Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Thirteen, Yingying a Water Room 3

From then on, every month when I received the report from Qianbishan, I could also receive a letter from Xiangyi, talking about small daily things.

For example, it was snowing today, Qing Huijun built a snowman, and it was fun to use carrots as noses; today it was cold, Qing Huijun went to the river to break the ice and caught a few fish, and cooked the fish soup It is extremely delicious; today the plum blossoms are blooming, Qing Huijun led everyone to roast venison under the plum tree, and they were very happy to drink and play and sing; it is spring, Qing Huijun picked a peach blossom with his own hands... and so on are all reported Those who can't write, but in Xiangyi's pen, they report solemnly, and the words are childish and straightforward, which often makes people smile knowingly.

The days are slowly passed by the busy government affairs and the report of Qianbi Mountain.

In April of the sixth year of Yuanding, Xiangyi's letter arrived as scheduled. In the past six months, Feng Duying has developed the habit of reading the letter first and then the report, and this time he opened the letter first as well.

After more than half a year of practice, Xiangyi's handwriting has become more and more neat and delicate, and it is no longer the same as the childishness at the beginning.

Respectfully, King of Wind:

In the letter I wrote to you last month, the servant girl told you that the flute music played by Qing Huijun was so good that it attracted many birds. Great thing.

Since the beginning of spring, Mr. Qinghui has been going for a walk in the mountains sooner or later. Sometimes he would visit the villages and towns below the mountain when he was interested.

After eating breakfast yesterday, Mr. Qinghui packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said that he was going to paint the camellia plant on the roadside at the foot of the mountain. It had grown buds two days ago, and it should have bloomed in these two days. That is the famous "Xuejiao" tea, which is really rare.

The maidservant and Mr. Zhao accompanied him down the mountain. On the way, he passed an academy... Oh, by the way, there is a "Bishan Academy" on the side of Qianbi Mountain. Do you know Fengwang? Sometimes, when the students in the academy read in unison, the loud voice can be heard up and down the mountain.

Passing by the academy this time, I saw a boy about twelve years old kneeling on the bluestone ground in front of the academy, straightened his waist, and kept looking at the closed gate of the academy.

When Qing Huijun saw it, he walked over and asked why the boy was kneeling, was he punished by his husband for not being able to recite the book?

The young man turned his head when he heard Qing Huijun's words, and said that he was not a student of the academy, but wanted to study in the academy, but the gentleman in the academy refused to accept him, so he knelt here, wanting to impress the gentleman with sincerity, Allow him to study in the hospital.

When Qing Huijun heard this, he looked at the young man. Although the young man had a lot of patches on his clothes, he had washed them clean, and his hair was neatly tied in a cloth towel. After looking at him, he asked him why the masters in the academy refused to accept him?

The boy lowered his head, and after a while he said softly: "Because I come from a humble background, I am the **** in Fireworks Lane."

Qing Huijun raised his eyebrows and ordered his servants to knock on the door of the academy, but the servants knocked many times, but no one answered the door in the academy. So Qing Huijun waved his hand and said, "Director, kick the door!"

Director Zhao is a person who has practiced kung fu, so he kicked half of the door of the academy away as soon as he stepped down, "Bang!" There was a loud noise, which startled the people in the academy. After a while, many people ran out, some old and some young, the oldest had gray hair and beard, and the youngest was only eight or nine years old, all of them were men, not a single woman.

Those people were a little surprised when they saw us, and one of them, an old man with a goatee, was blowing his beard and staring at us, but when he saw Mr. Qing Hui, his expression changed again, and he bowed his head. Gong made a salute and said, "Ask this young master, why did your gentleman kick down the gate of my academy."

Qing Huijun also arched his hands, with a smile on his face, and said: "Because I knocked on the door for a long time, I clearly heard someone's voice inside, but no one answered the door. It must be a ghost. I live here. How can we let some demons and ghosts pollute Qianbi Lingshan under the blue sky and white sun, so we have to break through the door to find out."

Hahahaha... The servant girl couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard Qing Huijun's words. The people on the opposite side couldn't hold back their faces and stared at the servant girl.

The old man with the goatee was also angry and stunned, and he was wronged, so he had no words to refute, so he had to say: "Please tell me, my lord, what's the point of knocking on the door?"

Qing Huijun pointed to the young man kneeling on the ground, and said, "I see that this young man is sincerely interested in learning, why does your academy reject him?"

The goatee old man glanced at the young man, and said: "He is the son of a prostitute, with a filthy background, and the academy is a place for innocent students to learn. How can we take in such a lowly person."

When the young man heard that, his head was almost buried in his chest, and the servants were a little angry, but Qing Huijun looked at the goatee old man with a smile on his face, and said, "Oh? This young man's mother is a prostitute. Since you are inferior by birth, then may I ask what kind of family you came from?"

The old man with the goatee shook his head and shook his head when he heard the words. The servants were so dizzy that they couldn't remember a single one.

When the old man finished speaking, Qing Huijun nodded again and again, and said: "It turns out that Mr. has such an extraordinary background, it is because of his poor eyesight. May I ask Mr.'s name?"

The old man with goatee stroked his goatee, with a complacent expression on his face, "My surname is Qu, and my name is taboo Shangqingxiacheng."

