Master Zhang Guanglu of Tai Xuetang is said to be famous for his strictness. He once taught two generations of emperors. In terms of qualifications, no one is older than him.
Among so many students, who dares not to buy Mr. Zhang’s face?
Who dares to blatantly sleep in front of his old man?
There were more than twenty students in front of the desk, all between the ages of seven and twelve, and they all stared with strange eyes at the little guy who was sleeping on the desk and didn't know who he was.
Xiaodouzi, who was accompanying the student, had called into his little master's ear three times and pulled it a few times, but the little master showed no response and continued to fall into a deep sleep.
Xiaodouzi looked at Zhang Guanglu who walked in front of his little master with a smile, and boldly kicked Yun Qin with all his strength.
Yunqin jumped up with a "Oh!" and shouted with excitement, "Call it off, go home for dinner, Xiaodouzi and Xiaobaozi, pack up and leave! Finally, this old man has finished reciting the sutra, and I am almost exhausted!"
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A group of children from aristocratic families couldn't help laughing, and some even punched the table with laughter.
Bastard! Only then did Yun Qin notice the old master's old face, which was as black as coal. He grinned and giggled twice, "Husband, master..."
"That's unreasonable!" The old master pointed out his two fingers and scolded someone angrily. He couldn't stop talking without stopping. The citation of scriptures from the founding of the country by Taizu Taizong to the present... Yunqin was amazed by the level of verbosity.
The Master muttered repeatedly and turned around. Yunqin picked up a pair of little paws and followed the Master in a square step. Following the Master's example, he stretched out his fat little fingers and circled in the air.
Nodding, shaking his head, and mumbling incessantly...
The other children fainted with laughter. They all held their bellies in their hands and looked at Yun Qin staggering around.
As soon as the master turned around, Yun Qin immediately lowered his head, pretending to be sincerely repentant.
The master then stepped up the steps and continued to talk.
Yunqin took off a piece of paper, drew a few hasty strokes on it, and threw it to an eight-year-old boy behind her.
The little boy had red lips, white teeth, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was very lovable. He was the only guy who didn't smile like the others.
Yun Qin also winked at him.
The little boy looked down and couldn't help but laugh.
Another ten-year-old child behind him couldn't help but snatch the paper from his hand, took a look at it, and burst out laughing.
At this time, a little girl about seven years old with bright eyes and white teeth suddenly raised her hand and stood up, ran forward, presented what Yun Qin had drawn to Master, and gave Yun Qin a sideways glance, "Master, yes
She drew it.”
As a result, when the Master took a look at Yun Qin's painting of the Tang Priest wearing a melon-skin hat, and discovered that the Tang Priest's face was very similar to his own, he was so angry that his face turned green.