Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 398 Scholars

  When I came to Qingya Linzi Courtyard, it was much vacant than usual.

  Academy students take a bath on five days, today is the time to take a break.

  But it is not clean.

   Jiang Wang was still outside the hospital, he heard the old dean’s heartbroken voice: "Withdraw, how can you withdraw?"

  Then Xu Xiangqian's righteous voice: "This is the bundle repair that he deserves for his late birth. It's just a little earlier. How can I not withdraw it?"

  Bound repairers, dried meat too. Generally used to refer to the teacher's remuneration.

  The old dean’s voice trembled, probably annoyed: "It's unreasonable! You have all been withdrawn thirty years later!"

"Do you doubt my loyalty to the academy? Wouldn't I stay in the academy for the rest of my life? Or, do you think I will not live for thirty years? You curse me-such a handsome young man? "

   "Go and go, Hugh will bother me!"

   "Oh Dean, your attitude is really insulting to gentleness."

  "What is gentleman?"

   "Sven is just... around me? You can tell me or not!"

  Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment, but walked in.

   was hearing the old dean asking: "Did you see the door over there clearly? What format?"

  Xu Xiang yanked his sleeves and didn't let go: "Dean, are you dim-eyed? That's a wall."

   "Isn't this anymore?" The old dean sneered, and threw his hand away Xu Xiangqian: "No way!"

   "Wow, you!" Xu Xiangqian pointed to his back and said, "When I write poems to attack you and make you discredited, don't say I was unpredictable!"

  Writing criticism is a fairly mainstream way among literati. All kinds of styles are not limited to poems and songs.

   is generally more serious and often requires careful treatment.

  For example, the sentence of Moya, the great scholar of Qingya: "Resist the lingering wealth and prosperity, and donate to the unknown generals."

  Almost nailed Jinghai to the pillar of shame, and Qi State itself is not a good reputation-and therefore, it is rarely recited in Qi State.

   But for Xu Xiangqian and other literati threats of great weight, the old dean only responded with a cold snort, and ignored him completely, completely indifferent.

   "Ah!"

  Xu Xiang's forehead strained with dry anger, feeling that his talent has been greatly despised.

  Turned his head and saw Jiang Wang, his eyes lit up.

  Today Jiang Wang wore a pure white shirt. His appearance is partial and delicate, and the complexion is very good, very white. The sweater often worn by scribes is surprisingly suitable.

   "Brother Jiang, who is today, can be called the double arrogance of chasing horses and mountains with me!"

  Gama Mountain is the cemetery he chose for Xu Fang...

  Jiang Wang didn’t want to call Chamashan together with his high forehead, and said haha, “When shall we leave?”

  Speaking of which, Xu Xianggan went out to accept Xu Fang, which might be mixed with the consideration of Qingya Academy, but mainly helped Jiang Wang to solve this knot. This point has not been stated clearly, but it is in the hearts of both parties.

   "When the coffin on the side of Funeral Street is ready, you can leave."

  Xu Xiangqian said casually, and asked a little bit angrily: “Why is it so difficult to pre-pivot beam repair? Brother Jiang, tell me, does Dean Liu look down on me?”

  Jiang Wang declined to comment.

   These prominent streams of Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism and Buddhism are not the same as ordinary sects. The disciples are not all devoted to the practice. A large part of the people are eager to learn and study the scriptures, instead of thinking about the transcendence of cultivation. Of course, there are really examples that can read through the classics, and there are no lack of one-step ascendancy.

  Although Dean Liu seems to be just an ordinary dean of another academy, but who knows if there is any complicated relationship in this academy of Qingya Academy.

  And for this so-called "old-fashioned", he actually has respect.

   But having said that, Xu Xiangqian wanted to pre-stretch and repair, obviously also to collect the bones of Xu Fang. Jiang Wang couldn't pay the money, and Chong Xuan Sheng would not come forward.

  This kind of thing, he is inconvenient to find others to rub. Otherwise, with the unrestrained energy of scholar Lao Xu, there is not much need to consider money.

  He only holds an ordinary teaching position in another hospital, and there are not many training courses.

  As an extraordinary powerhouse, Qingya Academy will not be short of his daily expenses, but he spends a lot of time in the four famous museums all the year round.

  No matter how well-known Qingya Academy is in the world, it is impossible for them to support their sons in the same way as those big families. Therefore, Xu Xiangqian always rubbed his friends when he didn't join hands. That's how the reputation of "no dime and a lot of money" came out.

   "Cough." Jiang Wang thought for a while: "Money matters..."

   "You don't have to worry about this." Xu Xiang waved his hand: "I'll settle it easily."

  If Jiang Wang is really going to make money to deal with Xu Fang’s funeral, then there is no point in Xu Xiang coming forward.

  Jiang Wang didn't say much, after all, this level of money would not be too difficult for the extraordinary powerhouse.

   Before leaving the college, Xu Xiangqian thought for a while. He still felt unable to swallow this breath. He ran back to the courtyard and took an inkstone.

   just stood in front of the courtyard wall and started to meditate motionlessly.

  Jiang Wang didn't know what he was thinking, and he was not good at expressing his attitude, so he could only watch him dryly.

  For a long time, Xu Xianggan's eyes flashed brightly, and when he pressed one hand on the inkstone, he grinds out the ink with the right intensity.

   Then he pulled his hand out to draw out the ink, using his finger as a pen to write on the wall of Qingya Courtyard!

  Question: Question Qingya Courtyard.

  The poem says:

  A Dean of the ancients.

  A smoky courtyard.

  I have not eaten this meal,

How can the phoenix live in the grass nest!

   After writing, he was very proud, looked at Jiang Wang and said, "How?"

   Still bearing his favor, Jiang Wang said: "The ink is well polished! The poems are very neatly written!"

  No, it’s all seven words in one sentence, neat and tidy, and pleasing to the eye.

  Xu Xiangqian was very satisfied, and casually threw the inkstone into the flowers in the corner: "Go!"

  Jiang Wang ran with his legs.

  ……

  Leave far away from the college.

  Xu Xiangqian suddenly sighed again: "Oh."

   "What's wrong with Brother Xu?" Jiang Wang really supported him today. Because Xu Xiangqian came forward to help him enshrine Xu Fang, which is regarded as helping him.

Xu Xianggan sighed, "Although Dean Liu is a bit stubborn, he is actually not bad. I wrote the quatrains today and will sing it in the world. Wouldn't it ruin his reputation? Or... I'll go back and wipe it. !"

   Jiang Wang thought for a while, and replied cautiously: "I don't think it is necessary..."

   "Of course, I am not saying that the poems you write have no such influence, let alone that your poems are not well written. I also lack the ability to appreciate poems. I mean..."

   "A scholar who is clear is self-cleaning, and he is not afraid of shadows. The character of Dean Liu is not determined by one or two poems."

   Jiang Wang added as he thought about it: "Besides, he should have seen your inscribed poem at this time. Keep it and let the old dean decide for himself. Let’s go back at this time, in case of a collision..."

  I don't know which point persuaded Xu Xiangqian.

   In short, he said, he finally dispelled his urge to go back and hit the tip of the knife.

  The two went straight to the next goal-Xiaolianqiao Lao Zhang's Coffin Shop.

  (End of this chapter)