Nightwatcher

　　 The capital is full of flowers, and there are early stalls everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an solves food and clothing at the breakfast stalls away from the county’s two streets.

　　 The stall owner is a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, dressed in a black apron, smiling humbly at everyone.

　　 The craftsmanship is not bad. Xu Qi'an is satisfied with the food. The only drawback is that the people of Dafeng Capital like to eat sweets. Soy milk is nothing but tofu brains also contain sugar.

　　 Xu Qi'an didn't plan to make perfection in this heretical city. He told the stallholders not to put sugar in, and added soy sauce, lard, green onion, and minced garlic.

　　 In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three dishes of side dishes.

　　 After eating, Xu Qi'an is ready to pay.

　　 "Master, you are being polite. It is my blessing that you can come to me for breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's service and refused to ask for money.

　　 His eyes swept across the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, his eyes flashed with distress.

　　 "Really not?"

　　 The stall owner swallowed, and Xu Qi'an ate four or five people for this breakfast. It was originally a small business for food and drink. He was greedy and barely make ends meet.

　　 But I still dare not ask for it...I really dare not ask for it.

　　 "No need, how can I collect your money." The stall owner knew at first glance that he had been beaten up by society.

　　 "Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, you can go away, don't disturb me." Xu Qi'an waved away the stall owner.

　　 The stall owner left without any promise.

"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has been long-standing. If the subordinates are not rectified for a day, the lives of the people will not get better." Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner, remembering his painful eyes and afraid to ask for money, pitiful Like a beggar.

　　 "From ancient times to the present, the most harmful to the common people is always the fly that the big men can't see."

　　 He took out ten cents from his pocket, folded it on the table, and left in silence.

　　 "Finally gone..." The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, and came over to clean up the dishes.

　　 What a bad luck! He thought annoyed.

When 　　 came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates on the table. The catcher not only paid, but also paid more.

　　 The stall owner hurried out a few steps, only to see the looming business suit in the crowd, which had already gone very far.

　　 He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

　　 For the first time in so many years, he met a subordinate staff member who gave food and money.

　　......

　　 After Xu Qi'an finished, he went to the back hall and asked the magistrate Zhu for leave. Old Zhu readily agreed.

　　 hurriedly returned to Xu's house and pushed open the door of Erlang's room. The brothers nodded tacitly. Xu Erlang held out a set of white Confucian shirts that had been prepared for a long time, covered with light gray moire.

　　 Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure-colored gown on the little brother's body, and suggested: "This one looks good on Erlang, let's change it."

　　 Xu New Year sneered, his expression seemed to say: You are thinking about fart.

　　 For a martial artist in the refined realm, the scholar's Confucian shirt is really not fit, muscles are full, and the figure is strong, which will support the loose Confucian shirt.

　　 And the aesthetics of scholars is: two sleeves fluttering, clothes fluttering.

　　 The two brothers left Xu Mansion, rented two yellow horses for a couple of dollars, and left the capital quickly.

　　The destination of their trip is Qingyun Mountain, 60 miles away in the suburbs of Beijing. There is an academy in the mountain, the famous Yunlu Academy in the world!

　　 Qingyun Mountain was not originally called Qingyun Mountain, and the specific name has been forgotten. Since Yunlu Academy is located here, the sound of reading is endless, and the refreshing breath is filled the sky.

　　 was renamed "Qingyun Mountain".

　　 The two drove side by side on the official road. An hour later, Xu Qi'an looked far away and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy buildings.

　　 "Farewell, my brother has always been curious."

　　 Xu Qi'an slowed down the horse, and after his cousin also reined his horse, the two horses changed from running to trotting.

　　 "Did you say that the saint is Yipin?"

　　 He is very curious about the major systems of this world, but unfortunately lacks channels to understand.

　　 Xu New Year proudly raised his chin: "Do you think I would know?"

　　 If you don’t know, you don’t know, why is such a proud expression... Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued:

　　 "How long has the saint lived, do you know?"

　　Xu New Year nodded: "At the age of 82."

　　 a dignified sage, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, he wouldn't be bad even if he didn't have a first-class product. He only lived 82 years old?

　　Well, it's a longevity for ordinary people in this era, but the world's military value is unusual.

　　 Even a saint can’t live forever?

　　 Well, I can’t rush to a conclusion, after all I know too little information...

