In front of the freshmen class of Qingxue Mansion.
Zhou Dagu adjusted his clothes: "Wang An, I'll go in by myself, and you'll wait in the small teahouse outside. There's a few pennies here. You can order a cup of tea and listen to the opera, and we'll go home with you after school!"
Their relationship is that of a young master and a book boy.
To be fair, Zhou Dagu has always regarded Wang An as his younger brother.
Wang An handed the basket in his arms to Zhou Dagu: "Then I'll go, Brother Gu!"
"Brother Dian doesn't know how to lie down and enjoy himself at home. This time it's my turn to feel comfortable!"
In Qingxue Mansion, Zhou Dagu's temporary courtyard.
A thin-faced scholar with an official look opened the door and entered the compound with a team of detectives: "Is Zhou Dagu from Cai County here?"
Zhou Youran thought of her brother's words. She stood in front of Xu Dian and shook her head: "Zhou Dagu went to school!"
The thin-faced scholar was Zhao Sihu. He slapped his head in frustration: "Oh! He's a little late! When did he go?"
"Just leave!"
"You just left? You shouldn't be naturalized in the school yet!" Zhao Sihu pointed at the two policemen behind him: "Watch these two people, the others will follow me to the mansion to study."
"Today, bandits are robbing students of their names. Come with me to hunt down the fugitives!"
This was their plan, to take advantage of Zhou Dagu's name before he was naturalized.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a deer or a horse!
In this Qingxue Mansion, it matters whether you are a deer or a horse!
As long as Zhou Dagu's mouth is blocked and he falls into their hands, there is no chance of survival.
The group of people quickly ran towards the mansion.
In the mansion school, at this time.
The clerk lowered his head and reported to Zhou Dagu: "Mr. Zhou, Professor Han is teaching in the freshman class of scholars. The professor invites you!"
Zhou Dagu nodded and followed him into the mansion.
Zhou Dagu entered the school, and a group of students gathered around him. They were much younger than Zhou Dagu.
Surrounding Zhou Dagu made him feel like a high school student entering a junior high school campus.
In fact, he is an underachiever who enters the juvenile genius class.
Qingxue Mansion is the capital of Xiangzhou. If you go to Kyoto, the aristocratic families there will pay more attention to Wenlu and will spend all their resources on students.
There was not only a thirteen-year-old scholar in Kyoto, but also a twelve-year-old scholar.
It's just that this kind of thing is unlikely to happen in Xiangzhou, a place where culture is lacking.
Zhou Dagu saluted the chubby scholar in front of him, raised his head and said, "This classmate, where is your husband?"
After Zhu Jinwen returned the gift, he smiled and said: "Sir, I heard you were coming and was anxious to see you. Who knew that there was a big hole in the clothes hanging on the corner of the table? He went to the back to mend the hole!"
Speaking of this, these naughty students did not mean to ridicule the old gentleman for being poor. It was obvious that they also respected the old gentleman.
Zhou Dagu nodded: "Thank you classmate, I will wait for you outside the door for a while!"
"Come in! This is our freshman class. The class is full of students who have just passed the scholar examination this year. If you go to school, you will definitely be in the same class as us!"
"I haven't got the permission from my husband yet, so I can't be considered a member of the freshmen class. I can't disturb your classmates' studies!"
"You, I heard that the people in Cai County are vulgar, and I have met a few warriors from Cai County. You don't look like a person from Cai County. Are you really Zhou Dagu? The Zhou Mingzhou who wrote Mingzhou poems? "
"He is not Zhou Mingzhou, he is a bandit roaming Fengming Mountain!" At the gate of the county school, the panting Zhao Sihu stood at the door and shouted, the golden light slowly dissipating from his body.
In order to come to study before Zhou Dagu was naturalized, he used a valuable talisman.
Zhu Xiucai stood up from the desk: "I've met Uncle Zhao!"
"Well! Junwen! Are you studying here? That's right. Go home and say hello to your father for me!" Zhao Sihu replied.
"Niu Ruxian has met Uncle Zhao!"
"Ruxian? Are you also admitted to the freshman class?"
