Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 549 Who Are You!
Yu Qinghuan slapped the folding fan into the palm of his hand, imitating Xie Yun's coquettish appearance, and explained: "This is Mr. Feng's style. According to his name, how many students in the world want to be his disciples. This academy is built At the top of the mountain, if you want to get up, you have to climb for more than an hour. What tests the students' physical fitness and whether they have a thirst for learning. Those who are too weak will not be able to learn, and they may burp in the middle of the book. , if you are not sincere enough, you will not be able to climb here."

Ah Liu asked again: "Then what's going on with this thatched cottage?"

Yu Qinghuan said: "Studying requires you to be able to withstand loneliness, loneliness, and hardship. The simpler the place, the more it can temper a person's character. Look, it faces the sea and is built against the mountains. , except for the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west, and there are lush flowers and trees everywhere, there is nothing, and naturally it will not be affected by the chaos of the world."

Ah Liu said: "There is a tile-roofed house over there hidden behind the thatched cottage."

Yu Qinghuan said: "That must be the library. The books cannot be exposed to rain or moisture, so they need to be placed in a safe place."

Ah Liu curled his lips: "Being a scholar is just like being a monk. It's really boring."

Yu Qinghuan said: "It's quite boring! But there are always a group of idiots in the world who really want to study knowledge. Mr. Feng must have wanted to cultivate the kind of people who are rich in knowledge and calm in heart. Mr. Feng not only teaches, but also educates people, and here is both learning and cultivation. It must not be easy to be Mr. Feng’s disciple.” After listening to Yu Qinghuan’s words, a man about 40 years old came over and said, He was dressed in a short shirt and his trouser legs were lifted up a little, as if he had just been hoeing the ground. He treated Yu Qinghuan like a scholar and asked, "Are you here to visit relatives or to study?"

Yu Qinghuan said: "Study."

The man said: "Are you here to study?"

Yu Qinghuan said: "That's right. It's just that I'm new here. I don't understand the rules here. Please give me some advice."

The man said: "We, sir, don't have any strict requirements. Sir, you only need to prepare a work for me, and I will submit it to you. If the work is approved, you will meet with me, and you will interview me in person." Whether you can become a student or not depends entirely on your ability."

Yu Qinghuan said: "Isn't this difficult? If you are just studying to be an official, your words and deeds must be utilitarian, let alone homework. If you are just a student, your homework will inevitably be a big deal in front of your husband, so you have no choice at all. , because I don’t know what my husband likes and I can’t fall in love with him. How can I win my husband’s attention?”

The man smiled, with a refined and elegant tone: "Young Master is smart, so you don't know that learning can embrace all rivers and be tolerant of the world. No matter what profession you are in, no matter whether you are high or low, you can't do without learning, so no matter what you lead, What is the purpose of trekking here, as long as you sincerely want to learn, you will definitely get the opportunity you deserve."

Yu Qinghuan bowed: "Thank you for your advice. I only understand it."

After saying that, Yu Qinghuan asked the book boy Ah Liu to prepare pen and paper. She spread the rice paper on a board and wrote only one word. When the ink was dry, she rolled up the rice paper and handed it to the man's hand. She said respectfully: "This is it." Please pass my homework to sir on your behalf."

The man said "Okay" and turned around and went in.

The academy also has a gate and wall, but the wall is surrounded by bamboo fences. The gate is just a simple wooden frame with a sign hanging on it that reads "Huiying Academy" in large characters.

That wording is so well written!The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and each stroke is uninhibited, but it also reveals the restraint and restraint of a human being.

Looking at Yu Qinghuan who was admiring the words on the plaque with his hands behind his hands, Ah Liu couldn't help but worry: "Sir, there is something wrong with that small town at the foot of the mountain. It seems that there are many masters hidden there. Why did you hand it in after you wrote just one word? I can’t even see Mr. Feng’s face, how can I save his life?”

Yu Qinghuan said: "Don't worry, if those people are really here to assassinate Mr. Feng, they will definitely wait until the student takes a rest or find other suitable opportunities before they attack Mr. Feng. We still have time. I believe that the homework I handed in is Feng." The husband will understand, and he must be satisfied, otherwise he wouldn’t be worth saving.”

Saying this, Yu Qinghuan was unsure. If Mr. Feng really did not see her, then the six of them would not be able to rush in to protect Mr. Feng. There were too few people...

The key is that she cannot ask the local government for help. Once Mr. Feng gets involved with Prince Qi's palace, Mr. Feng will face an even more dangerous situation.She was in a dilemma, hoping that if she passed the job and Mr. Feng could see her, she would be able to resolve the crisis.

There was no news of the man as soon as he entered. Yu Qinghuan led five people and stood at the door under the bright sun.

Although it was a February day when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying, and the wind blowing from the top of the mountain was still carrying a sharp spring chill, the sun at noon was still scorching, burning people's faces like a fireball.

There is a small mountain col next to it, with a clear spring flowing there. There are bamboos and bananas planted next to it. Ah Liu wanted to pick a banana leaf for Yu Qinghuan to block the sun, but Yu Qinghuan refused.

"It's okay. Sunbathing is good for your health. Don't touch other people's things." Yu Qinghuan used a fan to block the fierce sunlight and sat on the green grass in front of the door.

Ah Liu wanted to use his clothes to shield the princess, but the sun at noon was shining directly on his head. He could not block his body even if he blocked his head. Instead, he blocked the mountain wind, so he simply led the other secret guards to stand aside, and the six of them waited When his mouth was dry, the man just came out again.

"Young Master, sir, please come in. But your bookboy and bodyguard must stay."

Yu Qinghuan pulled the chubby Hui Hui out of his sleeve and threw it into Ah Liu's arms: "You guys wait here, I'll be back later."

After saying that, she followed the man with the pearl in her arms and entered a thatched cottage. The interior was neat and clean, and the bamboo furniture exuded a faint fragrance. It was an extremely elegant place.

A strong gust of wind blew towards him. While looking back, Yu Qinghuan pulled out his fish intestines to block, and swung his body to avoid the man's sword.

At the same time, the pearl had rushed to the man's shoulder and was ready to attack his neck.

"Who are you?!" The man pointed at Yu Qinghuan with a missing sword, not afraid of the threat on his shoulder.

Yu Qinghuan shook his sleeves, put the dagger back, and said a few words lightly: "I am Princess Qi."

"A member of the Yu family?!" The man's mood seemed extremely excited. After hearing that Yu Qinghuan announced his family status, his whole body was filled with murderous intent, and he seemed to have an sworn hatred for Yu Qinghuan.

This unusual behavior made Yu Qinghuan alert. She frowned slightly and thought for a while, then raised her hand to take off her hat, with her black hair hanging loosely, and then said: "I am from King Qi."

The man looked at her, his murderous intent gone, replaced by another emotion, excitement, disbelief, and indescribable sadness.

Seeing his reaction, Yu Qinghuan confirmed what he was thinking and asked the man, "Who is Lu Sheng to you?"

The man's sword crashed to the ground, and he, a grown man, burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)