The whole city knows we are locked

Yan Chuyin rushed to the prime minister's mansion in a hurry, and when she was halfway there, she suddenly realized that the Taixue would not be on vacation today, and Shen Yu must not be in the prime minister's mansion right now.Speaking of which, the Imperial College is not on holiday today!

Yan Chuyin sighed, and told the coachman to turn around and go to the Imperial College.

He went to the morning court, and then chatted with the emperor for a long time, and then returned home and boasted for a long time, and then took a bath and changed clothes to go to Shen Yu... After all this, he must be late for school.Not a little later, but too late!Even if Master wants to close one eye, they can't just pretend to be blind!

And this month, the person in charge of checking attendance is one of the strictest masters in the Imperial College.He is a studious person, except for reading books, his other desires are suppressed to a very low level, and he feels like he has no desires and no desires.Such a person is not afraid of offending Xin Lehou, not even the emperor, anyway the emperor will not kill innocent people indiscriminately!

Therefore, when Yan Chuyin swaggered into the school, both Xiaohe and Jiang Sheng were very surprised.It's so amazing that he even escaped the most severe Master Sima and was not dragged to stand for punishment. How did Yin Nu do it?

As for Cao Lu... Well, the underachievers are also divided into grades. Both Yan Chuyin and Xiaohe have better grades than Cao Lu, so they are in the same class.As a top student, Cao Lu was alone in another class, so he couldn't see Yan Chuyin's heroic figure.

This is a calligraphy class, and everyone is practicing calligraphy quietly.The Master is not in the classroom.

Because he was still in class, Xiaohe couldn't talk to Yan Chuyin, so he had to pass a note to him.

They have gained experience in deserting in class. Obviously, such things as passing notes must be hidden from the teacher, so they can't use brushes.Because the brush is moving too much.I don’t know when a ghost came up with charcoal pens. From then on, every dandy in the Imperial College has one of them—there are also good students who study hard in the Imperial College, and good students don’t participate in such things—charcoal pens are good for writing, but paper is not. It can't be too soft, too soft will be pierced by a hard pen.Then there was another dandy with a paper mill at home who asked the craftsmen to produce relatively hard paper and cut it into small strips for the dandies who love to pass notes in the Imperial College. In the end, he actually made a lot of money Money, no loss?

Tsk tsk, as expected of a bunch of dandies, they can even open an industrial chain if they miss out in class!

At this time, it is a single table.

Yan Chuyin was sitting on the left of Xiaohe.Xiaohe scribbled a line of words on a small piece of paper with a charcoal pen, and threw it firmly on Yan Chuyin's desk.Yan Chuyin opened the note and took a look, took out the special tool for passing notes from the drawer, filled a small note with eloquence, and was about to crumple it into a ball and throw it to Xiaohe when a hand appeared in front of him.

The teacher entered the classroom at some point, and the note was taken away by the teacher.

The master read the words on the paper directly: "Because of the young master, I went to court early in the morning... Huh?"

The master originally wanted to teach these dudes a little lesson, thinking that there was some little secret on the note, and reading it directly could make Xin Lehou lose face among his classmates.The master hopes that he can learn a lesson from this incident, it doesn't matter if his grades are not good, at least he will behave better in class in the future.The results on the paper were unexpected.

The master read the words on the note three times.

The students' attention was concentrated.I thought that the master and Xin Lehou would have to "fight wits and courage" again, but I didn't expect the master to stand there in a daze, and then swipe the ground, and tears flowed out of him.

Students: "!!!"

This... What did Xin Lehou write on the note to make the master cry?

Or was Xin Lehou smeared some kind of eye-irritating drug on the note?

But carefully observing the expression on the Master's face, he didn't feel like it.

Yan Chuyin was very confused, stood up quickly, and hurriedly walked around the master: "Hey...why are you crying! Let's wipe away the tears first? Where is my handkerchief... Xiaoniao, hurry up, give me a handkerchief !"

The master is not young, about 40 years old, with a mottled beard, most of the black beard is mixed with a little white beard.An old man cried so "pear blossoms with rain", it really made the young students overwhelmed!

Xiao He was holding a scallion-flavored handkerchief in a dilemma: "Fatty Cao took it away and wiped his mouth this morning." I don't know when it was touched by Fatty Cao. What a bad friend. After wiping his mouth, he still sneaked I stuffed it back.

Yan Chuyin had no choice but to hand over a sleeve to her master.

The master squeezed Yan Chuyin's sleeve, choked up and said, "It's okay, this old man is...just moved."

As an emotional literati, how could he not be moved when he saw the great love and righteousness in the hearts of the students in his class?Especially this student is still the head of all the dudes who have been giving him headaches—Xin Lehou!

The master looked at Yan Chuyin with teary eyes: "Master Yan Xiaohou, I thank you on behalf of all the scholars in the world."

If it wasn't for Yan Chuyin who stopped him quickly, the master would even bow to him.

It took about a quarter of an hour before the master calmed down, wiped his eyes and said, "The old man has lost his temper." He didn't feel embarrassed, he cried when he should cry, and laughed when he should laugh, which is called having an ancient style.The master raised the small note in his hand: "Master Yan, please let me take this note away, I want to show it to other masters."

After confirming that Master would stop crying, Yan Chuyin heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "Please go ahead."

When class was over, the master took a small note and left in a hurry.All the classmates gathered around, and Xiaohe was the first to ask: "Xinle! Tell me, what did you do! You went to court early in the morning, and then what?"

According to Yan Chuyin's personality, he should be showing off.But watching his wife cry this scene, he had an inexplicable emotion in his heart, and suddenly he couldn't show off, and he only spoke two paragraphs dryly.

At this time, Cao Lu ran to their classroom while shouting: "Xinle! Xinle, guess what I heard? Master Yan suggested that Master Niu write a fu for you. Master Sima said, in terms of qualifications, Master Niu It’s not as good as him, so this fu should be written by him... Awesome, Xinle, Master Sima actually wants to write a fu for you!”

Yan Chuyin: "!!!"

Among the relatively young masters in the Imperial College, Master Niu is best at writing Fu.He has excellent literary talent, and when important celebrations need to be written and recited, the Ministry of Rites often goes to the Imperial College to borrow people.And Master Sima is even more powerful.Let's put it this way, each of his narrative poems and long fu will be regarded as spiritual food by scholars.

Cao Lu had already run up to Yan Chuyin: "I heard from my masters that you seem to have done something big. What did you do? Could it be that you went to help people beat the drums early in the morning? Or...beheaded corrupt officials? ?”

Even Mr. Gao, the Superintendent of the Imperial College, had a different expression when he mentioned Yan Chuyin!The eyes suddenly softened, didn't they?Mr. Gao is in charge of all the affairs of the Imperial College, usually does not teach students, and does not communicate much with students.Mr. Gao was at the court today, and he saw that "famous scene" with his own eyes. When the masters were discussing in full swing, Mr. Gao also looked eager to try: "Actually, my literary talent is not bad..."

Cao Lu grabbed Yan Chuyin's arm excitedly: "Did you know? You are now the light of the Imperial College!"

Yan Chuyin: "..."

Ahhhhh, what happened to the light of the Imperial College!

Why do you suddenly feel so ashamed?