Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 313: What a shame! Honorable and humble!

"Oh, the pit of the martial arts institute... No, the matter of the martial arts institute is finally settled." Chen Luo stretched his waist and opened his mouth, and immediately Luo Hongnu sent a sliced ​​honeydew melon into the Chen Luo's mouth.

Luo Hongnu chuckled: "Master Hou, you are relieved, you threw all the rules of the martial arts academy to Sister Yun, and I haven't seen Sister Yun for the past two days."

Chen Luo sighed: "Isn't Wen Xiang and the principals of several major academies in Zhongjing here? This coolie is not for nothing. Sister Six has to read them one by one, and I can't persuade them."

"Isn't that watching for you, Lord Hou? You are not satisfied with all your luck." Luo Hongnu handed Chen Luo another cup of tea, and then said, "Master Hou, "The Story of the West Chamber" It has been rehearsed and can start at any time.”

"Yeah!" Chen Luo nodded. This time the martial arts institute was opened, and all the great family scholars who supported him in opening the port of Leya City last time came. Chen Luo planned to take advantage of the pre-sale "The Story of the West Chamber". things are resolved together.

"Speaking of which, have you taught all the Xiaoqu you taught me before?" Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked Luo Hongnu, who smiled and said, "How could the Marquis's instructions to Hongnu be possible? Forget. It has already been arranged to teach, and now Mr. Nan and the others are singing every day, and the people who can sing in the city are almost catching up with "The Concubine"."

"Well, that's good..." Chen Luo lay down again, opened his mouth, Luo Hongnu put the freshly peeled pulp into Chen Luo's mouth.

……

"Mr. Nan, please sing the ditty you sang yesterday!"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Nan, let's sing some more!"

Nan Yuanxi, who had just finished speaking a paragraph of "Tianlong Babu", had a look of embarrassment on his face, and cupped his hands: "Everyone, my throat is uncomfortable today, and it's not suitable for such a tune, it's really..."

Speaking of this, Nan Yuanxi slapped the Xingmu in his hand and opened his mouth to sing——

"A bright moon shines on the west wing!"

"Twenty-eight beauties Yingying Hongniang!"

"Three invite Zhang Sheng to the banquet!"

"Look around and no one jumps the powder wall!"

……

The two great scholars, Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong, were sitting in the flower pavilion of the guard house, listening to the tune hummed by Nan Yuanxi in the morning tea house in the distance with their ears. They beat the beat on their legs with their hands, and hummed softly. Sing.

"My sister embroidered sachets in the room, and embroidered all kinds of people from the west wing."

"Miss Cui is embroidered on this side, and Zhang Xiucai is embroidered on the other side."

Jin Helan shook his head, took a sip from the teacup, and sighed, "Brother Zhu, why do I always think this song fits my heart?"

"It seems that if this little song also has a business, I am also a member of this business!"

Zhu Hesong was surprised and looked at Jin Helan: "Brother Jin, you...how do you feel exactly the same as me!"

The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads slightly: "It's strange...weird..."

After a long while, Jin Helan suddenly said: "By the way, why don't I have tickets for the premiere! This is not good! I have to talk to Qin Zhenshou."

Zhu Hesong hurriedly grabbed Jin Helan: "I'm irritable...you and I are already the guards of Dongcang City, no need for a theater ticket! You can go anytime with an identity token!"

"Oh, is it? What's going on?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. If you can beat me out..."

Jin Helan: (``)

……

Du Qizhong returned to the residence arranged by the guard house alone, and the power of the family and the world was exerted to completely cover the room.

Only then did Du Qizhong put away the smile on his face and let go of the disguise for the past two days.

He doesn't like Dongcang, he hates seeing the smiling faces on those people's faces.

Delicious food everywhere, everyone dressed in brocade, singing and laughing.

Luxurious and light-hearted!

Children dare to argue with their parents!

The apprentice can tell the truth from the teacher!

