Chapter 392: The 90th battle between Zhulu Mountain, Fengnian of Shangyin Palace
Yangjiao Ya’er looked at the lawless disciple, sat directly beside Sister Yu, and smiled at herself, “This female hero with fierce boxing skills and unparalleled legs, please let me say a few words to your sister, can it be okay?”
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, leaving Yu Youwei’s warm arms, waved her little hand hard, like a general waving Fangqiu, jumping out of the pavilion, “It’s right.”
Leaving the pavilion, a bunch of small heads gathered together and whispered. Even the child who was swept the floor by the little hero, didn’t hold a grudge, ran over and squatted together. Seeing her angry, she pretended to be stupid and laughed. Yangjiao Ya’er snorted coldly and turned her head, and smiled slightly on her lips.
A little girl who regarded Qi Shence as a grown-up and insisted on him timidly: “Who is that guy? Why is that rude? Master Qi must not be as polite as him. Otherwise, with Master Qi’s sword skills, he would be able to pull him to the Buddha’s palm lake with one sword.”
Yangjiao Yaer rolled her eyes and taught her a lesson: “Didn’t you hear Sister Yu say that Qi Shence is bringing his own humiliation by himself, you little fool, you have told you that Qi Shence is an embroidered pillow, why do you like him to write his poems, which are things that are advocated by friends of the fox. Everyone commented that Xu on the edge of the Lotus Lake was worthless.”
The little girl was angry, but she didn’t dare to refute.
Yangjiao, who seemed to have been old in the world, said, “Although that Baitou has a big grudge with me, I will be beaten by me one day, but I am still very convinced now. He said he would not care about Qi’s family, rather than Qi Shence. Listen, he is so manly!”
A silly little fat man wondered, “Isn’t it all the same?”
“Your father is so knowledgeable, why did you give birth to you, a stupid goose who knows how to steal food all day long.” The old-fashioned Yangjiao crushed her punch, and the little fat man sat in the snow with his butt, his eyes were wet, and he wanted to cry but didn’t dare to cry.
After being bored for a long time, the little fat man cried and said, “I have written poetry this year!”
In the ancient style and style of Shangyin Academy, if these children of great scholars and literary masters could not write a few poems before they were ten years old, they would be laughed at.
Yangjiao Ya’er curled her lips and said, “It’s not a mess, it’s also called poetry.”
Little fat dun jogged home with tears and went to cry to her parents.
Yangjiao Yaer sneered and said, “Look, you’re a guy with Qi Shence. He can’t fight or fight, so he likes to find elders to help rescue soldiers.”
The other children looked at each other and had nothing to say.
In the pavilion.
Yu Youwei looked at him and didn’t say anything.
After the farewell of Chunshen Lake, Xu Fengnian took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and handed it to everyone who was a teacher in Shangyin Academy.The first sentence of the Eight Classics was extremely disgusting. “There is an old Confucian scholar named Liu Wenbao in Shangyin Academy. He gave me some names. Do you see if you are familiar with me? I don’t trust Liu Wenbao’s comments very much. If there is, tell me. If you talk to Liu Wenbao, then I will follow the map to find these people. Whether it is a thousand-mile horse or a hundred-mile donkey and ten-mile dog, I will go to Beiliang first. However, since Liu Wenbao ordered their generals, they were probably depressed and unsuccessful people with some ink knowledge, and they were happy to go to Beiliang to get an official. If you can’t help but lose your face, it doesn’t matter. I’ll come to the door later.”
Yu Youwei asked plainly, “It’s over.”
Xu Fengnian nodded.
She turned her head and said coldly: “The Prince can leave.”
Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, said the word “good”, and gently got up and walked out of the pavilion.
Feixue presses her shoulders, but she is not as white as her head.
There is a stele forest in Shangyin Academy that records the merits of ancestors and sages. Do not treat it inappropriately. Only Mr. Ji Shang can enter. Xu Fengnian studied the geography map of the Academy and was familiar with it. He thought he would be blocked along the way and had to make some twists and turns. But when he entered the stele forest, the world was lonely and the snow was left. His footprints left a bunch of small pits on the snow, and then were covered with continuous snow. He went to the Lianhu Building where his second sister studied and lived. He sat for a while, but no one came forward to point fingers.