I Become A Saint By Studying

On the outskirts of the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.

Mochizuki Pavilion!

An exquisite carriage was parked in the open snow, and the wind was bitter.

The snow-covered mountains, undulating, are like a picture of snowy mountains and rivers.

The beauty is intoxicating!

The scorching sun rising after the snow stopped released a little bit of warmth. In the howling north wind, people still felt a faint warmth.

Just like Nako's gentleness.

Pavilion.

Liao Qingliu, a new academic and political master from the Holy Academy, came from the capital with his school boy.

Follow the rules.

They will be waiting here for the handover of Fu Yuheng, the former Xuezheng of Nanxiang Prefecture.

At the same time, I also got to know the Wen Dao Tianjiao of Nanxiang Prefecture, and made good preparations for the next academic and political career.

After all, the country test is coming soon.

The fire in the pavilion was burning vigorously, dispelling the chill.

Although talent can drive away the cold, but talent is too precious... It is better not to waste it.

rustle~

At this moment, the sound of the carriage crushing the snow was heard.

The new Xuezheng Liao Qingliu, with a smile on his face, turned his head to look at the carriage outside the pavilion.

Immediately his face changed.

He saw the Dayan Dragon Guard's mark on the details of the carriage.

"The moon-watching pavilion is here!"

Long San lifted the curtain of the car, Lin Yi and Li Wenbo got off the carriage, and looked at the Moon-Watching Pavilion.

Then I saw an old man with a goatee and a bookboy, lighting a fire in the pavilion to keep warm.

' Cultivation Base can't see any Realm, back to basics, it should be between... fourth rank and third rank. '

Lin Yi knew without thinking that the old man with the goatee in the pavilion was the new school inspector Xuezheng.

Lin Yi walked over to Li Wenbo.

Long San rested on the carriage and did not go there.

"Eight-Rank Fate Realm!"

"Seventh Grade Benevolent Realm!"

Seeing Lin Yi and Li Wenbo enter the pavilion, Liao Qingliu smiled lightly and said, "Are you scholars from Nanxiang Mansion?"

"Junior is here to see the schoolmaster Fu Yuheng off, and senior is... the new school inspector?"

Lin Yi cupped hands saluted.

"Ha ha!"

Liao Qingliu stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "That's right, old man Liao Qingliu, from now on he will be half of the teacher of the scholars in Nanxiang Mansion..."

"Students have met the Superintendent!"

Lin Yi saluted again.

"Not bad!"

Liao Qingliu's eyes were full of admiration, and he liked such a polite scholar.

At this age, he is only at the eighth rank. Although the talent is a bit short, it still has potential.

When Liao Qingliu looked at Li Wenbo, he was a little unhappy, and said indifferently, "This is..."

"Oh, we are Lin Yi's book boy!"

Li Wenbo came back to his senses and introduced himself.

This occasion.

Generally speaking, book boys can't take the initiative to speak, which will break the rules.

"..."

Liao Qingliu was completely confused at the time, is the seventh-rank bookboy an eighth-rank?

He looked at Lin Yi suspiciously, wondering if it was true.

Lin Yi said, "Li Wenbo is indeed the student's book boy."

comfortable~

As soon as Li Wenbo heard Lin Yi's words, he felt comfortable all over his body, so happy that he didn't want to.

Liao Qingliu immediately looked at Lin Yigao.

Noble family?

rustle~

at the same time.

Several carriages also came to Wangyue Pavilion, all of them were scholars from Nanxiang Mansion.

There are bachelors from Junji Academy and Qingping Academy, and most of them are scholars who have obtained fame.

Of course, there are also some scholars who are about to take the provincial examination.

Su Tong, the young master of the Su family, is impressively on the list. He is wearing a brocade confucian shirt and a big sable coat, and he is indescribably wealthy.

He seemed to be the backbone of many bachelors, one by one surrounded him and walked towards the pavilion.

"kindness?"

Seeing Lin Yi and Li Wenbo, Su Tong raised his sword eyebrows, hummed softly, and entered the pavilion.

He has a new portrait of Xuezheng, so he immediately bowed to Liao Qingliu with cupped hands and said, "Student Su Tong, meet Master Xuezheng!"