　　 "Yunlu Academy does not accept outsiders. This is a rule. Even I cannot get the teacher to agree." Xu Xinnian said:

　　 "Brother is really sure?"

　　 Xu Qi'an shook his head: "It's human actions."

　　 They decided to send the female family members of the family to Yunlu Academy before starting the operation, so that even if they were retaliated by the servants of the Ministry of Households, Yunlu Academy could shelter the female family members of the Xu Family.

The tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box, and this mess can't get through, right.....Hey, if it is not handled well, it is another crisis of destruction... Behind the new year, she left behind.

　　 Not convinced by the new year, Xu waved his horse whip and started a competition with his cousin.

　　......

　　 Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful, if it is not for the fresh air, it is no different from the ordinary wild mountains.

　　 There are courtyards, attics, squares, and waterfalls in the mountains...The trails of bluestone slabs are like spider webs, connecting these places together.

　　In an attic on the edge of a cliff, there is no wall on the side of the cliff on the second floor of the private room. Standing on the side of the corridor, you can overlook the vast plain and the outline of the distant mountains.

　　 Li Mubai, a great power player who vowed never to play chess, stood by the corridor with a scroll in his hand, listening to the heated argument between two friends behind him:

　　 "I made a mistake at this step, I want to start again, I don't care."

　　 "Liu Zi has no regrets, this is the rule."

　　 "The saint said: If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and you will never be good."

　　 "Does saint mean this?"

"Is not it?"

　　 "Old thief, do you want to talk to me? That's okay. Only one of us can leave alive today."

　　 "The old man didn't grow up vegetarian."

　　 Li Mubai shook his head, "Two stinky chess baskets."

　　 One of the two people behind him is Zhang Shen, the master of warfare, and the other is an old man wearing a black robe with a long beard on his chest.

　　Chen Tai, written by Youping, one of the four Confucian scholars in Yunlu Academy.

　　 The four Confucian scholars have their own characteristics. Li Mubai is a chess player, and Zhang Shen is proficient in the art of war. Yang Gong, a Ziyang layman who served as the chief envoy of Qingzhou, is good at scholarship.

　　 And this Chen Youping has a talent for ruling the country, and his "Administration of the Country" is very popular in the officialdom of Dafeng.

　　 Li Mubai turned and left the corridor and returned to the elegant room, interrupting the two arguing:

　　 "Where is the dean?"

　　 "The eldest princess is here, and the dean is with him." Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.

　　 Li Mubai said "Oh" and nodded.

　　Chen Tai sighed and said, "Chun Wei will be three months later. The students in the college are not very interested in studying. I went to the dormitory last night and there were very few readers."

　　 "The only few lights that illuminate the chessboard are also on the chessboard..." As he said, he stretched his hand across the chessboard and disrupted the chess pieces. He was heartbroken: "Playing things lose their minds."

　　 "Shameless old thief!" Zhang Shen was furious~www.ltnovel.com~ If you lose, you will lose your ambition. If you win, you will show off your power. "You are the same as Li Mubai, you can't afford it."

　　 "What to do with me!" Li Mubai was angry.

　　 Speaking of this topic, the three great scholars fell into silence.

　　 Yunlu Academy’s students have a difficult career career. Even if they are selected for the examination, it is difficult for them to remain in the officialdom. They are often sent to the poor villages and remote areas to become officials, or thrown into a corner of the corner to become moldy.

　　 This greatly affected the imperial examination enthusiasm of the college students.

　　The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said solemnly: "This wind cannot grow, you have to raise the enthusiasm of the students in the imperial examination."

　　 Chen Tai nodded with a serious face: "Even if you are struggling to support it, you have to keep going. Yunlu Academy can't stop the officialdom."

　　 Li Mubai pondered and said, "Open a hall to persuade you to learn, and let the courtyard come forward."

　　 Zhang Shen twisted a chess piece: "The dean persuaded him to learn every year, and if he tried his best to fail again, it would not have much effect."

　　 Chen Tai frowned, "We have to change a new way to let the students study **** their own and pay attention to Chunwei."

　　 "How about writing an article?" he proposed.

　　 "Thanksgiving." Li Mubai shook his head.

　　 "Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen took a sip of tea, and said: "Since ancient times, poems have moved people's hearts. To make a shocking poem is much better than opening a school to persuade you to learn."

　　 After finishing speaking, the three great scholars looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

　　 Da Feng Rulin, poetry has been weak for a long time.

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