Red Heart Survey

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

Academy students take a bath every five days, and today is the time to take a bath.

But it's not clean either.

Jiang Wang was still outside the courtyard when he heard the distressed voice of the old dean: "Withdraw, why withdraw again?"

Then came Xu Xiangqian's upright voice: "This is Shu Xiu, who was born late. It's just a little earlier, why can't I withdraw it?"

Bundle of practitioners, also dried meat. Generally used to refer to the teacher's remuneration.

The old dean's voice trembled, probably out of anger: "It's unreasonable! You've been withdrawing money for thirty years!"

"Do you doubt my loyalty to the academy? Don't I want to stay in the academy for the rest of my life? Or, do you think I won't live for thirty years? You curse me—such a good young man in his prime? "

"As you go, don't mess around with me!"

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

"What is Sven?"

"Sven is...why do you want to hang out with me? Just say whether you will give it or not!"

Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment, then walked in.

I heard the old dean asking: "Have you seen the door over there clearly? What kind of system is it?"

Xu Xiang grabbed his sleeve and did not let go: "Dean, are you old and blind? That's a wall."

"That's it?" The old dean sneered, and shook Xu Xianggan away with a wave of his hand: "No way!"

"Wow you!" Xu Xiangqian pointed at his back and said, "When I write poems to criticize you and ruin your reputation, don't say that I didn't predict it!"

Writing criticism is a fairly mainstream way among literati. Regardless of the style of poetry and poetry.

Generally speaking, it is more serious and often needs to be treated with caution.

For example, Mo Ya, the great scholar of Qingya, said: "Death to death is lingering and rich, and you will donate your body to the country's unknown general."

Almost nailing Jinghai on the pillar of shame is not a good reputation for Qi State itself-so few people in Qi State recite it.

But for Xu Xianggan's serious threat in the literati world, the old dean only responded with a cold snort, and ignored it, completely indifferent.

"Ahhh!"

Xu Xianggan was so angry that his forehead tensed up, feeling that his talent had been greatly disdained.

Turning to see Jiang Wang, his eyes lit up.

Jiang Wang wore a pure white shirt today. His appearance is originally delicate and delicate, and his complexion is very good, which matches the white. This blouse, which scribes often wear, is unexpectedly suitable.

"Brother Jiang, with his body today, can be called the double pride of driving Mashan with me!"

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

Jiang Wang didn't want to call Gao Mashan together, so he laughed and said, "When shall we set off?"

Speaking of it, Xu Xiangqian went out to collect Xu Fang, which may have been mixed with Qingya Academy's considerations, but the main thing was to help Jiang Wang solve this knot. This point is not stated clearly, both parties are in their hearts.

"You can leave when the coffin on Baishi Street is ready."

Xu Xianggan said casually, and then asked a little aggrievedly: "Why is it so difficult to advance the repair? Brother Jiang, tell me, does Dean Liu look down on me?"

Jiang Wang declined to comment.

Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism are not the same as ordinary sects. Not all the disciples are devoted to cultivation, there are a large number of people who are poor in their knowledge, only devote themselves to learning, bury their heads in the classics, and don't think about the extraordinary in cultivation. Of course, there are those who can read the classics thoroughly, and there are also examples of reaching the sky in one step.

Although Old Dean Liu seems to be just an ordinary dean of another courtyard, who knows if there is any intricate relationship in Qingya Academy's main courtyard.

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

But having said that, Xu Xiangqian wanted to pay Shuxiu in advance, obviously also to collect Xu Fang's bones. Jiang Wang can't pay this money, and Chong Xuansheng won't even come forward.

It's not convenient for him to find someone else to do this kind of thing. Otherwise, with the unrestrained vigor of the scholar Lao Xu in the past, there is not much need to consider money.

He only holds an ordinary teaching position in other colleges, and there are not many Shu Xiu.

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

No matter how famous Qingya Academy is in the world, it is impossible for them to support their sons like those big aristocratic families. That's why Xu Xiangqian would always gossip with his friends when he didn't get along well—that's how the reputation of "Xu Gaoda, who doesn't pull out a dime", came out.

"Cough." Jiang Wang thought for a while: "The matter of money..."

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

If Jiang Wang really wanted to make trouble to pay for Xu Fang's funeral, then it would be pointless for Xu Xiang to come forward.

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

Before leaving the academy, Xu Xianggan thought about it, but still felt that he couldn't swallow his breath, so he ran back to the academy and took an inkstone.

Standing in front of the courtyard wall, he began to meditate without moving.

Jiang Wang didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't express his opinion, so he could only watch dryly from the side.

After a long time, Xu Xianggan's eyes flashed, and he pressed the inkstone with one hand, and the ink of suitable thickness was ground out.

Then he pulled his hand out to draw out the ink, and using his finger as a pen, he wrote vigorously on the wall of Qingya Bieyuan!

The title said: Title Qingya Bieyuan.

The poem says:

A dean who has never changed from ancient times.

A different hospital with smoky atmosphere.

Have you eaten this meal?

How can a grass nest live in a Phoenix!

After writing, he was full of ambition, looked at Jiang Wang and said, "How?"

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

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

Xu Xiangqian was very satisfied, and threw the inkstone into the flowers in the corner: "Let's go!"

Jiang Wang followed and ran away.

...

Far away from the academy.

Xu Xianggan suddenly sighed again: "Oh."

"What's the matter, Brother Xu?" Jiang Wang was really cheering today. Because Xu Xianggan helped to collect Xu Fang, he was helping him.

Xu Xianggan sighed: "Old Dean Liu's character is a bit stubborn, but he is not a bad person. I wrote a quatrain today, and it will be sung all over the world in the future. Wouldn't it ruin his reputation? Or... I'd better go back and wipe it. !"

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

"Of course, I'm not saying that your poems don't have that influence, let alone that your poems are not well written. I also lack the ability to appreciate poems. What I mean is..."

"Students who are clear are self-cleaning, and they are not afraid of the shadow. The character of the old dean Liu cannot be determined by one or two poems."

Jiang Wang thought and added: "Besides, he should have seen your inscription at this time. Let the old dean decide whether to keep it or not. Let's go back at this time, in case we bump into each other..."

I don't know which point convinced Xu Xiangqian.

In short, it was good to say, and he finally dispelled his urge to go back and hit the knife point now.

The two went straight to the next target - Lao Zhang's coffin shop in Xiao Lianqiao.