The carriage drove out of the street where the Guo family was located.
This is also the first time that Xue Qing walked out of the Guo family. Because this place is different from the history she is familiar with, and it is impossible to compare this Chang'an city with the well-known town. From the chattering accents of people on the street, it can be guessed that it is probably Xi'an in later generations. However, there is no Lishan or Emperor Taizong of Tang here, everything is specious.
The street is even more lively. When sitting in the car, you can see rows of houses and shops, tall and gorgeous restaurants, and crowds coming and going. Xue Qing looked at the scenery while remembering the road... She did not expect a carriage to sit in every day when she went to school in the future.
"The sociology in our Chang'an City is already very famous, and no less than a hundred people study all year round."
Manager Wu, who was sitting in front of the car, explained to Xue Qing.
"Now that Mr. Qingxia is here to teach, she is even more famous. The number of students coming to study has increased by nearly a hundred. Two years ago, Master Zun simply moved the Fu Academy Palace to Liuquan Mountain."
He said as he stretched out his hand and pointed. At this time, they had already left the city gate. A mountain could be seen three miles away, and it looked hazy and tender green.
"There are six springs on the mountain, so they are named. Master Fuzun classified more than ten acres of land at the foot of the mountain as Xuefu Palace, which was followed by the sociology taught by Mr. Qingxia."
"This Liuquan Mountain is a famous scenic spot. It is a good place to enjoy the scenery and enjoy the scenery all seasons. However, now it is classified as the Xuefu Palace, so you cannot enter it at will."
Manager Wu was a little envious.
"It's cheaper for those students."
A famous teacher is worthy of being given a mountain, so it is really a good career. Xue Qing nodded and became more determined to make his choice.
The carriage arrived quickly and quickly. The first thing I saw was a street full of shops and shops, most of which were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, mixed with restaurants and tea shops... Although the society provides food, there are always times when I get tired of it.
The carriage passed through the street, crossed the archway of the Fuxue Palace to the foot of the mountain. Manager Wu asked Xue Qing to get out of the car, and the two walked up the steps to the front of the mountain gate.
There were two doors sitting in front of the mountain gate and were joking. The door could only be said to be a boy, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. When he saw people coming, he pretended to be majestic.
"Please go back. Mr. Qingxia has full quota for students, so it's early next year." They said.
Manager Wu hurriedly stepped forward respectfully and handed over the post.
"It's already the teacher's permission." He said, pointing at Xue Qing and saying a few more words. The two doormen looked at Xue Qing and looked at the post in their hands.
"You follow me." A doorman stood up and said to Xue Qing.
Manager Wu was stunned.
"Young Master is young, the master told me to accompany you to see the sir." He said.
The doorman rolled his eyes.
"Young?" he said, his voice crisp and sharp, "I don't even dare to see anyone, so why bother to study? Go back."
As he said that, he threw the post back.
Manager Wu was so scared that he hurriedly bowed and retreated.
Sure enough, the scholar's disciple has a very tough temper, Xue Qing thought to himself.
"You must act respectfully after you enter, and don't bump into Mr. Qingxia... Don't offend her children's companion." Manager Wu whispered, "That's not even the emperor dares not to accept it."
Perhaps she was unwilling to face the emperor and behave in a low voice. Xue Qing thought to herself, she didn't believe that these civil servants and military generals were still posing as airs when facing the emperor. They could do it once or twice, but after a long time, they would be beheaded.
She replied yes.
"Come with me." said the doorman, turning around and walking inward.
Xue Qing followed with a basket, crossed the mountain gate and turned a mountain road. His eyes suddenly became clear, but he saw the beautiful rocks and pleasant forests, and many people appeared in the mountains and forests.
People have not yet seen clearly the description. The mountain wind blew and brought the sound of the piano and sang, which seemed to be far and near.
"…There is such a spring scenery…. The clouds are rolling in the morning and evening…. It is hard to say that lovesickness is hard to describe…”
Xue Qing could only hear the male voice intermittently and deep, and couldn't help but hold on.
She rarely had entertainment in her previous life, but modern media entertainment was everywhere. She also listened to many songs, but she didn't feel that this sentence was beautiful... I don't know if it was beautiful or the sound was moving.
She was stunned and there was a group of people coming through the rocks in front of her, and Xue Qing's eyes lit up.
This is a group of 16 or 17 years old, all of whom are in green shirts and long robes, holding books or bamboo fans in their hands, and there are also people hanging flutes and jade flutes around their waists. They are of different heights, tallness and handsomeness, and have white faces. Although their facial features are different, their eyebrows are full of energy and youthful atmosphere.
The singing, the piano, the beautiful scenery, and the youth are like a fairyland on earth.
Xue Qing suddenly couldn't help but get out of sight.
Whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, school is a good place, and studying is a good choice.
....
Standing on the stacks of rocks, you can overlook the scenery of the mountain from a high place. The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, making the sound of the piano and singing suddenly less interesting.
"Brother Liantang, what are you doing?" Zhang Shuangtong said dissatisfiedly, shook the big red robe sleeves, put down the guqin, and listened to it again. The singing among the rocks on the other side also stopped, with only the lingering sounds lingering, "Look, sweep the Yaxing of Leting, he left."
Zhang Liantang took a step toward the rocks and pointed the flute outward.
"The top scholar is here." He smiled.
Zhang Shuangtong exclaimed, stood up and looked down at the mountain, and saw a doorman leading a young man with a basket on the mountain road.
The young man was also wearing a blue shirt, but perhaps because he was thin, the blue shirt was swaying on his body. As he got closer, he could see that his face was only the size of a palm, with a pointed chin, and his eyes were narrow and long. He seemed to be squinting, but in fact, his eyes were slightly turned and he was looking around.
"So young." Zhang Shuangtong said, disappointed, "and ugly... Why do you think your own good things are something that makes everyone like?"
Zhang Liantang tucked the flute around his waist.
"Let's go, see how he makes Mr. Qingxia like it." he said.
.....
Xue Qing followed the doorman to a thatched cottage. The cottage was flat and there were straw mats on the stone floor. More than a dozen people were sitting in front of it. The older one was seventeen or eighteen years old and the younger one was eleven or two years old. At this time, they were all facing the white paper on the several cases and thought hard and did not observe external objects.
Two boys in the same dress were standing at the door of the cottage, staring at these people with sharp eyes, and also seeing Xue Qing walking towards him.
"...Why are you here again?" a boy frowned and said, "Didn't you say you won't recruit you anymore?"
The boy who led the way raised his nose and tilted his head at Xue Qing with his hands in his arms.
"It was said that the sir agreed to accept it." He said.
As soon as this was said, more than a dozen people who thought hard all looked up and looked at it, looking surprised and envious.
In addition to the original students of the society, Mr. Qingxia only recruited a hundred people this time, and now only ten people are left... Isn't this young man taking away one of them? Isn't it jealous?
I don’t know where this child prodigy can make Mr. Qingxia value it so much.
The boy was obviously a little surprised, so he looked at Xue Qing.
"Let me go and ask sir," he said, turned around and entered the cottage, and came out after a while.
Seeing his expression, Xue Qing's heart sank.
"Sir, since Xue Qing, you are determined to take the top scorer, he dare not delay your future. Please ask for another wise man." The boy raised his chin and said with a crisp voice.
Yes... it's too much.
Chapter completed!