The first son and the concubine are treated as usual!

Everyone can openly comment on the affairs of the world, discuss the Master and the Great Confucian!

Like what words! What a system!

What a holy place, what a place of enlightenment!

What's the etiquette! Where is the honor!

Du Qizhong was angry in his heart. He saw with his own eyes that a sturdy wife was chasing and beating her husband. The husband just smiled, stood and let his wife scold him, and passersby laughed.

He saw with his own eyes young men and women walking side by side, laughing like flowers. The people around them are ignorant.

He saw with his own eyes the woman stopped the handsome warrior and expressed his love. A group of young warriors roared.

A husband is a wife! Does anyone here know?

A man and a woman don't give and receive! Does no one here understand?

What a shameless city!

This kind of city should be slapped on the map and wiped out!

Du Qizhong sneered, everyone is like a dragon?

If everyone is like a dragon, where are the superiors and inferiors? Simply ridiculous.

Du Qizhong frowned when he heard the voice of a woman in the Grand Theater shouting from outside the window. He waved his hand and closed the window, isolating the crisp sound.

Everyone thinks that Du Qizhong is the "Analects of Confucius", but everyone knows that he is studying Neo-Confucianism.

Study of Fang Li!

This time, I'm here to explore the way!

Du Qizhong glanced at the movie ticket of "The Story of the West Chamber" in his hand, "A lover will finally be married? What do you need to do with the words of your parents' matchmaker?"

"It's just disobedience!"

"The old man will stay for one more day to see how crazy you are!"

……

East Cangwu Academy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Dongcang Martial Arts Academy feels more imposing than our Zheliu Academy!" Kong Tianfang looked at the martial arts information Yun Siyao handed him with a jealous expression.

"Look, look, there are only three secret realms! There are also flesh and blood suppression!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Chief Instructor of the Martial Arts Academy is actually a First-Rank Mist!"

"Huh? Scholarship? What is this?"

"Daomen Scholarship, City Lord's Mansion Scholarship, eh? Jinguagua Scholarship? Huh? Wen Xiang, when did Wuyuan have Confucianism Scholarship?"

"My Zheliu Academy doesn't have any scholarships! Wenchang Pavilion wants to give me an explanation!"

Yan Baichuan glared at Kong Tianfang, wanting to cheat the budget from me? no way!

Won't Wenchang Pavilion bring some incense to Dongcangwuyuan? Don't you see how generous Daomen is?

The avenues of practice have begun to turn inward!

Yun Siyao smiled lightly: "The head of the Confucius Institute, the Wu Institute also lacks a head!"

Kong Tianfang instantly became interested: "Really? But I am a great Confucian scholar..."

"My younger brother said that the martial arts academy is the world's martial arts institute. Could it be that there is a great Confucian academy, the first martial arts institute, that doesn't practice martial arts and revises the text?"

Kong Tianfang nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at Yan Baichuan, Yan Baichuan sighed: "Go back and talk about it."

After finishing speaking, Yan Baichuan looked at Yun Siyao again and said helplessly: "Xiao Yaoer, this old man also watched you grow up, so you are half a senior, so don't embarrass the old man. In this way, the investment of Wenchang Pavilion will be more Plus 30%, how!"

Only then did Yun Siyao nodded in satisfaction, and was about to continue the next topic when she suddenly frowned slightly, turning her head to look in one direction.

"What's wrong?" Kong Tianfang asked.

Yun Siyao snorted softly: "I sensed a rotten smell...Nothing, let's continue."

"The matter will be dealt with during the day, and I will not disturb the seniors watching the play at night!"

Kong Tianfang stroked his beard: "Yeah! If it wasn't for this drama, how could this old man come to be this white worker!"

All the Confucians in the audience laughed.

……

As night falls, the Dongcang Theater is brilliantly lit.

"The Story of Cui Yingying Waiting for the Moon in the West Chamber", good show, opening!