought that he was idle anyway, so it was better to go out and have a look, and meet a few young students who respectfully called themselves a master, and his heart was happier than being idle now, wasn't it?

Inserted the flute into his waist, swaggered out all the way, and looked at the red lanterns fluttering in the academy along the way, and his heart became more and more proud, the prosperity of this Qionghu Academy is really inseparable from me Deng Maozhi, my Deng Maozhi is really an excellent management person, Da Sui did not invite me to the marquis to pay homage to the prime minister must be their ugliness!

Cheng Ru was able to fight with Deng Fuzi hotly, and it was really because the two had the same smell.

I didn't walk long before I heard a shout from behind me, "Hey!"

Deng Fuzi was startled, blowing his beard and puffing out his eyes, and was about to scold, but when he turned his head to see Ziling, a little girl, he had to deliberately say with a straight face: "What kind of system!

Have you forgotten what the Master taught you?"

Ziling smiled and said: "Yes, yes, the master also said that the people who sweep the world have the leisure to sweep the house, where do I have the leisure to worry about these little rules now?"

Deng Fuzi was dumbfounded, and finally smiled helplessly, "Okay, don't learn, you have listened to these truths in your heart." ”

"Where is the good not to learn? What the master says is a big truth, and the students listen to everything in their hearts!"

Deng Fuzi shook his head helplessly, thinking that he was really old, and he was speechless by a little girl, so he immediately patted his head, "Bah, I suddenly remembered that there are still some confetti of melons and fruits in my yard that have not been swept, I have to clean it up!"

As he spoke, Deng Fuzi ran away with his dirty robe.

Ziling looked at Deng Fuzi's figure, laughed, and narrowed her eyes into crescent moons.

Turning his head, he saw a tall and delicate figure walking towards this side, and Ziling's eyes widened again, "Sister Wenjun!"

The person who came was Ji Wenjun, she turned her head and pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, "I'm starting to get ready to go to school, how can I still talk to my master so unruly?"

Ziling smiled: "It's not that I don't have rules, I follow the 'rules' that Master Deng said." ”

Ji Wenjun shook his head, walked forward slowly, and didn't walk long before he met Fang Shi.

Fang Shi hurriedly greeted Ji Wenjun after seeing him, "Miss Ji, you are here." I've been looking for you for a long time, but I met you around the corner, it's really a village!"

Ji Wenjun bowed slightly, "I've seen Fang Gongzi, I don't know what Fang Gongzi is looking for the little girl?"

"What's going on, what's going on?!" Ziling strode over and grabbed Ji Wenjun's arm, with some vigilance in his eyes.

Fang Shizheng's words were interrupted by Ziling and he was a little annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face, "Now that I'm about to leave school, the contemptible people came here to ask Miss Ji what she thinks after she leaves school?" ”

When he said this, the corners of Fang Shi's mouth were slightly proud.

Ziling pursed her lips and muttered something in a low voice, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Ji Wenjun replied: "Since this is the case, then congratulations to Fang Gongzi." Lord Xiangguo is known for his erudition, and presumably under the door of Lord Xiangguo, Gongzi Fang should benefit a lot. ”

Fang Shi smiled, "I still don't know what Miss Ji's plans are after she leaves school?"

"What can I do as a little girl? ”

Fang Shi was stunned, "Why does Miss Ji think so, the eldest husband should make a difference... ”

Before he finished speaking, he only heard Ziling interrupt: "Yes, yes, the eldest husband should do something, but Sister Wenjun is not a big husband!"

At the end, Ziling took Ji Wenjun's hand and walked forward, "Sister Wenjun, I saw yesterday that the musk lily you often talk about has bloomed, let's go and take a look!"

Ji Wenjun was a little moved, and saluted Fang Shi, "Since this is the case, the little woman will leave." ”

Fang Shi opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, only sighed and clenched his fists.

Ziling glanced back, and after seeing Fang Shi walking away, she muttered in a low voice, "Sister Wenjun, you."

Don't pay attention to this man in the future, I will know that he is not a good person when I look at this person!"

"Fang Gongzi has always been gentle and polite, and you are not a roundworm in his belly, how can you dare to say that he is not a good person?" Although Ji Wenjun didn't like Fang Shi very much, he seemed to take this opportunity to preach to Ziling, but he was interrupted by Ziling just halfway through his words.

Ziling waved her hand, "I was very annoyed when I saw him, although he was gentle and polite, but I always felt that his smile was a little fake! ”

Knowing that she was speechless, Ziling closed her mouth, looked up and saw that Ji Wenjun's face had not changed much, and then asked cautiously, "Sister Wenjun, what do you think of this person called Hua?"

Ji Wenjun was silent for a while, and when he was about to speak, he heard Ziling complain slightly: "Why did you say that Cheng Chenghua disappeared overnight? Really, I left without even saying hello, it's really boring these days, and I have to pay for my own food. ”

Ji Wenjun smiled, "You're just thinking about people's free lunch." ”

"That's not it," Ziling kicked a small stone and suddenly asked, "Sister Wenjun, do you care about him?"

"I—what do I think about him?" replied Ji Wenjun.

"You forgot? At that time, Cheng Zhaohua put a flower on your windowsill every morning, and he thought you didn't know... ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Ji Wenjun's mouth, but it was collected quickly.

Ziling glanced left and right and asked with great interest: "Sister Wenjun, don't you have the slightest feeling for that person named Chenghua?" Although he is a monk, he is still very good. ”

Ji Wenjun's face was slightly red, "What are you doing with these things all of a sudden?"

After taking a closer look at Ji Wenjun's face, Ziling saw that Ji Wenjun didn't want to talk about it, so she let out a disappointed sigh, and when she looked up, she saw the extremely bright musk lily, "Sister Wenjun, look!"

The eyes are white, as white as spring snow in March, and as moonlight as August.

Ji Wenjun smiled, smiling extremely brightly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Sister Wenjun, you said that if Cheng Zhaohua knew that you liked lilies, would she pick all these musk lilies and send them to your windowsill?"

"How dare he?!"

After this sentence blurted out, Ji Wenjun was shocked, glanced at Ziling cautiously, and was relieved to find that Ziling did not pay attention to his words, so he said again: "Good flower, what do you have to do for him?

"There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches!Sister Wenjun!" Ziling plunged into the musk lily bush, facing the summer breeze, smiling brightly.

Ji Wenjun smiled again, she squatted down, took out a box of rouge from her arms, gently dipped her fingers in a touch of red, and dotted it on the white petals of the lily.

"Hey, Sister Wenjun, I suddenly remembered one thing, Cheng Ru gave you so many flowers, did she never give you a lily!"

"It's a mile~" Ji Wenjun was a little helpless, "But how did he know that I like lilies?"

"But if you don't say it, how will he know that you like lilies?" Ziling asked, tilting her head.

Ji Wenjun was slightly stunned.