Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 23
Zhao Qinghe held his breath, and quietly poked his head into the door, it's good, no one has come in yet, does she want... to do it?
Today is the first day of Gongxue class, the disciples will usually wander around the academy, and when the ancient clock of Feixia Building rings, they will return to class in twos and ones, and the teacher will come to officially start the class.

There is not much time until the ancient clock strikes, and if you don't send things out... it will be too late.

Zhao Qinghe gritted his teeth, tiptoed into the house, and stopped in front of an empty desk.

This is Ji Wenjing's position.

She suppressed her heartbeat, and took out a delicate box in her hand, ready to secretly put it in his desk.

Inside the box was a pine flower stone inkstone, which was chosen by her after several selections. It was a masterpiece among the inkstones and was worth thousands of gold. Unfortunately, she didn't have the courage to send it out in person, so she could only go quietly like this.

However, this square inkstone is simple and ingenious, elegant and elegant, and it matches Ji Wenjing very well. He should... like it, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help showing a slight smile, and carefully put the box into the table with both hands, but suddenly there was a footstep behind him, and suddenly there was a voice:
"What are you doing at my desk?"

Turning his head this time, he met Ji Wenjing's frowning gaze at the door, Zhao Qinghe's face turned pale with fright, and he almost knocked over the box in his hand.

"me……"

She never expected that Ji Wenjing would arrive alone first, and the ancient clock had not yet rung, so she was really "caught" on the spot!

As a matter of fact, Ji Wenjing was originally a deserted person, and he was always out of gregariousness in the academy, and he didn't socialize much with other people, so he didn't have the time to gossip, gossip, and reminisce about the old days, so he naturally entered the class early, and only waited for the teacher to start the class .

"what is this?"

The box in his hand was pulled out, there was no way to avoid it, Zhao Qinghe closed his eyes, simply took out the Songhua stone inkstone in the box, mustered up his courage and stammered: "I, I'm here to thank Shizi Ji for saving his life , this, this square inkstone, I think it is very suitable for Ji Shizi..."

Seeing Ji Wenjing's weird expression, Zhao Qinghe panicked even more, thinking that he couldn't remember who she was, and stammered even more: "Just, last time, on Dongyi Mountain in Qingzhou, Ji Shizi redeemed me, Bringing back to Shengdu, I have always been very grateful to Shizi Ji, and I want to repay Shizi Ji for saving his life..."

"Enough." Ji Wenjing shouted unbearably, his voice almost biting through his teeth: "Has your memory been bitten by a dog? You can try barking again."

Zhao Qinghe trembled in fright, his heart was full of blessings, he suddenly reacted, and said incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, Ji... Brother Ji, I'm sorry!"

"Junior Sister Qinghe, why are you here?"

There was a surprised sound from the door, and he turned his head to see that the two people standing were Fu Yuanzhi and Sun Zuoyang.

Sun Zuoyang stepped forward quickly, seeing Ji Wenjing and Zhao Qinghe, one was full of impatience, the other was trembling like a little white rabbit, he couldn't help but angrily said: "Ji Wenjing, are you bullying Junior Sister Qinghe?"

Ji Wenjing frowned: "Sun Zuoyang, are you out of your mind?"

"No, no, it's me. I'm here to give you a thank you gift..." Zhao Qinghe was so anxious that he was about to cry, but the more anxious he became, the more he stammered, and finally explained the matter clearly. Ji Wenjing snorted coldly beside him: " Take this thing away, I don't need it, don't bother me."

Zhao Qinghe was so drunk that he hugged the box, his face was flushed, and his eyes were full of tears.

Sun Zuoyang couldn't help but took a step forward: "Ji Wenjing, why did you talk to Junior Sister Qinghe? She is kind, is this your attitude?"

"Oh." Ji Wenjing sneered, turned to Zhao Qinghe, and nodded Sun Zuoyang with his chin, "It's just right, you can give it to him, he was the one who came to see my brother at the Hou Mansion last time and asked me to redeem you, he is yours My savior, I am not, what does your life and death have to do with me?"

After finishing speaking, he sat down straight away and tidied up the things in the desk, as if he didn't care about it and ignored the outside world.

