Red makeup Chitose

Chapter 67 The Professor
"Thank you, sister!" Dong Lin raised his eyes, with a flattered expression on his face, his brown pupils were clean and bottomless, like the most transparent glass.

Jin Ming scolded himself secretly just now, how could such a young man have such terrifying skill, yet he instinctively felt that it was dangerous, and opened his hand.

Jin Mingwei hurriedly picked up a few more chopsticks for Dong Lin, and said softly: "I was wrong just now, thank you for helping me, my whole body is sore and tight, and I have a bad temper, don't take it seriously."

"En!" Dong Lin nodded cautiously, as if he was afraid that Jin Mingwei would trick him.

Jin Mingwei scolded himself more and more. After a meal, he greeted Donglin with his care and kept bringing him vegetables. This incident was considered a turning point. Of course, he ignored the resentment that Ah Tuan and Jinxiu vegetables were not enough.

The four of them went back to their houses after eating. The official post was more spacious than most of the private posts, so each of them was allocated a room. However, when Jin Mingwei entered his room and closed the door behind him, there was no time. When I lit a candle, I saw a black shadow drifting by.

"Who?" Jin Mingwei was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and was about to call for help, when he felt a pair of kind hands reaching out from behind and covering her mouth.

A familiar male voice rang in my ears: "Don't shout, it's me."

Jin Mingwei's heart fell from the sky, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Light... a candle..."

The hand behind her let go of her, and Jin Mingwei lit the candle. Looking at the smiling face in the candlelight, she realized something was wrong again: "Boss Chao? How did you become a robber all the time? Did you even break into the house?"

Zhao Shengxia smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, and said in a warm voice: "The book to welcome heaven is coming soon. The Luochuan class responded to the call from above and sent Yale to hundreds of counties and villages. We happened to come to Fengshou County to sing. And because it represents the above, the county magistrate is considerate. Let us live in the official post."

After a pause, Zhao Shengxia showed Jin Mingwei the key and apologized: "As for why I entered the hall, I guess the postmaster's room was arranged wrongly. I thought this room was mine, and I didn't see anyone when I came in."

Jin Mingwei took the key and looked at it. It turned out that it was the postmaster who made the mistake, not the boss's evil intentions and sneaking into the boudoir.

"Then I'll hurry up and scold the postmaster and ask him to arrange the room for you again." Jin Mingwei said, turning around and going out.

Zhao Shengxia hurriedly stood in front of the door: "Don't worry, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's talk? There are so many people eating in the hall now, if I come out of your room, it may make people think about it, I'm fine, bad It's bad for your reputation."

Jin Mingwei couldn't help being grateful. When Zhao Shengxia first came, not many people saw him enter her room before meal time, but now it's meal time, and there are more people, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for him to go out now.

"Thank you." Jin Ming pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his eyes softened in the candlelight.

Because of the warm wine, when she was six years old, she met Zhao Shengxia who was only ten years old.

From then on, when the Luochuan class sang in Biandu, Jin Mingwei would go to support Zhao Shengxia, and go to the backstage to chat about old times. When the Luochuan class sang in other places, Jin Mingwei also received letters from Zhao Shengxia from time to time, giving her Talking about new things in other places, even when returning to Biandu, Zhao Shengxia would bring her special products as gifts.

In short, the two grew up watching each other, from the yellow-haired child to the cardamom youth.

Others will definitely say that this is a childhood sweetheart, but Jin Mingwei thinks it is not counted. The main reason is that Zhao Shengxia is too polite and always calls her "Miss Jin" politely, and she also calls him "Boss" along with others, always Calling it this way, it "disappears everyone" invisibly.

Therefore, Jin Mingwei felt that the two were more like "old friends for many years" than childhood sweethearts.

Familiarity is familiarity, but she never thought about men and women, and probably Zhao Shengxia didn't think about that either, she firmly believed.

"Boss Chao, sit down. You said that it was Hu Fengru's idea that the Luochuan troupe come to Fengshou County to sing in response to the call from above, right?" Jin Mingwei asked Chao Shengxia to sit down, and went to pour tea by himself.

"Old rules, warm the bar." Zhao Shengxia stretched out her hand, lightly pressed the teapot, and smiled.

Jin Ming understood slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right, the boss counts me as half a drinking buddy, how can I treat him with tea? You sit down first, and I'll go to the hall to ask for some wine."

After saying that, Jin Mingwei opened the door and went out, asked for wine from the kitchen, and when he came back, he caught a glimpse of Dong Lin sitting on the railing at the other end of the corridor, looking at this side with an indifferent expression.

Come out to digest food when you are full.

Jin Mingwei naturally explained Donglin's behavior, without thinking too much, pushed the door into the room, closed the door again, and poured wine for Zhao Shengxia and himself.

"That's right, it's Hu Fengru's idea. The book to welcome the sky is coming soon. He said that in order to show the new style of Biandu and the new countryside to the capital, he launched an activity to send elegant music to hundreds of counties. All famous opera troupes were asked to participate. There are only three of them: "Book of Hundred Flowers Greeting Heaven in the Pear Garden", "Love and Gratitude in the South of the Yangtze River", and "Let's Sing and Sing and Forge ahead together." Zhao Shengxia said helplessly while sipping her wine.

Jin Mingwei was suspicious: "What play? I've never heard of it!"

"The book written by Hu Fengru himself can only sing these three songs." Zhao Shengxia shook her head, "It's just that he writes well. It's not that you don't know his level, so I reasoned that he couldn't be on stage. The younger generation needs to stand out to be more outstanding. New era, new talents, let the apprentices sing!"

"You are a disaster to your apprentice!" Jin Mingwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Hu Fengru is the professor who is in charge of the school exams in Biandu.

After two lifetimes, Jin Mingwei's evaluation of this person is only three words: rat shit.

There are not many real skills, but a lot of troubles, especially when he doesn't deal with Su Ji Academy.

For example, today in Biandu, "reciting Confucius and Mencius, emphasizing civilization" was carried out, and students had to study for a whole day, and they had to organize to worship the apricot altar. After reviewing the policies in the middle of the night, you still have to go to the talk, and those who don’t participate are not setting a good example. It is said that during that time, everyone wished there were thirteen hours a day.

For example, tomorrow in Biandu, the "Striving to be Biandu's Five Good Scholars" will be launched, and students will be asked to do good deeds every day, signed by the beneficiaries, and recorded in a booklet. It is said that at that time, when the old lady on the street was sitting in the shade, all the students rushed to carry her across the street.

In short, Hu Fengru's tricks come and go every day, and he is afraid that the students and husband will be idle.

The major academies in Biandu hated and had no choice but to hate Hu Fengru. After all, he was an official, except Su Ji Academy, under the leadership of Su Luoying, bit the bullet and did it with him.

Worship the apricot altar?Approve students to ask for leave collectively and participate in the talk?Sir, take the bedding together and sleep on the ground, doing good deeds?The academy's loquat is ripe, help the academy eat it, protect the forest, and write about your experience?Mr. Demonstration, you copy mine, I copy yours.

　I changed chapters 10-40. I suggest returning to the review I read before February, and fixed some bugs. The plot should be smoother.

　　
　
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