Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 253 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

"Where are the two scholars who were with me, and the book boy?" Mu Xuan asked the male ghost lounging on the bed in the room against the rising sun.

The male ghost blinked and said, "They are safe."

After Mu Xuan got the answer, she wasn't worried that he would embarrass Xu Bo and the others. They were probably arranged elsewhere.

In the morning, she tasted the food box placed on the table, and it was even more delicious than what she usually ate.

Mu Xuan was a little puzzled that these foods were very realistic, and the feeling of being full and full after eating was very real and warm, not like everything was illusory in the illusion.

The senses can fake illusions, her feeling of fullness after eating may be fake, but

Isn't she in the illusion created by Fu Xian?

Fu Xian came out of the room, and immediately saw the scholar move a recliner and read a book seriously on the patio.

The scholar turned the pages very quickly. He wrote something on the pages with the ink-stained Langhao pen, and then propped his chin and fell into deep thought. The picture looked very seductive.

It makes people reluctant to disturb the scholar's concentration.

Standing under the eaves of the corridor, Fu Xian stared at the scholar's exquisite face that could be called delicate, lost his mind for a moment, and for a moment his thoughts were in a mess, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he sighed softly in his heart. He actually thought that this scholar would be beautiful in women's clothing. Is he crazy? He hasn't communicated with living people for a long time. Fu Xian suspected that he had some delusional disease.

An oil-paper umbrella was placed next to the porch column, which was brought by the scholar. Fu Xian put his fingers together, and the umbrella flew up flat, as if pulled by a force in mid-air.

A pair of slender and strong hands held the handle of the umbrella, and the knuckle fingers paused for a moment, and a man with the appearance of an exile came out from a corner where the sun could not shine.

Fu Xian opened the umbrella, and the sun poured out, but he couldn't reach him. The moment his sleeves were rolled up by the wind, he looked transparent and ethereal, and his face became paler.

The movement of him coming out attracted Mu Xuan's attention, she paid attention to what the male ghost was going to do, it turned out that he just came out to say hello to her.

Mu Xuan showed a polite smile to the male ghost, and nodded towards him.

Looking lightly, Mu Xuan noticed that the male ghost's hand holding the handle of the umbrella was surprisingly good-looking. His phalanges were slender and clean, with a sculptural beauty.

There seems to be a thick callus on Fu Xian's tiger's mouth, which makes him look less like a senior scholar in his mouth, and more like a general who has practiced martial arts all year round. When he walks, he stands upright, like a sword drawn from its sheath, especially when the shadow is hidden. In the dark shadows, showing a dangerous beauty.

She blinked her eyes, and when she looked again, she was a gorgeous and handsome male ghost, there was no sharp sword out of its sheath.

Mu Xuan looked down at her green and white fingers, felt the warm sun falling on her body, the temperature gradually rose, and the fiery temperature came from the top of her head, which was the continuous heat wave in midsummer.

This time it was even less like the illusion she had guessed. Logically speaking, it was his domain. Fu Xian shouldn't be afraid of the sun, after all, it wasn't real.

"Young master is good at work. He never forgets to get up early to study even when he is living in a temple. Ming Wei really admires him. I don't know what book he is reading? If I have read it, maybe I can talk to you about it."

"I'm reading "Historical Records" biographies." Mu Xuan replied.

She lightly twisted the scroll with her bare hands, looked up at him, and saw that he was wearing a red dress today, and holding an umbrella, he looked like a phoenix about to fly, with a cinnabar mole on the center of his brow, revealing a bit of evil spirit.

The red-clothed beauty's eyes are like autumn water, and her eyes are lingering. Looking at her, she looks like seeing a long-lost lover, with infinite affection.

He opened his mouth and said, "My lord loves the classics and theories? At your age, there are not many people who have obtained the title of scholar. Presumably they are young talents. What does your lord think is the significance of the imperial examination?"

Is this going to discuss the meaning of exam-oriented education with her?
Mu Xuan laughed, seeing that he was serious about the question, she lowered her eyes to think for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Thinking about the past system of selecting talents, the inspection system has become narrower and narrower, and when it falls to the local level, it is often controlled by the local tyrants, and it is difficult for poor families to produce noble children. The Shang family sent their children to the imperial court to compete with the Holy One for power."

"This naturally caused the saint to be dissatisfied."

"In the long run, the disadvantages of this system have become more and more uncontrollable. Therefore, the birth of the imperial examination provides a channel for the blood flow of the upper class and the Han people, and balances the people's livelihood. Only the sage can make the officials clear. The significance of the imperial examination lies in the inheritance of the ancestors. Wisdom will bring peace to future generations."

She spoke every word with cadence, as if she was reciting poetry, and the expression on her face was also very correct, but the occasional cunning of those bright eyes broke her seriousness.

Looks a bit childish, he thought with relief.

A picture flashed in Fu Xian's mind. The gold list was stained by sewage, and it was no longer recognizable. The names of the people on it were blurred.

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. This difficult feeling came and went quickly, so fast that the scholar who was looking at him didn't even notice it.

After Mu Xuan finished speaking, seeing that he didn't respond, she blinked at the male ghost, as if to say "what did I say".

Fu Xian looked as usual, stood in the shadow of the courtyard, smiled slightly, and praised: "Young master is right, the imperial examination is the future that students are desperate for, it is a fish jumping through the dragon's gate, if I am still alive, I must be uneasy at this time , I can’t wait to sleep and forget to eat and sleep in order to have a better chance of winning than others.”

"Young master can calm down. Sleeping and eating are all right. It means that you have a peaceful mind. Why don't you prepare for the exam in the temple? The environment here is quiet and quiet, so you can concentrate on studying. Don't worry, young master. The books you need can be found in my library." Find out, in this Lanruo Temple, books account for more than half of my funeral objects."

Having said so much about the purpose of letting her stay, Fu Xian may be too lonely. When seeing this person, she always thinks about letting "him" stay. If she can't stay in the end, at least stay here for a while. Stay for a while.

He will not delay the scholar's scientific examination, Fu Xian thought, as long as "he" is willing to stay, he will have countless expectations in the days to come, and they can be realized. Last night he slept on the bed, and in his dream was He and the scholar will have a beautiful day together in the future.

Fu Xian thought, since he woke up from the chaos, he has never cared so much about anyone. Is this what the book says is enough to have a confidant in life?
He pressed his heart, and felt the long-lost heartbeat, screaming and restless.

The little scholar is very concerned about "his" friends, and he has been the scholar's new friend since then.

As for the other three, he had already dispatched a few little ghosts to take them to Wanping Ferry first, Fu Xian didn't want anyone in the way to disturb his time with the scholar.

Mu Xuan didn't know about this, and thought that Xu Bo, Chen Libin and Sijiu had entered other illusions, so she continued to chat with the male ghost.

Fu Xian talked eloquently, citing allusions from time to time, which aroused Mu Xuan's interest. When talking about ancient allusions and those obscure sentences, her tone was light and light, like a ship sailing, carrying the exploration of the unknown And confidence in the known, her enthusiasm is unreserved.

"When I was in the academy, I often heard my master say something, Mingwei, do you know what it is?"

"Appreciate further details."

"Master likes to ask us why we study."

(End of this chapter)