"This envoy knows you, Su Tong, the young master of the famous Su family, during the test in the holy front yard, this envoy paid attention to you!"

Liao Qingliu stroked his beard and said, "Although I failed the college exam, I did well overall, and I will continue to work hard next year!"

"Thank you Xuezheng for your words!"

After Su Tong made a familiar face, he stepped back contentedly.

Other bachelors also stepped forward to salute.

The booth quickly became lively.

Shortly after.

"Lord Fu Xuezheng's carriage is here!"

At this moment, a bachelor admiring the snow scene saw the carriage coming in the snow.

Swish!

Swish!

The bachelors quickly tidied up their clothes, not daring to neglect in the slightest.

"A lot of people come..."

As soon as Fu Yuheng got off the carriage, he saw many bachelors in the pavilion and groaned in his heart.

At the farewell banquet last night, he was particularly disappointed by the performance of these people.

Now is this to admit your mistake?

"Brother Liao!"

Fu Yuheng entered the pavilion, and cupped hands towards Liao Qingliu who was among the scholars and said, "After you and I say goodbye, I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for seven or eight years, and the senior brother's demeanor remains the same as before!"

"really?"

Liao Qingliu smiled and said, "Brother Fu, you are much older, with gray temples, I don't know...I thought you were older than senior brother! Hahaha..."

Liao Qingliu laughed out loud.

"Hehe~"

"what!"

Some bachelors laughed along without hesitation, probably thinking that...Fu Yuheng was going to leave soon.

Their Master Xuezheng is the newcomer Liao Qingliu.

Fu Yuheng laughed twice, and said, "These bachelors in Nanxiang Mansion have made my juniors worry a lot, can they not grow old?"

"That's why you, the school inspector, are not doing well!"

Liao Qingliu put on a serious face, and began to rebuke, saying, "That's why the second holy son asked the senior brother to come over and teach these bachelors. You, you are not suitable for studying politics. It's better to go back to the Holy Academy as soon as possible!"

"Brother, during those years when he was a student in Qingyuan Mansion, he tried out four poems with three Huiyuan talents, which were able to penetrate the state. On the contrary, in Nanxiang Prefecture of yours, you only have one Huiyuan, and the poems with the talent to pass through the state... I'm afraid there is none!"

"Senior brother taught me the lesson!"

Fu Yuheng looked sullen, but it was not easy to get angry, so he could only nod in response.

Who made him have a feud with Liao Qingliu many years ago?

It's just that I didn't expect... The other party still remembers hatred for so many years, isn't it because the poems I wrote are better than him?

To be jealous for so many years!

Lin Yi, who was squeezed into the corner of the pavilion, frowned slightly.

This Xuezheng...why is it so annoying?

"kindness!"

Liao Qingliu nodded slightly, and said, "Since you're here, let's not waste time. It's very cold in this snowy day. Give the roster of Nanxiang Prefecture's bachelors and the order of the school inspector to the senior brother, so that everyone won't catch the cold!"

"it is good!"

Fu Yuheng clenched his hands under the Confucian robe, turned his head to look at the school envoy Su Nanfei, and said, "The roster and the school supervisor's order!"

Su Nanfei quickly walked up to Liao Qingliu with a brocade box in his hand, bowed and said, "Master Xuezheng, here are the roster and the school inspector's order, sir, please have a look!"

"Su Nanfei, right? He's a good teacher. Without you, my junior brother wouldn't be able to do anything!"

Liao Qingliu showed his appreciation and praise for Su Nanfei.

"My lord is absurd!"

Su Nanfei smiled, and he was quite happy in his heart.

"It really came empty-handed, and left empty-handed! That's all..."

Fu Yuheng felt sad.

He has served as a student in Nanxiang Mansion for so many years, and he is too orthodox. On the contrary, he can't leave any fame.

I'm afraid that these scholars have envied him for a long time, and never opened the back door for them!

"Brother Liao, farewell!"

Fu Yuheng glanced at the scholars and Liao Qingliu indifferently, then turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

"Master Xuezheng, you haven't brought this poem with you, and besides... there is something I want to report to Master Xuezheng!"

At this moment.

Lin Yi's voice sounded in the booth, and he squeezed out from the ranks of bachelors.

What he was holding in his hand was the volume of the poem "Farewell to Dong Da".