It turns out that this is Xue Qing.

The sight of more than a dozen students fell on the young man... It was just funny if there was no worship.

Although I have never met Xue Qing, Daming has been admired for a long time. After all, he is the first person to claim the top scorer in the exam.

So many scholars have the purpose of studying, whether they are studying or have a clear morality, and of course they are more likely to enter the imperial examination, but the most courageous crazy student only dares to say that he has won a Jinshi. Who dares to call him the top scorer to the outside world... The top scorer is not as common as Dabaicai.

What's even more annoying is that the purpose of winning the top scorer was to marry a wife, which was simply a disgrace to him. It was a pity that he dared to come to worship Mr. Qingxia as his teacher.

The students laughed louder.

"Go away quickly, don't dirty the place here." Someone even said bluntly.

Xue Qing didn't care about these ridicule, just looked at the boy.

"It was Mr. Qingxia who asked me to come." She said.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"Sir said it was just for you to come and have a look," he said, "you take a look now."

He pointed at the dozen students present.

“Look at what everyone is doing.”

Xue Qing glanced at him.

"Have you read a book?" the boy raised his chin and asked, "Do you know how to make art? Do you know what learning is?"

Xue Qing shook her head.

This made the laughter around him even louder, and Zhang Liantang, who was standing in the distance, also laughed.

"Will he say that Mr. Qingxia is not familiar with him, so he looks down on him?" he said.

Zhang Shuangtong sniffed.

"Wouldn't that be stupid?" he said.

"This child is sharp-tongued and sarcastic, let's see what he says." Zhang Liantang said.

....

There are some differences here, and more people looked at it curiously and asked.

"Mr. is taking the exam for students who want to become disciples."

"What's going on with that standing?"

"Say it's Xue Qing."

"Oh, is that Xue Qing?"

"Who will marry a wife from the top scorer in the exam?"

Xue Qing’s famous students also knew that many people were curious to come and see the fun.

...

"Nothing can be done..." The boy rolled his eyes and pointed at a few cases. "You go and sit down and answer the questions to see."

Is this still a chance? The students present whispered in dissatisfaction.

Xue Qing did not sit down as he said.

"What question is answered?" she asked.

The little boy curled his lips.

"You can't make art, just write a little article." He said, thinking for a while, "What do you think of Mr. Qingxia?"

Mr. Qingxia's behavior followed the saint's way. It was easy to draw out one of them and write them. The students here couldn't hide their envy. This was much easier than their questions.

...

The little boy's voice was loud, and Zhang Liantang and the other two, who were standing not far away, also heard it.

"Ye..." Zhang Shuangtong said, "Sir, did you really collect money from the Guo family?"

Zhang Liantang doesn’t agree.

"Sir, since you promise someone to come, you always have to give me an explanation." He said, "Sir, this is not about people in terms of identity. Give him a chance. Whether you can seize it depends on himself. Don't blame others."

Xue Qing still stood still and didn't move.

She doesn't know Mr. Qingxia and has no opinion on her person. If she has to say anything, she has opinion on Fairy Qingxia.

Thinking of this, she smiled.

"It's very good-looking," she said.

What the hell? Shutong was stunned, and the students present were also stunned.

Without waiting for them to come to their senses, Xue Qing turned around and walked out with the basket.

"You, what are you doing?" Shutong reacted and shouted.

Xue Qing did not look back, but just waved his hand lightly.

"I'll go home," she said.

The whole house was in an uproar again.

....

Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong were also stunned, and Zhang Liantang chuckled first.

"This child is not only sharp-tongued, but also arrogant," he said.

Zhang Shuangtong knocked on the folding fan in her hand and laughed.

"It's interesting and interesting. You dare to say that the gentleman looks good." He said, "Is this teasing the gentleman?"

Although there was no disciple to guide the way, Xue Qing also returned accurately. He just came to the silent road of time and space. Many people appeared on the rocks on both sides. The young students who were originally scattered in the mountains gathered over, either curious, disdainful or indifferent to Xue Qing.

Such a cross-section of so many gazes is really a bit timid, but Xue Qing still looked calm and his steps were steady, and his eyes were still looking at the onlookers.

As they stood closer, they could see their descriptions better than before. Although they were not as handsome as everyone was, their youthful atmosphere and the fragrance of books were all very refreshing... This is something that Xue Qing could not see in the slums on the streets in daily life.

Xue Qing looked at them without hesitation.

They looked at her, she looked at them, and saw the mountain gate all the way, leaving these young students behind.

I don’t know what the book boy, the students and Mr. Qingxia are feeling at this time, and whether they think their backs are cool or stupid, Xue Qing is very happy anyway.

He actually made things difficult for her.

That's right, that's just making things difficult, or establishing her authority.

I clearly told me to come, but after I came, I made this gesture again. Isn’t this intentional search for trouble? I have no faith!

If you want to talk about the pride of a literati, I can also talk about it... If you don't want me to be a disciple, I don't want you to be a teacher. In the future, you may be able to promote yourself not to be a disciple of Mr. Qingxia, which is also a kind of fame.

Perhaps Mr. Qingxia wants to hurt her temperament, but Xue Qing thinks she doesn't need this kind of thing anymore. She has been hurt for the rest of her life and doesn't want to be hurt again in this life.

She just wants to read a book safely and learn some basic skills that can teach young children. She doesn't really want to take the top scorer.

The doorman who stayed in front of the door didn't know what was going on inside, and was a little stunned when he saw her coming out.

Xue Qing walked over him and walked out of the mountain gate, but did not see Manager Wu and the carriage. Maybe she felt that she had entered the school and came out until dark, so she went back first.

Xue Qing walked along the road to Fuxuegong Street. At this time, the students were all quiet on the Shanshangjia Street. Xue Qing picked up a shaded place and sat down, put the basket filled with squids at his feet.

Should I walk back or wait for them to pick me up?

Just as she was looking at the street scene and suddenly felt a sound beside her, she turned her head and saw a thin hand reaching out to grab her basket.

Xue Qing looked upwards and met a wrinkled old face. The old face also looked at her, smiling like a chrysanthemum blooming.

"There is good wine here." He said, with a serious expression, as if Xue Qing was discussing something.

His hands were still holding the edge of the basket.

Xue Qing nodded with an oh.

"There is good wine," she said.

Perhaps she looked too seriously and looked too peaceful. The old man was too thin and coughed lightly and withdrew his hand and twisted his messy beard.

"Are you here to become a disciple?" he said, with a little sympathy and anger. "This Mr. Qingmei is also too tricky. He looks down on him when he comes to study. He should have accepted them all. It's useless to waste these slander."

"It's Mr. Qingxia." Xue Qing corrected.

The old man waved his hand.

"No matter whether it is plum or Xia, it is wrong to keep the students and not accept them." He said, his eyes falling on Xue Qing's basket again, "I'm not like this."

Xue Qing looked at him.

"My uncle, are you also a teacher?" she asked.

The old man seemed to be waiting for her to ask this sentence, and he was excited and reached out and pointed forward.

"Yes, I've run a sociology, too," he said, "just over there."

Xue Qing saw a house in front of him, with various signs hanging in a dazzling array of signs. He couldn't see the school's signs for a while.

The old man's hand had grabbed the basket again.

"Little kid, do you want to study in my school?" he asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!