Niu Ruxian blushed slightly and replied: "No, my father wants me to catch up with the Triennial Rites Examination this year and take the martial arts examination. He asked me to go to a private school and read more military books with my husband. !”
"It's good to read more! It's good to read more!"
Zhu Jinwen was also a first-rate figure in the freshmen class of our school. Standing in front of all the students, he took the lead and asked, "I don't know, what is Uncle Zhao's official business in coming to our school to study in the freshmen class?"
He is a Confucian scholar who entered the country, and his cultivation level is only at the fourth level and the first level. But thanks to the blessing of talent, his five senses are sensitive. How could he not hear what Zhao Sihu shouted when he entered the door.
The upper-class people are friendly on the surface, shouting uncles and nephews, but in their hearts, everyone wants someone to die.
Zhu Jinwen knew that Zhao Sihu and Zhou Dagu were in a lax situation, so he had no intention of interfering with it, but he liked the excitement, so he wanted to keep this matter out of the way so that he could watch the fun.
Zhao Sihu looked gloomy: "This Zhou Dagu is fake. Last night I heard that Zhou Dagu from Cai County came to the city to study."
"The soldiers guarding the city reported back at night. This Zhou Dagu was wearing bloody clothes when he entered the city, and several people behind him also had blood on them."
"Nephew of the Zhu family, your second uncle is the city gate official. You should have heard that the Lotus Sect people have started rioting again recently!"
"Last night, after I heard the news about Zhou Mingzhou, I couldn't sleep at night and sent military personnel to Fengming Valley to investigate!"
Zhao Sihu took a step forward. He didn't know the attitude of Zhu Niu and the two. The families behind these two people were all equally important families in Qingxue Mansion. Even Lu Tongpuan, who was behind him, did not dare to offend easily.
When recruiting people in the government school, he can only do it softly, not forcefully.
"Two virtuous nephews, fellow scholars, this morning the military household came to report that three corpses were found outside the city, one woman and two men. I received news that when Zhou Mingzhou set out from Cai County, it was one woman and two men!"
"The most important thing is that the man and the woman also have items that are suspected of being marked by the Lotus Sect!"
"The Lotus Sect is always ruthless in its actions. To deal with ordinary people, they have to dispatch two incoming warriors. If they had taken action, Zhou Mingzhou might have been killed long ago and there would be no chance of survival!"
Zhao Sihu stared at Zhou Dagu's back: "The master has been absent recently, and I have informed Lord Tongpan, in order not to disturb the holy land of masters!"
"This Mr. Zhou, no matter you are true or false, please come with me. If you feel no guilt, please go to the government office. If you are true or false, I will pay you back!"
Zhou Dagu shook his head: "Sir, I am a Confucian scholar who has entered the country. I have the talents of a saint. If I were a Lotus Cultist, I would not be able to enter the Holy Land of Fu Xue. There is no need to go to Fu Xue with you. If you have anything to ask, you can ask now. I, I won’t hide it!”
"The students even asked for information about the people behind those people. If you want to know, with so many people witnessing it, I can tell you directly!"
Niu Ruxian looked at Zhou Dagu with admiration. He just liked scholars with integrity, but over the years, he had seen too many boneless maggots with their heads down. He rarely had a good impression of scholars!
I don’t like coming to the government to study.
The sound of running sounded behind Zhao Sihu, and more than a dozen detectives appeared behind him.
He straightened his back and said with a proud look on his face: "We, the scholars, respect people with poetic talents the most. This matter concerns Zhou Mingzhou, the little poet saint of Xiangzhou. This matter cannot be faked!"
"This matter is also related to a cult like the Lotus Sect. No one else can interfere. Today, if you are willing, I will ask you to go to the government office. If you don't want to go, you don't want me to chain you!"
The policemen stepped forward and surrounded Zhou Dagu.
The small courtyard was full of scholars.
When they heard Zhao Sihu's words, they did not dare to step forward. If this was really Zhou Dagu, they would definitely show their literati character and step forward to protect the little poet saint of Xiangzhou.
But what if!
What should we do if it is really a fake Lotus Sect?