Zhao Qinghe was so ashamed that he was about to run away, unable to wait any longer, hugged the box, and bowed tremblingly to Ji Wenjing: "Yes, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ji, for disturbing you..."

After finishing speaking, she held back her tears, hugged the box tightly and ran out of the hall. Sun Zuoyang behind her chased after a few steps, calling several times: "Junior Sister Qinghe, Junior Sister Qinghe..."

"Ji Wenjing, you're going too far!" Sun Zuoyang turned around and clenched his fists. Seeing that Ji Wenjing was still indifferent and cold, he couldn't help being even more angry: "Are you still a man? How could you treat Qing He like this?" Junior sister, you are too rude!"

"Sun Zuoyang, if you are sick, go to the doctor as soon as possible. I don't have any medicine here, and it can't cure my brain disease." Ji Wenjing took out a picture album and opened it without looking at Sun Zuoyang.

"You!" Sun Zuoyang was so angry that he wanted to rush up, but was held back by Fu Yuanzhi. He lowered his voice, shook his head and advised, "Forget it, Zuo Yang, Yuan Taifu is coming soon. Today is the first day of class. When things get serious, you know that Ji Wenjing has such a temperament, so don't argue with him."

The ancient bell rang, and the long ringing was in the air, resounding throughout the academy.

After the room was full of people, Luo Qiuchi was the last one to come in, and met Yuan Taifu at the door. Yuan Taifu was startled, with concern in his eyes, and hesitantly said: "Why, Qiuchi, but you are familiar with the whole academy, you A stone slinger...does it really not need to be replaced?"

Luo Qiuchi smiled faintly, and bowed his head in salute: "Miss Wenren is very nice, she has taken me around the academy just now, and will go to Xiyuan for dinner with the students later, the students get along very well with her, and they talk very well. Huan, it's like meeting old friends again, thank you Taifu for your concern."

The voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone in the room to hear, Fu Yuanzhi's expression changed, and he secretly clenched his hands a few times.

When Taifu Yuan and Luo Qiuchi entered the hall, he glanced around and pointed casually: "That's fine, you can sit next to Ji Wenjing, he still has a seat vacant."

Ji Wenjing, who had been looking down at the picture album, suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows moved, and wanted to say something, but he pursed his lips in the end, and did not speak, but when Luo Qiuchi sat down with the scroll, paper and inkstone, he said politely. Nodding his head, he moved to the side and continued to look at the album.

Coincidentally, the two people sitting in front were Fu Yuanzhi and Sun Zuoyang. As soon as Luo Qiuchi sat down, Fu Yuanzhi tilted his head slightly and smiled at him, as if he had no intention of saying:
"Junior brother Luo, you are new here, if you need any help, just ask, by the way, your stone thrower is Junior Sister Wenren, right? She is indeed very good, but there is always a difference between men and women, and some things are inconvenient. The rules over there are quite complicated, why don't I exchange it with Junior Sister Wenren and let me be your stone thrower, what do you think?"

Fu Yuanzhi has always been gentle and courteous to others, but it was the first time he was so active and polite, rushing to build bridges and pave the way for others, and Sun Zuoyang next to him immediately changed his expression: "A Yuan!"

Fu Yuanzhi waved his hands without changing his mind, his handsome face still looked at Luo Qiuchi sincerely, Luo Qiuchi propped his head and thought for a while, then moved closer to him, eyes met, and suddenly smiled:
"It's not that good. The little senior sister is very nice. I hit it off with her very much. I like her very much. I don't want to change her. Brother Fu, please forgive me."

The word "Little Senior Sister" has deliberately prolonged the sound, especially the word "little", which has a profound meaning and brings out a bit of intimacy, which made Fu Yuanzhi's face look extremely ugly, and the gentle smile on his lips I can't stop thinking about it.

"A Yuan just casually said a few polite words, and you still think about it, who cares to be a stone thrower for you." Sun Zuoyang pulled Fu Yuanzhi's arm, and snorted: "Don't pay attention to him, A Yuan."

Fu Yuanzhi turned around, his face was as usual, but a pair of quiet and beautiful eyes were staring at the front, there was definitely no wave, but it seemed to contain huge waves, and he couldn't tell the depth.

