steal light

Although Fu Jing let Ye Donglan go, intentionally or not, he let people spread the story of Ye Donglan's help to the whole academy. When Ye Donglan was admitted to the hospital, it aroused people's discussion, but now the matter about him is almost unknown. It spread like wildfire, and wherever he went, he could hear someone snorting behind him,

"Have you heard that this cheap brat offended Mr. Fu when he first came here, and now he has to write the exercises for the whole class, he's really asking for trouble."

Someone answered, "Who says it's not? I don't want to be an official because of my military merits, but I rely on this academy. I think I'm such a noble scholar. After all, I'm just a bastard who only deserves to fight and bleed on the front line."

"Even if he becomes an official, how many times can he be looked up to by others? After following General Xiaojiang for a long time, don't you think that he can be respected like General Xiaojiang in terms of literary and martial arts?"

"That's right, if you are born with a humble background, you are destined to be humble. There is no comparison with General Xiao Jiang. He thought he could climb as high as he could."

Ye Donglan pretended he couldn't hear at all, and clenched his hands hanging in his sleeves tightly. He never felt that he was a poor and lowly person, and thought that he could get along with others in this official school, just like his father, who was a noble scholar and was very popular in the countryside. Loved by the people, he also studied since he was a child, admiring the way of sages and sages. In ancient times, many sages were not of high birth, but they were respected because of their knowledge. People who are like me naturally don't feel any difference in status, but among the royal family and nobles, his status is really inferior to others, and they will only think him as humble, even if he reads all the sage books, everyone's heart Stereotypes are forever ingrained.

Just like his father often urged him to study hard in his early years, his only way out was the imperial examination, and it was a thousand times harder than others. How much higher.

This Dasheng's hierarchical system is extremely strict, he has been taught it long ago, why did he think that he broke the system when he came to the official school, and completely forgot about his humbleness.

When he returned to the residence, the door of Shen Yuzhou's room was closed tightly, and the room was lit with candles. Ye Donglan only opened the door of his own room in silence. The furnishings in the room were simple and plain. Books.

It was late at night when Ye Donglan put down his pen. In the flickering candlelight, he was only wearing a white coat, his ink hair was slightly scattered, and an old "Book of Songs" was placed on one side. ", he gently picked up the jade pendant, the coolness of the jade came from the palm of his hand, and the sleepiness dissipated a lot immediately.

During the many days and nights in the military camp, he used the ground as a bed and the sky as a quilt, reading poems and books with the help of the vast sea of ​​stars in the desert and the torches in the camp. It was this jade pendant that made him relieve his sleepiness again and again, reading page by page.

In fact, the classics that he brought with him when he left home were scattered as early as when he was running around. Only a few books that Ah Zhe did not take with him when he left were still there, especially the book "The Book of Songs" that was with him every day, for years. After a long time, the pages of the book were already worn out, and the paper was so fragile that he didn't dare to read it.

On the rice paper he just wrote, the ink is still fresh, and it is exactly the sentence, "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want."

Now even he himself doesn't know what to worry about and what to ask for.