Ji Taoist

Yan Buzhi's initiative to transfer a large number of properties spread like wildfire, but ordinary people in the city still knew little about this matter. In addition, Yan Buzhi had made an agreement with those merchants and did not make a big deal about it, so there was no big fuss. Big noise.

On this day, Yan Buzhi personally sent Yan Xirou to the foot of Linshan Academy, got off the carriage and looked at her worriedly.

"Rou'er, I remember what my father said when I went to the academy...forget it, how about I send you up first?" Yan Buzhi said with a worried look on his face.

"No, father, you have arranged so many maidservants for me to accompany me, so everything will be fine." Yan Xirou was dressed like a scholar, tied up her long hair and looked at Yan Buzhi, smiling and comforting.

"Well, that's fine. The porter has also made arrangements for you. It's all family members. Don't worry. Let's go up first."

"Well! Father, see you tonight."

"goodbye."

Yan Buzhi waved his hand and sent Yan Xirou away, then stood there and watched Yan Xirou being carried up the mountain gradually and disappearing.

"Master, the lady has already gone up, let's go."

"Well, go home."

"yes."

Yan Xirou quickly arrived at the gate of Linshan Academy. When she saw the gate, her eyes were full of curiosity and surprise. She could not imagine how much manpower and material resources it would take to build such a large academy on such a majestic peak.

Yan Xirou walked into the academy with the maid accompanying her, and quickly followed the instructions in the letter to the other courtyard where the gentlemen were.

"Who is outside the door and why are you here?" The few book boys guarding the door looked at Yan Xirou in confusion and asked.

Yan Xirou quickly held the disciple ceremony, remembering what her father taught her, and immediately said: "Student Yan Xirou, I am here to meet Mr. Zhou Hua, please inform the seniors."

"Are you the female disciple that Mr. Zhou just accepted?" the book boy asked curiously.

"yes."

"Okay, come with me."

"OK."

Yan Xirou followed the book boy to a courtyard, opened the door and saw an old man over fifty years old sitting at the desk writing and writing. He was dressed in white and had an extraordinary bearing.

The scholar responded with a courtesy: "I have met Mr. Zhou. Your disciple Yan Xirou has come to report today."

"Okay, okay, please step back first."

"yes."

The book boy left, walked to the door of the yard, looked back at Yan Xirou strangely, and murmured: "She looks pretty good, but it's a pity that she became the disciple of an old pervert. I wonder if..."

The book boy couldn't help but look even stranger when he thought of the rumors about Zhou Hua in the academy.

Yan Xirou stood at the door and looked at Zhou Hua nervously.

Zhou Hua's eyes lit up, he looked at the maid behind Yan Xirou, and smiled: "Come in."

"Yes, sir."

Yan Xirou walked in and stood at the door looking at him.

Speaking of which, although Zhou Hua is old, he is not ugly. Because he is familiar with poetry and books, he has the wise eyes unique to the old man, and his expression is calm and calm. Yan Xirou, who didn't know the details, secretly thought that this gentleman was very kind.

Zhou Hua nodded: "Yan Xirou, right? I've read your article, and the wonderful ideas in it are unique. However, it doesn't suit the minds of today's imperial examination examiners. If you want to go into officialdom, it will be even more difficult. Disaster."

"Thank you sir for your guidance, I have no intention of joining the court as an official." Yan Xirou shook his head.

She also knew that as a woman, what if she could be a high school scholar or even a scholar?

If a woman wants to be an official in the Kundao Dynasty, family background, background, and strength are all indispensable.

Often these three are complementary to each other.

Zhou Hua nodded: "Then just study with me with peace of mind."

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Hua stood up and sat on the main seat. On the wall hung a portrait of Mr. Mingyang, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, who was called the "sage" by later generations of scholars. The meaning is quite obvious.

Yan Xirou was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "Sir, you..."

"Since I have accepted you as my disciple, the necessary apprenticeship ceremony cannot be canceled. However, I am not an old man. There is no need to go to a banquet to announce that I have accepted you as my disciple. Everything should be kept simple. What, you are not satisfied?"

Yan Xirou saw Zhou Hua frown slightly, and her heart was pounding. She was worried that she had offended him, so she quickly said:

"Yes, sir. I don't want to worry about everything, sir. I am keeping it simple this time, but this is what I want in my heart."

"Haha, let's offer some incense to Mr. Mingyang first."

"yes."

According to the etiquette of scholars, worshiping someone as a disciple needs to be completed under the witness of 'Mr. Mingyang', and the first stick of incense is naturally given to the person.

Yan Xirou came over, picked up the incense on the altar, lit three sticks, stepped back respectfully, and said:

"Disciple Yan Xirou, pay a visit to Mr. Mingyang. I am lucky enough to be accepted by Mr. Zhou Hua as his disciple. From now on, I will respect my teacher and study hard to achieve greatness."

Zhou Hua nodded. Although these words were just for the occasion, it was okay for a woman to know them.

After finishing the incense, Yan Xirou walked aside, poured a cup of tea, walked over respectfully, and offered it to Zhou Hua with both hands:

"Disciple Yan Xirou, serve tea to Sir."

Zhou Hua glanced at Yan Xirou's slender hands, and his heart skipped a beat.

After all, I have seen strong winds and waves. This little girl has just grown hair, so why does she feel like she is acting rashly?

By some strange coincidence, Zhou Hua stretched out his hands, touched Yan Xirou's fingers and immediately picked up the tea cup.

Yan Xirou was stunned for a moment, and almost couldn't help but withdraw her hand, but when she saw Zhou Hua drinking a sip of tea with an expressionless face, she thought that she might have been touched accidentally just now.

Yan Xirou put aside her distracting thoughts, bowed and smiled: "Hello, sir."

"Well... I haven't accepted many disciples in my life, and some small things are not expensive, so I'll give them to you."

As he said, Zhou Hua walked to the desk, picked up a brand new brush, and handed it over.

"Thank you for the brush, sir!" Yan Xirou held the brush in both hands and looked at it curiously.

"This brush was given to me by an old friend. Although it is not valuable, I cherish it and have never used it. I hope you will study hard in the future and increase your knowledge. I don't ask for your fame, but I only ask for my Confucianism to prosper for thousands of years and never end."

"Confucianism will last forever!" Yan Xirou immediately said seriously.

Zhou Hua smiled and nodded: "Okay, then you go to the school and follow your classmates to attend class."

"Yes, sir!"

Yan Xirou left the room and went to the school happily with her maid.

Zhou Hua saw her leave, took a deep breath, sniffed the fragrance of the girl in the air, and after savoring it for a long time, he murmured:

"No, this girl is not as pretty as Ah Chun in Yihong Courtyard, and not as fragrant as Peony in Zuichunlou. But she made my silent heart beat, what's going on?"

Haven't I seen young girls?

It's impossible. I have seen the daughters of those wealthy merchants. There are many who are prettier than Yan Xirou, but I have never had this feeling.

Could this be...

Love at first sight? !

Zhou Hua widened his eyes and covered the corners of his mouth that were rising wildly.