During the whole class, Yuan Taifu was full of praise for Luo Qiuchi, picking out a few poems and fus he wrote in Qilin Selected Scholars, appreciating and commenting in various ways, and finally, assigning homework to go on, stroking his beard in front of everyone road:
"You should be honored to have such new classmates. Why don't you write this volume of unicorns? Just choose the simplest one and use 'spring' as the title. It doesn't matter what it is. You can describe willows or Ode to apricot blossoms, you can paint the boundless spring scenery of the flourishing capital, and you can freely write poems as long as they are related to "spring". A review."

After finishing speaking, Grand Tutor Yuan praised Luo Qiuchi's article again, and left satisfied Of.

Among them, the most "explicit" are the four people sitting in the center of the hall. They have always been inseparable, and they have "bad records" in the academy. Well, standing in the team before, they were dissatisfied with Yuan Taifu and cursed this old guy for being too partial.

These four people are from the four great families in Shengdu, Xie Qi Wang Liu, the four of them played together from childhood to adulthood, and all of them are born like dogs. If you just look at the names, you can tell that they are all young heroes——

Xie Ziyun, Qi Zhuoyan, Wang Shubai, Liu Chengmian.

It's a pity that they are just four playboys who are ignorant and incompetent, causing trouble, mud can't support the wall, and only relying on the family's favor to run rampant in the academy.

At that moment, Xie Ziyun, the "boss" among the four, kicked on the leg of the table, and said, "Chunchunchun, there is no spring, do you want to have a dream of spring?"

He had a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and there was a little red mole at the corner of his eyes. He looked like a feminine master, but his temper was extremely hot, and he would ignite at any point.

Hearing what he said, the others also complained: "That's right, I have to write poetry on the first day of class, and I'm either locked up in the mansion or studying in the palace school every day. How can there be so much happiness?"

Fu Yuanzhi sat at the table, listening to the complaints in the room, he just rolled his eyelids lightly, and didn't change his expression, but Sun Zuoyang, who was next to him, hummed in a low voice, and said with disgust: "Stay with this group of people every day, you will stink gone."

It is ironic to say that the Tianzi Jia class is the first class of Gongxue, but the "big" is not in character and learning, but "big" in family life.

The most powerful disciples in the entire academy are here, all of them are prominent and noble, and some of them are dudes, like the "Four Young Masters of Zhuxiu" who don't like to study, have no ink in their stomachs, only straw bags, Taifu Yuan is heartbroken, He blows his beard and stares every day, and beats people's palms with bamboo boards.

Among the eight masters, he is the one who works the hardest and hopes that his "son" will become a dragon, so Luo Qiuchi was born this year. He cherishes his talents and is eager to win them over regardless of his family background.

It's a pity that if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, especially in such a group of "monstrous winds", Yuan Taifu thought too little after all.

"I see, it's just that there should be such a disaster. There is no house, no house, and a weed. I don't know what qualifications to enter our class. Sit up and listen to the class with us. You can hear it, can you get it from a long distance?" It smells shabby!"

Someone made a sarcasm of yin and yang, almost surnamed, everyone burst into laughter, then Xie Ziyun turned his head to look at Luo Qiuchi's position, thoughtful, and his early heart was about to move again.

He stood up suddenly, winked at the other three partners, and the four of them understood, and went straight to Luo Qiuchi's desk.

There was a lot of fun to watch again, and many good-natured people had their eyes lit up, moved after hearing the news, and rushed over one after another.

Xie Ziyun flicked the four textbooks in his hand, and threw them on Luo Qiuchi's desk.

"Hey, new here, I heard that you are very good? You must imitate your handwriting and do your homework, right?"

Luo Qiuchi raised his head, only to see Xie Ziyun with his hands folded on his shoulders, and his face with a pointed chin was so domineering that he almost looked at him with his nostrils.

"Why, isn't it right? Old man Yuan praised you so much. Aren't you the kind of ancient genius who is born with auspiciousness, speaks well, writes three hundred poems in one night, and scares the dead out of coffins?"

Amidst the pungent sarcasm, the audience burst out laughing, and everyone looked like they had nothing to worry about. Xie Ziyun raised his long eyes, put his hands on the table, and approached Luo Qiuchi:
"Here, since you don't object, I'll leave the homework for the four of us to you. Write it well, do you hear me?"

