As the sky gets brighter, the morning market in Hengxiang becomes more and more lively.
What happened around Ning'an Building last night was bound to become a hot topic. When students were rushing to school and passed the morning market, they couldn't help but stop and listen.
Before Dongping University moved south, Hengxiang originally had three major schools and six major private schools.
One of the schools, mostly students from poor families, is located near the morning market and is called Lianfeng Academy.
The old dean, whose surname is Yang, is old, but he likes to keep fit. When he gets up early, he always does a few sets of boxing by the pool behind the academy.
Over the years, more and more people practice martial arts with the old dean. No matter how cold or hot the weather is, there are about twenty people every day.
After practicing a few sets of boxing skills, the old dean left, wearing only a white thin shirt and a tough body. He wiped his sweat and walked back slowly towards the academy.
Everyone else was talking about what happened last night, but the old dean just listened casually without expressing any opinion.
As he was about to enter the academy, a child's crisp voice sounded: "Dean Yang."
The old dean and others looked at the boy on the roadside. The little boy had a pair of shining black eyes, and he showed a bold and naughty temper.
"Dean Yang," the little boy said, holding a letter in his hand, "Captain Qiu asked me to give it to you!"
"Captain Qiu!" The people next to the old dean were stunned and looked at the old dean.
The old dean didn't like dealing with these people, but he had to fight them.
He received the letter without knowing why. The old dean put his hands behind his back and was about to go in. When the boy said again: "Old dean, look at it now!"
The old dean frowned and looked at the boy displeased.
The boy was a little scared, but he was brave and said again: "Oh, look at it now!"
"Have a look!" the old dean muttered, "I'll just take a look."
When I thought about it, I felt strange why Captain Qiu would let a little boy deliver the letter.
After tearing open the envelope, the old dean unfolded the letter and said, "What a handsome word!"
Others wanted to see how handsome he was, but they couldn't get close enough. They saw the old dean's eyebrows raised high. As soon as he put away the letter, he immediately looked at the boy: "Where is she?!"
"Come!" said the boy, "I will take you there!"
"You go back and preside over morning classes first!" The old dean looked at the people behind him, "I'll be back in a quarter of an hour!"
After taking the boy for a few steps, the old dean turned back and said: "Maybe half an hour, not even, maybe an hour!"
Talking incoherently, the old dean pulled the boy's legs and ran, disappearing in a flash.
The area near the morning market was lively, but it was still early and the biggest teahouse hadn't started business yet, so it was quite deserted when we entered.
The boy sent the old dean here and left. The shopkeeper who had been waiting for a long time at the door held a thick robe in his hand: "Dean Yang, come on! Don't let you freeze!"
The old dean came to pick him up. His robe was very thick. He had been practicing his skills for a while, and the heat was fading away. His thin clothes were really hard to keep out the cold.
After the old dean put on his robe, the shopkeeper led him to the box on the second floor.
The warmth was rising in the private room, and the incense burner with entangled peonies and green leaves was burning the best quality agarwood. A girl with a rather elegant figure was sitting in front of the red cedar lacquer coffee table, writing a letter.
After sending the old dean over, the shopkeeper didn't stay long, said a few polite greetings, closed the door and left.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up, smiled and said: "Dean, please."
The old dean frowned and walked over. In front of the girl was a piece of letter paper that was drying, and many of them were put into envelopes and folded aside.
The old dean looked at the girl from the letter paper: "...Are you Miss Ali? Was it you who wrote me the letter?"
The sound of vendors selling tea and snacks can be heard from time to time. The interior is elegant and the exterior is elegant. The two complement each other but are not in conflict.
The conflict is between the girl's too young and immature face and her fame that is so popular in the world.
"I'm Ah Li," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Dean, what do you think of the study of world life proposed in the letter?"
The old dean held the letter, paused, and sat down opposite her.
It's hard to look at the drying papers, but they are all over the table, and there's nowhere for my eyes to rest.
"Miss Ali," the old dean said in a heavy voice, "Dongping Academy is in Hengxiang, why did you come to Lianfeng Academy?"
"In addition to Dongping Academy, Hengxiang has many colleges. Why didn't the dean ask me why I chose them?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Why?" the old dean asked.
"Because there are many students from poor families in Lianfeng Academy, choosing Lianfeng Academy to hold seminars will also give these students an extra chance."
The old dean nodded, he also wanted to fight for this opportunity for the poor students in the college.
"But I don't know if it can be done to study theory in troubled times," the old dean frowned, "not many people are willing to run around in troubled times."
"That's why I chose my name to die," Xia Zhaoyi said calmly, "Dean, in my humble opinion, no matter in prosperous or troubled times, there are always a large number of people in the world who have unappreciated talents and lack of opportunities. Some people even
They all have talent but don't know it, and they all need this discussion to prove themselves. The dean is a person who cherishes talent, and he must not be able to bear it.
"Hmm... But what if this person who has gained a great reputation in the field of world theory is used by a tyrant, abandons the light and turns to darkness, and helps Zhou to do evil? What should we do?"
"Dean," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "who is the hero, who is the hero, who is the bright one and who is the dark one will only be known in the history books a hundred years later."
"The winner is the king or the loser," the old dean nodded and added, "However, I heard something a few days ago... that it was between Miss Ali and Prince Daping... Miss Ali, are you not afraid?"
"Good birds choose trees to roost on, and this tree may not be willing to be a good bird, especially a good bird from Hengxiang."
"Hengxiang," the old dean said, "Yes, Hengxiang."
Hengxiang was originally a quaint and scholarly place, but in recent years, it has become the focus of troubled times due to Dongping University.
Also because Dongping Academy, compared to those state capitals that have turned into hells on earth, Hengxiang has always been stable and stable.
And, when it comes to Dongping Academy, ever since Ji Chou's late career incident, Dongping Academy has always had a vague connection with the girl A Li in front of him in the eyes of the world.
In recent years, Mrs. Zhao's Ning'an Building has become more and more famous in Hengxiang, and Mrs. Zhao and this girl A Li, I don't know when they got together, and their relationship has become so good that everyone knows.
Therefore, Song Zhiyi may not dare to use the talents from Hengxiang...
And talents who want to join Song Zhiyi will definitely not come to Hengxiang to study the world.
The old dean thought, looking back at the girl in front of him.
Over the years, "Girl Ah Li" disappeared, and only reappeared in the eyes of the world a few months ago.
So much so that the old dean almost forgot that in addition to the reputation of "Ali" that she had earned on her own, she also had another extremely honorable identity.
"Miss Ali, are you really... the daughter of Duke Dingguo?" the old dean said, his voice unconsciously trembled because of the words Dingguo Gong.
