Anxiang Academy is located in Meihua Ridge in Yunmeng City, surrounded by ten miles of plum blossoms.
The weather is warm at this time, and the plum blossoms outside the academy are in bloom, with bright red dots everywhere and a fragrant fragrance.
Miss Qin looked at the plum blossoms all over the mountains and plains, put down the book in her hand, walked out of the carriage, went to a plum tree, picked a plum blossom, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.
Jiang Han looked at this beautiful scene and regretted not having a camera.
"I'll admire the flowers here. You can go in and send the invitations yourself!" Qin Muqing raised his head and said.
"Well, then I'm going in~"
Jiang Han stepped into Anxiang Academy.
It was time for the class to be held, and a few students walked out of Anxiang Academy.
Among them, a Confucian scholar wearing a concubine's uniform came out. He looked up and saw Jiang Han. He was startled for a moment, then slightly changed his expression and said, "Jiang Han! Didn't I warn you not to come before? Why are you still here!"
Jiang Han was stunned. When he saw this person, information about this person came to mind: Zhen Zhiming, the master of Anxiang Academy, had taught the original person before, but was expelled by Zhen Zhiming because the original person was too stupid.
I still remember the scene very clearly in my mind:
Master Zhen held a ruler in his hand, with an angry look on his face, and cursed: "How can I have a student as stupid as a pig like you? Even a fool like you wants to take the exam! You can study all your life and never get ahead." ! Get out of my school, you are not allowed to come back!"
There were students nearby who couldn't help but laugh at him.
The original person left Anxiang Academy with a forced smile, and did not step into Anxiang Academy for several years.
This incident became a thorn in Yuan's heart and a shame.
Even though Jiang Han only accepted the memory of the original person in a superficial way, after seeing this Zhen Zhiming, he still felt angry in his heart.
When Zhen Zhiming saw Jiang Han stunned on the spot, he thought he was still the stupid boy who had no idea, so he scolded: "Get out of here! Don't be an eyesore here! If you don't get out, don't blame me for being violent!"
The famous scholar Zhongli Wuyou and Zhongli wandered to Yunmeng City and now live in Anxiang Academy.
Zhen Zhiming has been in ecstasy these days, looking for opportunities to get in touch with the great scholar Zhongli, hoping that his poems can be judged by the great scholar Zhongli.
The great scholar Zhongli finally agreed to read his poems this afternoon.
If he could get the approval of Master Zhongli for this, then he would become famous in Yunmeng City from then on. Why would he need to be a little master in Anxiang Academy?
After leaving the hall, Zhen Zhiming held his own poems and prepared to ask Zhongli for advice, but he saw Jiang Han.
He subconsciously thought that Jiang Han was here to cause trouble with him, but he didn't want Jiang Han to ruin his plan, so he wanted to drive him out.
Jiang Han frowned and said, "Don't you know what happened in Yunmeng City in the past few days?"
Zhen Zhiming sneered and said: "You become the son-in-law of Ningguo Mansion, so what? You are so proud of being a son-in-law... Get out of Anxiang Academy now! I have alarmed Confucian Zhongli, and you will have a good harvest!"
If he was the son-in-law of Ning Guofu, his status would be different. Zhen Zhiming would have to greet him with a polite smile when he saw him.
But adding the word "come to the door" in front of his son-in-law made him disdain him.
Jiang Han's face darkened, but he still maintained his excellent self-control and said: "Master Zhen, I can tell you clearly that that day Zhongli asked me to write a poem for his painting. After I wrote the poem, Zhongli said to me , if you have free time, go to Anxiang Academy to drink tea with him. Now I’m here to see Zhongli, if you don’t let me in, think carefully about the consequences.”
Zhen Zhiming couldn't help laughing: "Zhongli asked you to write a poem for his painting? Can you tell such a lie? He is blind before asking you to write a poem for his painting! I have no time to talk to you now, If you don’t leave, I will throw you out.”
The two people spoke in an undisguised voice, and soon attracted the surrounding students to watch.
Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and said, "You, a scholar, don't know any humility at all. Did you read the book on a dog?"
"You sharp-tongued boy, I have to teach you a lesson today!" Zhen Zhiming said angrily. He stuffed the paper with poems into his arms and rolled up his sleeves.
"Zhen Zhiming, who are you trying to teach a lesson to?"
Suddenly, a sentence rang out.
However, this sentence came from behind Zhen Zhiming.
Zhen Zhiming turned around and saw three people.
Zhongli Wuyou was wearing a green shirt. Standing behind Zhongli Wuyou was a girl holding a sword, and Zhou Shanhai, the president of Anxiang Academy.
He was startled for a moment, hurriedly put down his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Master Zhongli, why did I alarm you? This brat came here to cause trouble, and I was about to drive him out!"
The students around him were all shocked when they heard Zhen Zhiming's words.
This man... is the world-famous Confucian Zhongli!
Although the students know that Zhongli lives in Anxiang Academy, they have never met him.
Brat? Evict people? Zhongli Wuyou glanced at Jiang Han and said, "Do you know who he is?"
Zhen Zhiming heard Zhongli Wuyou's tone was a little weird, but he didn't think too much about it, and said with a smile: "Zhongli, the great scholar, he is Jiang Han, the son-in-law chosen by the Ningguo Mansion a few days ago. He was also my student in the past. This man is as stupid as a pig. , I don’t know where I copied the poem, deceived the Ningguo Mansion, and became the son-in-law...
By the way, he just said that Zhongli, the great scholar, asked him to write a poem on the painting and came to see you... Isn't this a joke? What kind of status do you have, Zhongli the Great Confucian? Even if you are blind, you will not ask him to write a poem! I was about to drive him away when Zhongli Daru came out. "
Jiang Han looked at Zhen Zhiming in surprise, "Good guy, I'm convinced that you can commit suicide like this!"
"Shut up!"
Before Zhongli Daru could say anything, the girl holding the sword behind him shouted with a frosty face.
Zhen Zhiming was stunned and immediately closed his mouth. He knew that the girl was called Si Jian and she was the apprentice of Zhongli. He would never offend her.
Zhongli Wuyou laughed, nodded and said, "Zhen Zhiming, you did a good job! You even dare to chase away my friends!"
"You say he is as stupid as a pig. Can you come up with such words as 'Ask what love is in this world and teach you how to make love between life and death'!"
"Can you write a poem that doesn't require people to praise the beautiful color, leaving only pure energy that fills the universe?"
"And these are all done by the people you call as stupid as pigs!"
"He wrote poems for my paintings. Do you think I am blind?"
These words made Zhen Zhiming stunned.
Zhou Shanhai, the master of Anxiang Academy, changed his face and cursed Zhen Zhiming in his heart! What a short-sighted thing!
Zhen Zhiming was sweating profusely, and his whole brain was a mess.
Jiang Han... really wrote poems for Zhongli's paintings?
This...how is this possible?
Zhongli Wuyou shouted: "Get lost! Don't appear in front of me again!"
Zhen Zhiming trembled, bowed and was about to leave in despair, when Jiang Han said, "Wait a minute."
Everyone looked at Jiang Han, wondering what else he was going to do.
Jiang Han said loudly: "Master Zhen just made a sarcastic comment, Jiang is not angry yet! But Jiang is not as dirty as Master Zhen, so he wrote a limerick and gave it to Master!"
Everyone was a little curious, what kind of limerick was he going to write?
Master Zhongli also looked at Jiang Han with curiosity on his face.
Jiang Han slowly recited: "A needle is hammered a thousand times, and the cloth is turned upside down. The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes but not people. Master Zhen, I give this poem to you!"
As soon as the last note stopped, the scene fell into silence.
Zhongli Wuyou couldn't help but smile, this scolding was both wonderful and brilliant! If I had known that Jiang Han was so smart, I wouldn't have had to rescue him.
Zhen Zhiming's face turned red, blue and white, and he was extremely embarrassed and angry.
