Crown Jewels

Chapter 7 Mountain Chief Lu Jiuxi

A few simple words, neither humble nor overbearing, naturally and familiarly raised the topic, and it was a question that made her enjoy the joy of answering, good question!
Gu Baozhu raised the tails of his eyes, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

She originally thought that this person was as cold and aloof as her face, but she didn't expect that getting along and talking would make people feel like a spring breeze.

"That's right, my father is not in good health, so I wanted to learn something practical, this medical pharmacology—"

When she still wanted to satisfy her rare desire to talk and share, Gu Baozhu realized that the atmosphere of the house had changed, from the previous noisy to the current small whispers in her ears.

Only then did the two realize that two people walked into the room.

The leader was also dressed in a green cloth Confucian robe, but unexpectedly he was not as serious and rigid as he had imagined, nor was he low-key and forbearing. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes made his eyes look wiser.

The gentle wind swayed the hem of his clothes, hiding a period of romance that belonged to him alone.

The person who could not be fooled by the subdued sighs in the dining hall and the undisguised admiration in their eyes was the head of the Huangu Academy.

Lu Jiuxi, a famous Confucian who once won the Sanyuan!

He never served as an official in the court, and devoted half his life to the academy. However, few officials who have entered the official career through the imperial examinations of the six departments have not been mentioned by him.

Everyone responded that Gu Baozhu was not surprised, but what surprised her was Shen Lanqing, who was unexpectedly calm and indifferent.

You must know that the person on the stage is like a textbook character in the imperial examination.

She thought that all scholars were interested in Lu Jiuxi.

Thinking of this, Gu Baozhu couldn't help but shook his head, and then glanced over the Eastern Region with a questioning gaze.

Admiration, anticipation, and enthusiasm, this is what it should be.

Her eyes were dull and she was about to withdraw, but at the gate of the academy in the morning, the little girl paused when she said her brother.

There are more than 20 boys, but they can notice him at a glance, and the sense of presence is too strong.

Gu Baozhu's gaze did not leave unexpectedly, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

It was a June day, the scorching heat was not considered too hot, but it was not cool under the toga and long sleeves. The others tacitly took off their crowns and hats indoors, with round crowns and hairpins on their arms, but he was the only one born!

There was still a crown on his head, and the light spots shone on his face through the window.

His brows and eyes were downcast, his eyes were dark and blue, and he was a little tired. The light sweat on the bridge of his nose made him hold back his lips, and the crown on his head was tightly closed, and he didn't intend to take it off at all.

He seems to be called Song Yan?

Gu Baozhu shook his head slightly, only feeling that this person and the other students in the academy were a bit incompatible!

Although Song Yan also wore Confucian robes, and even wore a hat on his head, but from top to bottom, Gu Baozhu didn't see the slightest bookishness from him.

On the contrary, the lazy aura in the corners of his eyes and brows, even when he saw Lu Jiuxishan growing up, did not restrain himself, even with the blue Confucian robe on his body, it was less well-tailored and rigid, and more lively and loose .

Song Yan, who was still resting with his eyes closed at first, noticed that there were many scrutinizing eyes on his body. He was very sensitive to these details since he was a child. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look in that direction, and happened to meet those eyes.

When he saw that it was Gu Baozhu, Song Yan raised his brows and glanced at her briefly, then retracted his eyes indiscriminately.

The moment he met Song Yan's gaze, Gu Baozhu's pupils couldn't help shrinking.

At that moment, his eyes were really sharp.

Although he quickly returned to his usual looseness, the feeling of the sword being unsheathed at that moment really made people palpitate.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to care much in the end, even Gu Baozhu somehow felt that his posture was more casual.

Song Yan, who retracted his gaze, was too lazy to think about the episode just now, and focused on the high platform with everyone.

The difference is that the eyes were only on the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, for a moment, and then turned to the person beside him.
It turned out to be him!

The man following the head of the mountain is the one holding the "Law of the Great Swallow" in the gazebo.

The corners of Song Yan's lips curled up, it was strange that he was so unhurried, with such a leisurely relationship, he was really not afraid of being late.

Thinking of this, Song Yan's eyes became a little more interested.

At this time, there were faint conversations in the study room, Song Yan saw that Qi Yuan first asked the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, to sit behind the desk next to him, and then got up.

He glanced around for a week, not in a hurry to maintain order.

Qi Yuan's eyes were only precise enough to laugh at the male students in the audience, and Tao Hua's eyes gleamed with a bit of a smile, but with a faint warning, the male student responded with embarrassment.

After doing this several times, the room immediately became quiet, and Song Yan saw the man, and then he put down the book in his hand and introduced himself briefly.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qi Yuan, and I will be acting as the head of the academic study room for the next month...

Before he finished speaking, Song Yan heard the two behind him whispering and gossiping about the people on stage.

"It turns out that he is Qi Yuan. I heard that he is the proud student of our school."

"Not only that, it is said that he already has a reputation as a scholar, and he is going to be ready for autumn in August next year."

"No wonder, if it's not the favorite student, can you temporarily take the post of head of the house to supervise us?"

"This is only for those with excellent moral character to be qualified to assist the mountain leader in teaching."

Putting these words into his ears, Song Yan raised his brows lightly, and his eyes suddenly understood.

It turned out that he was already a talent.

"If you have no doubts, please invite Mr. Lu Jiuxi, the head of the mountain, to teach you the first lesson of admission!"

When Song Yan came back to his senses, Qi Yuan's clear and pleasant voice came.

The head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, who was originally sitting, smiled slightly at the crowd, calm and elegant, and went directly to the topic.

"The so-called six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and art. Among them, etiquette and music are the foundation of one's life. Today's first lesson will first talk about the guest etiquette among the five etiquettes of auspicious, unlucky, Jia, guest, and military... "

The ups and downs of the mountain chief's voice came, and Song Yan was flipping through the book in his hand boredly.

In fact, he is not very interested in these things. The reason why he was able to enter Huangu Academy at the beginning was not only to let his father let go and let him continue to practice martial arts. The courage of every man.

Everything is considered in the theory of martial arts and the formation of troops.

And the rich resources of the Library Pavilion in Huangu Academy are by no means what he can get in Shushu.

Finally, Song Yan's gaze stopped at the military salute and was no longer distracted.

Military salute Military salute is the etiquette involved in the military, including calling and rectifying the army, inspecting the population of chariots and horses, etc. Over the years, a relatively complete system has been accumulated.

When there is no way to personally experience military life, this military knowledge is enough for him to quench his thirst.

Song Yan straightened his body and began to read with relish.

There is a gentle wind outside the window, accompanied by the persuasive explanation of the mountain master in the house, revealing the unique tranquility and excitement of the academy.

Song Yan moved his stiff neck for a while, and read the book with unsatisfactory thoughts. When he raised his eyes, he felt that the atmosphere was not very good.

At this time, there was no familiar teaching voice from the head of the mountain, replaced by the voice of a scholar standing obliquely in front of him, slightly stumbling.

(End of this chapter)