Luo Qiuchi met his gaze and didn't move for a long time, with a half-smile: "Okay."

This stunned everyone, and then, there was an uproar around, Xie Ziyun turned to look at the three partners behind him, triumphant.

Fu Yuanzhi, who was sitting in front, was a little surprised, while Sun Zuoyang showed contempt, but Ji Wenjing, who seemed to be deaf, continued to bury his head in the album, but moved away a little.

Xie Ziyun continued to look at Luo Qiuchi, tut-tsk said: "If you tell me to write, you really do. The bones are really worthless, but I like it, so I should keep an extra dog by my side. Look after us and recognize us clearly." Four, my surname is Xie, his surname is Qi, his surname is Wang, his surname is Liu, we are the Fourth Young Master of Zhuxiu, and you will have many opportunities to deal with us in the future!"

Luo Qiuchi let out an "oh" and nodded seriously, still smiling but not smiling.

The surroundings became even more uproar. After being made such a fuss by Xie Ziyun, some people couldn't help but want to intervene, and squeezed forward impatiently:

"Well, you can write it for me too, remember to write it well, copy the handwriting on the front, don't be caught by Yuan Taifu, do you hear me?"

"And mine, mine! Don't need to write too well, the rhyme is neat, just like a poem..."

"Yes, yes, me too. Anyway, you are so good, so you should write for me as well!"

All kinds of textbooks flew towards Luo Qiuchi like snowflakes. He was not annoyed, and sat at the table, never rejecting anyone who came, with a faint smile.

As a result, there are more people who "learn from others", and almost half of Class A has surrounded them.

Sitting next to him, Ji Wenjing was squeezed to the point where he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up abruptly, met the gazes of the crowd, and said coldly, "Get out of the way, don't block the way."

He stood by the window with the picture book and turned his back, as if he wanted to keep out of sight. Some of those who were scolded by him couldn't hold back their faces, cut off their voices, and hummed: "What's so special, just keep it straight every day." His face is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, it's just an empty hou's mansion, who will show his aloofness?"

"That's right, don't pay attention to him, don't pay attention to him, let's continue, anyway, he always looks like that!"

Ji Wenjing's back moved, and he tightened his hand holding the album, but took a deep breath, and did not say a word, just continued to look down at the album.

After the "magnificent scene" passed, a pile of study books piled up on Luo Qiuchi's desk like a hill. Xie Ziyun leaned on the seat, crossed his legs, and sneered: "It's really spectacular, but it's a pity that old man Yuan can't let it go." Let's take a look, and see what kind of poor bastard he is, the leader of the unicorn he praised to the sky."

There was laughter all around, but Luo Qiuchi didn't change his expression. He just tidied up the books on the table until he raised his head and met Fu Yuanzhi's gaze. see clearly.

Luo Qiuchi understood, but smiled: "Why, Brother Fu, you want me to write it for you?"

Fu Yuanzhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked away, and was about to speak, when Sun Zuoyang saw this, he quickly pulled him up, "A Yuan, let's go out and have some wind, don't talk to this person anymore, and lower your status."

Fu Yuanzhi hesitated for a moment, but when he passed by Luo Qiuchi's desk, he stopped, using the pile of study books to block himself, bent down, stared into Luo Qiuchi's eyes, and said in a low voice:

"If you are willing to change to another stone thrower and stop looking for Wenren Junior Sister, I can help them so that they don't embarrass you anymore, and your life in the academy will be more stable from now on, what do you think?"

Luo Qiuchi was silent, chuckled, and shook his head: "Sure enough."

He hooked his fingers, and after Fu Yuanzhi got closer, he grabbed his eyes and said word by word: "This is very similar to your style of conduct, Mr. Fu."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Fu Yuanzhi looked into those clear eyes, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if he caught something in the flash, but it was fleeting, his lips moved, and he wanted to speak At the time, Luo Qiuchi had already smiled faintly:
"Unfortunately, I don't care too much, just save yourself, Fu Yuanzhi, do you really think that you are omnipotent and can do everything?"

(End of this chapter)