Jiaohua

Chapter 844 Lianfeng Academy (Part [-])
As the sky brightened, Hengxiang's morning market gradually became bustling.

What happened around Ning'an Building last night was bound to become a hot topic, and the students in class who passed by the morning market on their way to the academy couldn't help but stop and listen.

Before Dongping Academy moved south, there were three big halls and six private schools in Hengxiang.

One of the schools is mostly children from poor families. It is near the morning market and it is called Lianfeng Academy.

The old dean, surnamed Yang, is old, but he likes to keep fit. When he gets up early, he always does a few sets of boxing by the poolside behind the academy.

Over the years, more and more people practice martial arts with the old dean. No matter the severe cold or hot summer, there are about twenty people every day.

After practicing a few sets of boxing and leaving, the old dean was wearing a thin white shirt with a strong body, and walked back slowly towards the academy while wiping his sweat.

Others were talking about what happened last night, but the old dean just listened casually without expressing his opinion.

When he was about to enter the academy, a boy's crisp voice sounded: "Dean Yang."

The old dean and others looked at the boy beside the road. The boy's eyes were dark and sparkling, and he was bold and mischievous.

"Dean Yang," the little boy held a letter in his hand, "Captain Qiu asked me to give it to you!"

"Captain Qiu!" The people beside the old dean were stunned, and they all looked at the old dean.

The old dean didn't like dealing with these people, but he had to.

Receiving the letter for no apparent reason, the old dean put his hands behind his back and was about to go in, when the boy said again: "Old dean, look now!"

The old dean frowned and looked at the boy displeased.

The boy was a little scared, but he was courageous after all, and said again: "Oh, why don't you watch it now!"

"Look and see!" The old dean muttered, "I'll just watch."

Only when I thought about it at this moment did I feel strange, why Captain Qiu would let a little boy deliver the letter.

After tearing open the envelope, the old dean opened the letter and said, "This word is handsome!"

Others wanted to see how handsome he was, but they couldn't come together. They saw the old dean raised his brows, and as soon as he received the letter, he immediately looked at the boy: "Where is she?!"

"Come!" said the boy, "I'll take you there!"

"Go back and preside over the morning class first!" The old dean looked at the people behind him, "I'll be back in a quarter of an hour!"

After taking the boy for a few steps, the old dean turned back and said, "Maybe half an hour, or not, maybe an hour!"

Speeching incoherently, the old dean dragged the boy into a run and disappeared in a flash.

The vicinity of the morning market is lively, but it is still early, and the largest teahouse has not yet started business, so it was quite cold when I entered.

The boy sent the old dean here and left. The shopkeeper who had been waiting for a long time held a thick robe in his hand: "President Yang, come here! Don't freeze you!"

The old dean received it, the robe was extremely thick, he had practiced for a while, and the heat was fading, and the thin clothes were really hard to keep out the cold.

After the old dean put on his outer robe, the shopkeeper led him to the box on the second floor.

The private room is full of warmth, and the top-grade agarwood is burning in the incense burner with tangled branches of peonies and green leaves. A very handsome girl is sitting in front of the fir red lacquer coffee table, writing a letter.

The old director was brought here, but the shopkeeper didn't stay any longer, greeted him politely, closed the door and left.

Xia Zhaoyi got up, smiled and said, "Dean, please."

The old dean walked away with frowned eyebrows. In front of the girl was a piece of letter paper that was drying, and many of them had been put into envelopes, folded aside.

The old dean looked at the girl from the letter paper: "...Are you Miss Ali? You wrote me the letter?"

From time to time, the voices of hawkers selling tea and snacks can be heard outside. The inside of the house is elegant, while the outside is very vulgar.

The conflict is that the girl's face is too young and immature and her reputation in the world is booming.

"I'm Ah Li," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Principal, what do you think of the posthumous study proposed in the letter?"

The old dean held the letter, paused, and sat down opposite her.

It's hard to look at those letter papers that are drying out, but the table is full of them, and there is nowhere for the eyes to settle.

"Miss Ali," the old dean said in a heavy voice, "Dongping Academy is in Hengxiang, why did you come to my Lianfeng Academy?"

"In addition to Dongping Academy, Hengxiang has many colleges. Why didn't the dean ask me why I chose them?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Why?" asked the old dean.

"Because there are many students from poor families in Lianfeng Academy, choosing Lianfeng Academy to hold a seminar is also giving these students an extra chance."

The old dean nodded, he also wanted to fight for this opportunity for the poor students in the college.

"However, I don't know if it will be possible to study theory in troubled times." The old dean frowned, "Not many people are willing to run around in troubled times."

"That's why I named myself to the world," Xia Zhaoyi said in a calm voice, "Dean, in my humble opinion, no matter in prosperous or troubled times, there are always a large number of underappreciated people in the world, those who lack opportunities, and even some Talented but not self-aware, they all need this discourse to prove themselves. The dean is a person who cherishes talents, and he must be reluctant to bear it. Seeing the good jade covering the dust, regretting being in a corner of troubled times, and not seeing the sun."

"Hmm... But what if the famous person who came out of the theory of going to the world is used by the tyrants, abandoning the light and turning to the dark, and helping the evildoers?"

"Dean," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Who is the hero, who is the hero, who is the light, and who is the dark, we will only find out in the history books a hundred years later."

"Winners and losers," the old dean nodded, and said again, "However, I heard some days ago... that it was between Miss Ali and King Daping... Miss Ali, are you not afraid?"

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and this tree may not be willing to build a good bird, especially a good bird from Hengxiang."

"Hengxiang," said the old dean, "Yes, Hengxiang."

Hengxiang was originally a place of quaint books, but in recent years, due to Dongping Academy, it has become the cusp of troubled times.

Also because of Dongping Academy, Hengxiang has always been stable and stable compared to those state capitals that have turned into hell on earth.

And, when it comes to Dongping Academy, Dongping Academy has always had a vague relationship with the girl in front of me in the eyes of the world since the change in Ji Chou's late age.

And in these years, Mrs. Zhao's Ning'an Building has become more and more famous in Hengxiang, and Mrs. Zhao and this girl Ali, I don't know when they started, and their relationship is well known to everyone.

Therefore, Song Zhiyi might not dare to use the talents Hengxiang left...

And talents who want to rely on Song Zhiyi will definitely not come to Hengxiang to study in the world.

The old dean was thinking, and looked back at the girl's eyebrows and eyes in front of him again.

Over the years, "Miss Ali" has disappeared and only reappeared in the eyes of the world a few months ago.

So much so that the old dean almost forgot that besides the reputation of "Ali" that she earned herself, she has another extremely honorable identity.

"Miss Ali, are you really... Ding Guogong's daughter?" The old headmaster said, his voice trembling unconsciously, trembling because of the word Ding Guogong.

　Thank you Hua Lizi for your reward~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)