Chapter 4 Academy

Style: Historical Author: Mr. KinsemiWords: 2310Update Time: 24/01/12 05:28:43
After Qin Shao and the security department agreed, Yang Wuhui also yawned.

Seeing how tired Yang Wuhui was, Qin Shaoan joked: "Brother Wuhui faced Madam Xiangjun last night, I guess he must have not slept well!"

Yang Wuhui chuckled twice and strode away without answering.

Qin Shaoan no longer followed Yang Wuhui. He was going to do the things Yang Wuhui asked, and Yang Wuhui also had to go back to the academy.

There was no other way. He usually went to two places, Hongxiu Zhao and the Academy, in Luzhou, and he was very disciplined.

Yang Wuhui was not ostentatious about his status as a direct disciple of Mr. Bao, and only a few people knew about it.

As for the reason, Bao Gong’s disciples often go in and out of the fireworks and willow lanes. How unbecoming is this!

Yang Wuhui and Qin Shaoan separated and returned to Luzhou Academy.

The moment Yang Wuhui stepped into the gate of the academy, many people looked over at him.

There were also many people whispering and talking in small words.

"Yang Wuhui is actually willing to go back to the academy. In the more than two years since he came to the academy, he has only attended classes in the academy a handful of times!"

Someone else said angrily: "It's not like the girl with the red sleeves is so beautiful, she's so happy that she doesn't want to miss Shu!"

Some people were surprised, and naturally some people were ridiculed.

"What a shame for us, as scholars, to linger in the land of hooks and rails!"

"Brother Li is right, I don't want to be associated with him!"

Yang Wuhui could naturally hear what they said. Not to mention his predecessor, he didn't care at all. Even he himself would not pay attention to these people's gossip.

Is it important whether you are famous or not?

When Yang Wuhui used his memory to go to his residence, he was stopped by an elder.

Seeing the person coming, Yang Wuhui said respectfully: "Dean Jing!"

The visitor is none other than the dean of Luzhou Academy, Jing Dongming!

Jing Dongming looked at Yang Wuhui and said helplessly: "Wuhui, come with me!"

Seeing this, Yang Wuhui followed Jing Dongming to his study.

After entering the study, Jing Dongming sat down and said: "I have no regrets. Before Bao Gong passed away, he asked you to come to Luzhou Academy to study, so that you can obtain fame, punish evil and promote good like Bao Gong, and do great things for the people. You see. You have been in the academy for more than two years now, wandering around in various places every day. If you know anything about Bao Gongquan, you will definitely blame me for not teaching you well."

After hearing this, Yang Wuhui immediately replied: "Dean Jing, I was wrong!"

At this moment, Jing Dongming was stunned.

He thought he was hallucinating. What did Yang Wuhui just say? Was he wrong?

Jing Dongming said: "Wuhui, what did you just say?"

Yang Wuhui repeated: "Dean Jing, I said I was wrong. I promise that I will never go to that place of fireworks and willow lanes again."

Jing Dongming looked at Yang Wuhui in surprise. Is this still the same Yang Wuhui?

Yang Wuhui also understood Jing Dongming's surprise, so he explained: "Dean, I have always been worried about the death of my mentor these years. It is clear that my mentor's merits are greater than those of the country, but he did not expect that he would be framed and framed by a villain now. I was expelled from Beijing and even died of illness in a foreign land. In the past three years, I wanted to regain my confidence in my Song Dynasty with great sadness, so I was confused for three years. Now I have figured it out, if my mentor is here, I will definitely I don’t want to see me sink like this, I must cheer up, go back to the path of my mentor, and restore a bright future to the Song Dynasty!”

When Jing Dongming heard Yang Wuhui's words, he said hello several times.

He stood up and patted Yang Wuhui on the shoulder, laughing and saying: "Wuhui, since you can suddenly wake up, if Bao Gong knew about it, he would definitely rest in peace. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, it must be the time to value talents. Now the imperial examination is about to take place. , if you take the exam, you will definitely be able to pass high school, and you will definitely be appreciated by His Majesty when the time comes, and you will complete the unfinished business of Mr. Bao."

Yang Wuhui agreed, and then Jing Dongming explained some more words and let Yang Wuhui leave.

Watching Yang Wuhui leave, Jing Dongming touched his beard and said with emotion: "Mr. Bao, if you were still alive and saw the filial piety of this child Wuhui, I'm afraid you wouldn't regret accepting such a disciple!"

In Luzhou Academy, only Jing Dong, the dean of the academy, knew that Yang Wuhui was a disciple of Bao Zheng.

As for those students, they didn't know Yang Wuhui's identity at all, but he got first place every time in the exam, which disgusted many people.

If they knew that Yang Wuhui was a disciple of Bao Gong, Bao Longtu, who didn't know that ordinary people in the world worshiped Bao Gong, Yang Wuhui would not only be jealous of them, but also be spurned by them.

How could Mr. Bao choose to accept such a person as his disciple?

Bao Gong's wisdom will all be destroyed in the hands of this man.

In fact, what Yang Wuhui just said to Jing Dongming was true.

But that's not what the predecessor meant. Although the predecessor was talented, he had already chosen to be a loser, because Bao Gong's death really hit him hard, and he really didn't like dealing with that kind of complicated and cumbersome relationships.

What he likes to do is simply investigate and then fall under the skirt of a beautiful woman.

The predecessor is the predecessor, but Yang Wuhui is not the predecessor. Now that he has taken over this body, Yang Wuhui must work hard to do something good, otherwise he will waste this opportunity to survive.

While thinking about it, Yang Wuhui had already returned to his residence.

Luzhou Academy is a room for two people.

The last time Yang Wuhui came back was the last time.

The person who lived in the same room with him was named Jing Wei, a scholar from a poor family.

Before Yang Wuhui came, he was always bullied by the rich family members in the academy, and no one wanted to live with him.

After Yang Wuhui arrived, the academy also arranged for Yang Wuhui and Jing Wei to live together.

Since then, Jing Wei has never been bullied again.

Because everyone who bullied him was bullied by Yang Wuhui.

With Yang Wuhui's intelligence, it was easy to tease these people, but it was not because Jing Wei was trying to stand out, he just couldn't stand it.

The predecessor could not be said to be a good person, but he was not a bad person either, which made Yang Wuhui quite satisfied.

Come to think of it, there is no way a disciple of Bao Gong could be a heinous villain!

Yang Wuhui entered the room. The room was neat and orderly. Although Jing Wei's family was poor, he loved cleanliness. Even though Yang Wuhui hadn't been back for a long time, his bed was still clean and without any dust.

Yang Wuhui sat in a reading position, picked up a book, read it, and then put it down. Even after changing several books, Yang Wuhui found it meaningless.

I don’t know what will be tested in this year’s imperial examination and whether it will involve something about governing the country.

For Yang Wuhui, it doesn't matter what test he takes, he will definitely pass high school. As for whether he can get the top prize, it's hard to say.

He was only number one in Luzhou, not the entire Song Dynasty.

Besides, Bao Gong is known as the most intelligent man in the Song Dynasty, which is generally recognized.

Although Yang Wuhui is a disciple of Bao Gong, there are still many people who don't know his identity!

Even if he knew, it cannot be said that he inherited Bao Gong's talent.

In the imperial examination, strength should still speak for itself.

Even my mentor Bao Gong didn’t get the top prize!

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a panting young man appeared outside the door, looking at Yang Wuhui in surprise.