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Qu." Qing Huijun nodded slightly, "I just have something unclear, so I need to ask you."

"Please speak." The old man with the goatee said calmly.

"Since your origin is so extraordinary, why is it that you are no more than a villager in the mountains and fields, and have no talents, fame and virtuous deeds to show in the world?" Qing Huijun asked slowly, every word made everyone present Everyone could hear clearly, "I have traveled all over the world these years, but I have never heard of Mr. Qu's name."

Hahaha... The servant girl died laughing at that time.

As soon as Qing Huijun finished speaking, the old man with the goatee blushed and stared at Qing Huijun, so annoyed and ashamed that he couldn't speak.

Qing Huijun went on to say: "Everyone in Dadong knows that the current emperor and seven kings had hardships when they were young, and they used to beg for a living. According to your theory, these beggars and prostitutes are all lowly people, sir. But it is a thousand times more noble than the emperor and the seven kings."

As soon as these words came out, the old man with the goatee who was still so proud just now said "Putting!" He knelt down, kowtowed towards the northeast, and said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, this old man will never think so! Your Majesty forgive me Your Majesty, forgive me!" I paid several obeisances before turning to look at Qing Huijun, and said, "Young Master, please don't say that again, otherwise the old man will not be able to avenge his crime even if he dies!"

Qing Huijun waved his hand and said, "Sir, why are you so afraid? The emperor and the seven kings can't hear you."

The old man with the goatee went straight to the northeast and bowed again and again, saying: "This is disrespectful! We scholars, how can we be disrespectful to your majesty and the kings!"

"Oh, it turns out that Mister is a well-learned man." Qing Huijun smiled, "Then there is still one thing I don't understand, I need to ask Mister. In terms of Mister's background with the Emperor and the Seven Kings, Mister is a hundred times better than them. But today, compared with today's emperors, who is famous in the world? Who benefits the world? Who has made great achievements for thousands of years?"

The old man with the goatee looked at Mr. Qing Hui and was speechless.

Qing Huijun said again: "Mr. Xiang wants to educate his sons. He must be familiar with the books of the sages. Have you forgotten that the sages once said that there is no distinction between education"? Although this young man's mother is a prostitute, he is young. The lotus comes out of the mud and is not stained. It is commendable to be dedicated to learning, but you reject it. Such a narrow-minded person, how can he be a teacher?"

Hearing this, the goatee old man was already ashamed and did not dare to look up.

Qing Huijun continued: "The current emperor came from a humble background, but Mr. Yu Yantian never underestimated him, so he taught eight geniuses who are famous all over the world. These eight people who were once insignificant, after learning civil and military skills, went to war. The world, end the troubled times, restore peace to this land that has been in turmoil for a hundred years, and let the people who have suffered through hardships live a healthy life. They created today's Dadong Dynasty and became the ruler of the world. How glorious!"

Feng Wang, you didn't see Qing Huijun that day. The slaves saw him standing with his hands behind his back, talking loudly and vigorously, really like... well, like those outspoken knights in the book, no, More chic than a chivalrous man!

When the old man with the goatee heard this, he immediately covered his face and shouted: "I'm so ashamed!" Then he bowed to the group of people behind him and bowed to salute, "I don't have the face to be the leader of this mountain anymore, so farewell to you now!" Go!" After saying that, he really covered his face with his sleeve, and went straight down the mountain, no matter how much those people shouted, he didn't respond, and he disappeared after a while.

Qing Huijun watched him leave, but just smiled lightly.

The group of people looked at each other for a while, and then an old man with hair and beard as white as snow came out, saluted Lord Hui, and said: "Listening to what you say is better than reading for ten years. Today, the head of the mountain has gone. As the oldest person in the academy, I will be the master and accept this son to study in the academy."

Hahaha...Feng Wang, they really left that boy behind, Qing Huijun is so powerful, just a few words shocked all those people. Alas, it's a pity that Feng Wang didn't see the scene that day. If the slaves can draw, they will show Feng Wang. Well, Qing Huijun’s paintings are also very beautiful. The camellias he painted yesterday looked like they were alive. Unfortunately, halfway through the painting, Qing Huijun suddenly stopped painting for some reason, and kept frowning, as if Very unhappy. Alas, he obviously helped the young man, and even swept away the arrogance of the rotten old man. The servants were relieved to see it, but why was he unhappy? And it's a pity that I didn't draw half of the camellia painting. However, the servant girl will learn from Lord Qing Hui when she turns back, and when she learns how to draw, she will show King Feng the picture of Lord Qing Hui that day!

This is what I want to report to King Feng today. I wish King Feng well.

Slave Xiangyi kneels and presents

After the letter was written, a sentence was added at the end, "Feng Wang, it turns out that Qing Huijun looks younger than a servant girl when he smiles!"

Feng Duying finished reading the letter, fixed his eyes on the last sentence, smiled silently after a while, put the letter on the desk, and looked outside the hall.

Although she has never read the old style of the academy and talked about the high-spirited Jiu Yao, but she has seen Gu Yunyuan in the Golden Palace back then who was provocative and scolded Fang Qiu. As for the subsequent unhappiness, she could probably guess that he was angry at himself for praising his enemy in front of others. Thinking of this, he sighed slightly.