Yu Qing chuckled, "Maybe it's not a mockery, maybe it's a misunderstanding of Sir."
Mr. Ming took a picture of the tea cup and said, "Stop being so weird with me. If you have anything to say, say it directly. If you have any questions, let it go."
Yu Qing continued hehe, "What can I say to you? I guess I can guess what I said. I said that I have been lying drunk among the flowers for a long time and have no moral ethics. In my opinion, it is jealousy. I also said that I have passed the nine-year exam... Alas, it’s okay not to say it, the words are quite ugly, how dare you insult sir, I was so angry that I asked the Zhong Mansion to lock him up, but he refused to obey and screamed... Alas, forget it, it’s okay for such a villain to ignore it. "
After saying that, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him, "Sir, look at this."
Mr. Ming watched his expression for a while, then took the paper in his hand and shook it. When he saw the handwriting on it, he knew it was Yu Qing's calligraphy.
After getting in touch with him these days, one thing he had to admit was that Yu Qing was indeed good at handwriting, and his handwriting had a spiritual charm between movement and stillness.
After reading the content on the paper, he raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yu Qing said hey, "I have been with you for almost half a month, and I have never asked him for advice. Today, on a whim, I specially drafted a few questions to ask you for advice. I wonder if you can answer a few questions to open your students' eyes?" "
Mr. Ming sneered, shook the paper and asked, "Are you testing me?"
"How dare you, how dare you." Yu Qing cupped his hands and begged for mercy, "I just want you to leave some calligraphy treasures for the students to study in their free time."
Mr. Ming glanced at the content on the paper and said, "The questions are divided into policy theory, classics and history, poetry theory, and poetry. These four questions are the standard format of the Jin National Examination. Especially this question about poetry and theory involves national scholars and kings. The relationship between the two is very high. Is this really your question?"
After hearing what he said, Yu Qing murmured in his heart. It seemed that he could really know the test questions, but on the surface he laughed and said, "I came up with it. I just made up the questions randomly. There is no pattern."
Mr. Ming threw the paper away and sneered: "I'm afraid one afternoon won't be enough to answer these four questions. I don't want to make myself miserable."
Yu Qing picked up the question and held it up with both hands, "Sir, that's enough for one afternoon. Just answer it casually."
Mr. Ming looked bored and turned around to put pillows there, getting ready to sleep.
Yu Qingze once again held the examination questions and respectfully said, "Sir, what you said when you first came here is clearly remembered by the students, and it is still in their ears today. You said you teach people, teach those who want to learn, and teach those who don't want to learn, it is useless. .Now that the students sincerely want to learn, I hope that the teacher will not break his promise to the students!"
Mr. Ming's hand froze. After being stagnant for a long time, he put down the pillow, turned around and stared at Yu Qing for a while, and hummed: "It's not that I broke my promise, but answering these four questions requires a lot of energy. I did it last night I haven’t had a good rest and my energy is low, so I’m not in the best state to answer questions now.”
What Yu Qing wanted was his state of being exhausted by drinking and sex, and lacking energy. If the other party really showed momentum, he would not dare to ask him to answer this question. He hurriedly said: "How can I thank Mr. Lao for his hard work and learn A little bit of knowledge is enough, sir. Please don’t put it off any longer, sir, just give me a brief answer, just keep it simple!”
The next step was no longer to invite, but to start directly. He took Mr. Ming's arm directly, pushed and pulled him to the desk and asked him to sit down. He also helped him lay out the test questions, laid out the paper, and even helped him personally. Grind ink.
Looking at the pen delivered to his hand, Mr. Ming was speechless for a moment. He looked at the diligent Yu Qing with cold eyes and didn't believe that this was the test question given by Yu Qing.
He suspected that it was the so-called arrogant servant who gave him the test.
As he said, the person who asked the question was of high caliber, so no wonder he dared to speak wildly.
Yu Qing asked him to just give a simple answer, but he secretly cheered up.
Holding the pen in hand, my eyes fell on the test questions, and I felt that the picture seemed familiar, and time and space seemed to be confused. I was in a trance for a moment, as if I had returned to the past.
Facing the exam questions, an impulse surged into her heart. Hua Cong lived a life of drunkenness and corruption, and the feeling that had disappeared for a long time suddenly started to stir again.
The pen was still in his hand. He stared at the test questions and pondered for a long time, and later he slowly put down the pen.
Yu Qing thought that he was still unwilling to obey, and just as he was about to persuade him again, he noticed something in time and saw that he had entered another state, so he quickly kept silent.
Mr. Ming slowly stood up and walked back and forth in the study with his hands behind his hands, sometimes lowering his head, sometimes raising his head and closing his eyes, sometimes walking, sometimes stopping.
Yu Qing immediately retreated to a corner to avoid disturbing others and allowed them to think.
Almost half an hour later, Mr. Ming suddenly strode back to his desk and sat down. He dipped his pen in ink and started writing. He first copied the title and then wrote the text according to the format. The pen tip bounced and whirled on the paper, writing line by line. It quickly separated from the pen tip and came out.
Yu Qing rushed to help and kept grinding the ink beside him, allowing Mr. Ming to keep the pen in a smooth state to prevent the ink from drying out and help him write continuously.
This writing, my dear, it just keeps writing.
After finishing one question, he pulled up the paper to look at the next question, and quickly started writing.
Keep writing, time passes little by little.
I keep writing, and I don’t know how much time has passed.
