When Xue Qing rushed to the foot of Liudaoquan Mountain, Xue's mother cried, made a fuss and hanged as she expected, which attracted countless people from all over the society to watch. Xue Qing even saw Mr. Si Ge in it, squatting on a rock and knocking melon seeds while watching with relish.
Xue’s mother didn’t come alone. Xue Qing saw Zenyi, and Zenyi also saw Xue Qing squeezing through the crowd.
"Xue Qing." She ran over and grabbed Xue Qing's arm with a panic expression, "Auntie is going to kneel up the mountain step by step."
Asking for Buddha, Xue Qing reached out and pressed her forehead. She hurried forward. Sure enough, she saw Xue's mother kneeling on the ground at the mountain gate. The two doormen were blocking the road with a gray face. They had been following the husband for so long, and they had all had great scholars. They had never seen a woman making trouble.
When he saw Xue Qing, he was relieved and furious.
"Xue Qing, what do you mother and son want to do!" They scolded. There was no way for the woman to not soak in oil and salt. Xue Qing was a scholar who was known as a scholar, so he should know etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame.
Xue Qing said: "I don't want to do anything, my mother is just sad."
Xue hugged her and cried, saying, "Son, it's all useless for your mother. You are tired and you are looked down upon. Your father is determined to study, but it's because your mother has no ability to support you and delay you."
As he said that, the man who died was crying again, "I have no shame to see you even if I die..." He stroked Xue Qing's face and burst into tears, "Master Guo asked for this opportunity. My son, you were unable to worship Mr. Qingxia, it was all my mother's burden... Mom didn't educate you well..."
She didn't just scream, she cried softly, and she didn't make a noise, either crying or talking, so that the onlookers could watch it with comfort and freedom, and could listen.
Someone asked and explained the whole story. The discussions in front of the mountain gate were buzzing. There were also many students in the society who were looking at the fun. What kind of style is it? Why don’t the servants in the palace come? The doorman was sweating anxiously.
There was a quarrel with a child running over hurriedly.
"Sir, let Xue Qing come in," he said.
Xue's mother's crying stopped, and the onlookers were also surprised.
The little boy looked at them condescendingly and said, "Sir, your behavior is abominable, but your mother is pitiful, so I will give you another chance."
As soon as this statement came out, people around him praised: "Sir, Gao Yi!"
The embarrassment was resolved, and the judgement was made immediately, and the teacher was still very good, Xue Qing smiled.
Xue's mother grabbed her arm and whispered, "No matter who is higher or lower, he wants his reputation, we want our benefits, and we will not suffer any loss." She pushed Xue Qing, "Go quickly." She bent down and bowed, raised her sleeves and covered her face and cried, thanking her sir.
Zen Yi was also excited and tears were pressing Xue Qing, "Go quickly and go quickly..." and encouraged him, "You are well-documented, don't be afraid, and write another poem for you..."
Xue Qing nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry."
Xue’s mother needs Mr. Qingxia’s name to keep them in the Guo family. She also needs Mr. Qingxia’s name to cover up her own affairs.
Xue's mother's fuss was just right for her. She followed the little boy inward and helped Xue's mother watch with her heart.
Just like the last time, I heard many students coming out of the bustling mountains and forests, standing on the side of the road or looking down from the rocks, the difference is that there are many voices and discussions this time.
"Yeah, it looks familiar."
"Sanshilang?"
"Xue Qing, you are here, haven't told you yet, you are deceiving me..."
This is an acquaintance. Xue Qing looked over there, raised his hand and booed Zhang Dian, and said, "I want to see sir, don't make a noise."
Zhang Nian stopped and said, watching Xue Qing walk away, then came to his senses, followed a few steps and shouted: "...You tell me well..."
When Zhang Liantang heard the news, he only saw Xue Qing's back.
"I hope he won't be irritated this time." He said, shaking the folding fan in his hand. "When you have a high posture, you should lower it. You can bend and stretch your husband."
Zhang Shuangtong said, "But I'm afraid he doesn't want to be a husband."
This kid sometimes looks like a real man, and sometimes... Zhang Liantang shook his head, a little bit unable to see through it.
Zhang Shuangtong suddenly exclaimed and said, "Leting."
Zhang Liantang heard the sound and saw a tall young man standing among a group of students watching the fun in the mountains and forests ahead.
"Is he watching the fun too?" Zhang Shuangtong said, covering his eyes with a fan, "He actually has this free time?"
Zhang Liantang pointed with a fan and said, "Pei Yanzi is here too."
Zhang Shuangtong yelled, saw a young man walking towards the other direction, and said, "Oh, by the way, it is said that yesterday, Xinglushe wrote a good poem praised by the magistrate. Let's go, congratulations on going."
Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong also watched the dragon boat, but they only watched the dragon boat. They were not interested in writing poems and lyrics. A group of young people returned home drunk and drunk. They were scolded by their families. Of course, they were incomparable to compare other people's children.
"Pei Yanzi made poems praised by the prefect... Look at you..."
"We seem to have received praise from the prefect..."
"...can that be the same? That is poetry, literary talent..."
The Pei family is also a century-old clan in Chang'an City. Compared to the Liu family's attitude of showing that they are a century-old clan when they come in, the Pei family is much more calm, but at the same time, it is not far away or close to others, and it is even more difficult to get close to.
Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong stepped forward and said, "Young Master Yan Zi, congratulations."
Pei Yanzi raised his hand and returned the greeting, saying, "Happy together."
Pei Yanzi spoke cleverly, so did this mean that they were all praised by the prefect?
"I don't dare. We are just having fun and dare not compare with Young Master Yan Zi's poetry club." Zhang Shuangtong said with a smile.
Pei Yanzi smiled and said, "Xue Qing."
Yi?What? Zhang Shuangtong looked at him, while Zhang Liantang folded his fan and slapped it.
"He!" he said, a little surprised and a little unbelievable, "He?"
Pei Yanzi smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, he."
Zhang Liantang snorted.
Zhang Shuangtong didn't understand and said, "What are you fighting for the mystery?"
Zhang Liantang looked at him and said, "The person who wrote a poem yesterday was Xue Qing who praised the magistrate."
Ha! Zhang Shuangtong slapped his head with the folding fan in his hand, which was incredible.
"Then there is no need to worry today." He said, pointing to Mr. Qingxia's cottage.
Can't such talents convince Mr. Qingxia?
The little boy stopped at the door and did not let her wait like last time. Instead, he directly bowed and sang to the inside: "Sir, Xue Qing is here."
A huh came from inside, and the little boy moved away and snorted: "Please go in."
Xue Qing cleaned his clothes to show respect. He walked into the door and looked up and saw a middle-aged scholar standing a few steps away, looking at her.
Is this Mr. Qingxia? Just as she commented at the beginning, she is not ugly, but her nose is tall and serious, making her face look straight and serious. Well, she is indeed the style of a famous teacher.
Xue Qing leaned over and bowed and said, "Xue Qing has met Mr. Xue Qing." But he didn't hear Mr. Qingxia let him get up... Xue Qing stood up by himself. Seeing Mr. Qingxia was still looking at her, she looked very seriously, as if she wanted to see something.
Chapter completed!