As I wrote, I felt that Mr. Ming’s hands were shaking a little.
I wrote that my cheeks turned red, gradually turning red, as if I was drunk.
The feeling of writing was something Yu Qing had never seen before from this decadent gentleman. It was a very special feeling, as if he had entered a state of dancing and running wildly alone in the ice and snow. I kept singing and freezing to death. state.
Yu Qing couldn't help but secretly sighed and shook his head. He was really a crazy person, no wonder he behaved like this.
It was getting dark and the light in the room was getting darker. Yu Qing noticed it and quickly helped to light the lamps, making the room bright as daylight.
When he went out to get lights from other rooms, he saw a servant poking his head outside the courtyard door to deliver food. Yu Qing waved his hands repeatedly to get out of the way and not to disturb him, so the servant had no choice but to retreat.
Not long after, Yuan Zhong and Butler Li also came.
This East Campus always uses the excuse of studying, studying, and preparing for exams to prevent outsiders from entering, but no one knows what the situation is inside, and I have always been unsure. It just so happened that I gave it a chance this time. As an excuse, the two quietly entered the east courtyard to find out.
The study was brightly lit, and the two looked at each other. How many lights must have been lit?
When the two of them arrived at the door and looked inside, they saw seven or eight lights placed in a circle on the desk, on the bookshelf and around Mr. Ming. At this time, Mr. Ming was truly a "Mr. Ming", and even his back was illuminated. bright.
Of course, these are not important. What is important is that Mr. Ming is concentrating on writing and writing quickly, while Yu Qing is helping to polish the ink.
What a teaching picture that complements each other.
This scene made Mr. Zhong feel relieved. Looking at the sky outside, he couldn't help but nod his head in approval.
The two of them, including Mr. Zhong, were not thieves. The sound of footsteps could not escape Yu Qing's ears. Yu Qing looked back and immediately signaled to be silent, not to come in and not to disturb.
Mr. Zhong, who originally wanted to go in and see what was going on, understood.
Since it was Mr. Ming who refused to finish his studies when it was time to go home, and the students were studying respectfully, what else could he say? He was pleased to see this and immediately left quietly with Butler Li.
The two of them walked out of the entrance of the small courtyard. Officer Zhong stroked his beard and sighed: "I had heard that Mr. Ming might not be very dedicated, but when I saw him today, I realized it was a fallacy. It's almost dinner time, how can I let Mr. Ming go home hungry? Inform the kitchen to add some more good dishes, I want to entertain you sir."
"Okay." Butler Li agreed.
Not long after the two left, Mr. Ming, who was behind the desk, pulled out a piece of blank paper and focused on the last question, which was a poem question.
The theme is just two words, fame!
That is to say, the author is required to write a poem based on the meaning of "fame".
After all, he was composing a poem. Yu Qing thought he would think more about it this time, but Mr. Ming just glanced at the title and quickly wrote down again. He wrote the three characters "Chaotian Que" as the title of the poem. Psalms.
When the time comes, the purple energy will be cultivated more,
The poor scriptures have a bright head and seek merit.
Once you enter the king's palace,
Lost his name before and after his death.
The sentence that was completed in one go seemed to have consumed Mr. Ming's life, causing him to slump back and slump in his chair. His face was not very good, and he was breathing heavily. The hand holding the pen was trembling, and his eyes were shaking. Scattered as if reminiscing about something.
Did you finish the last test question so easily? Yu Qing was speechless and turned his head to stare at the four lines of poetry on the case.
It probably means that good luck comes because of hard work, and your hair turns gray just for fame and fame, etc. Once you get a foothold in the court, you will do whatever you want.
He didn't know whether the writing was good or not. He could only get a rough idea. Mr. Ming was probably writing about himself, especially the last sentence, which probably allowed people to understand the mood of this gentleman. Some things were not as they seemed on the surface. He didn't care so much, but he actually wanted to give himself an explanation before and after his death.
Bang, Mr. Ming couldn't hold the pen anymore and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.
Yu Qing looked back and saw that something was wrong with his expression, that he was weak in both human and energy, and that his face was ashen. He was shocked on the spot. Don't just answer a few questions and kill him. That's really nonsense. He quickly took out the medicine bottle he had with him, poured out a small pill, and put it into Mr. Ming's mouth.
As soon as the pill was taken into the mouth, the medicinal qi immediately hit the sky and refreshed the brain. It was sweet in the mouth and quickly produced fluid on the tongue. Mr. Ming, who was slightly awake, realized that it was a medicine to replenish qi and blood, and swallowed it subconsciously.
The power of the medicine gradually spread to his limbs and bones, and his cheeks began to turn red again. His whole body finally became more alive, his breathing became stronger, and he began to sit up slowly.
Yu Qing, who was checking his pulse at the same time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and asked: "Sir, do you think if this is a proficiency test question, can you pass the exam based on your current answers?"
This is simply a matter of not opening up the pot. Mr. Ming's face turned red. He didn't dare to say in front of the students that he could pass the exam. He said vaguely: "I finished it in one breath. I haven't reviewed it yet. I'll take it back and take a closer look." I'll revise and polish it after reading it." After saying that, he reached out to put away the answers and take them away.
Unexpectedly, Yu Qing's hands were faster than his, and he grabbed all the manuscript paper in three or two strokes. He laughed and said: "No need to revise, no need to revise, that's all. As promised, just answer whatever you want. Don't dare to bother me, sir." No more effort!"
