Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

The sudden sound almost startled Fang Xia, and he remembered that there was another person in the room.

Fang Xia looked up, [Yang Mingliu] had a calm expression, and there was no special emotion on his face.Compared with the gentle smile of the previous mask, this expression is much more real and has a sense of distance.

But no matter what kind of expression it was, it was unexpected that such harsh words were actually spit out from the other party's mouth.

--idiot?Is it Hong Zimu?

Fang Xia actually felt that it was not smart enough for Wen Chaogong to come up with so many poems with completely different styles at once, but he did not expect [Yang Mingliu] to use such a straightforward description.

The other party gave him the feeling that even if he scolded someone, he would still be polite. When Fang Xia was working for Wei Chen earlier, he had seen counselors "quarreling". He still can't understand after scolding... He really didn't expect [Yang Mingliu] to be so direct.

Thinking about it, Fang Xia couldn't help but look at [Yang Mingliu] several times, raised his eyebrows, showing a smile that was not a smile, Fang Xia automatically translated this expression into "Say something quickly" , and he did have something to say——

"Aren't you going?"

Usually, when Yang Shouche came, he would leave after delivering the copied books. Even if he had any questions to ask, he would make notes in advance and express the questions clearly and clearly. However, he didn't dare to stay here any longer, as if he was afraid of disturbing Fang Xia.

But this person in front of him is fine.

With this anti-client attitude, Fang Xia suspected that if he hadn't said this, the other party would have planned to stay here.

[Yang Mingliu] He was really stunned for a moment. He really hasn't met him for so many years...No, it should be said that as early as many years ago, no one dared to see him off. guest.

Since when?It was probably the time when the current emperor passed away, and the younger emperor who succeeded him could only perform the disciple ceremony in front of him.

The first emperor wanted a fast and sharp knife, but he didn't expect that the knife would pierce his hand even if it was fast.

……

[Yang Mingliu] He lowered his eyes to cover all the thoughts at the bottom of his eyes, and when he looked up again, the person on the opposite side still didn't hide the straightforward meaning of seeing off the guests - he couldn't even say "seeing off the guests", it was clearly "driving people away" ".

【Yang Mingliu】He laughed abruptly.

He didn't know why he was laughing, but he suddenly felt that the scene was very interesting, and seeing the astonished gaze of that person, he couldn't help laughing even harder.

Fang Xia:?

Isn't this person stupid? !Or crazy?

—He didn't do anything!

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Although the poetry meeting was approaching, Yang Shouche's copying work did not stop. He even increased his workload to relieve his increasingly tense emotions. As a result, he came over to deliver books more often, and Fang Xia met again A few times [Yang Mingliu], but in the next few times, [Yang Mingliu] didn't mean to cover up, Fang Xia could tell the difference between the two at a glance, so obvious that he thought the confession that day was an illusion.

What was even more puzzling was that among the copied books that Yang Shouche sent, there were several handwritings that were obviously different.

If it is said that Yang Shouche's handwriting is like a man's, steady and dignified, then the other few are really strong, with iron and silver hooks, and you can feel the aura of oppression through the paper.

With Yang Shouche's character, he obviously wouldn't do something like put someone else's copied book into his credit, and besides, not everyone could write such a word.If Fang Xia were to make a comparison, it would be comparable to Wei Chenqi and Shang Qin, the two Destiny Aotian, and even in terms of calligraphy skills alone, this character is even better.

The more Fang Xia looked at it, the more he felt that this was more like the kind of calligraphy that could be framed and hung up, rather than the kind that was randomly entrained in a stack of copied pages.

The range of suspects was too small, Fang Xia guessed whose handwriting it was almost immediately, and he couldn't help but look at [Yang Mingliu] strangely.The other party's expression was natural, and his expression was still the kind of indifference that looked gentle but was actually repulsive. It was no different from usual, as if Fang Xia was the one who made a fuss.

Fang Xia: ...?

Fang Xia was speechless by his natural and upright attitude, and couldn't help but look down at the word several times.

It obviously didn't take a year or two to have this kind of skill in writing. Compared with this person, even Yang Shouche's calligraphy was a little immature.Fang Xia couldn't help guessing the identity of the intruder. They were all surnamed "Yang", could it be Yang Shouche's ancestors?Grandpa with you?

Fang Xia is still brainstorming here, [Yang Mingliu] has already chosen the seat he usually sits on.

During this period of time, Fang Xia also figured out that if it was Yang Shouche who came over, he usually left after delivering the books; if it was [Yang Mingliu], he would often sit opposite him for a while—it would be wrong to say that the latter stayed here for something , [Yang Mingliu] Most of the time he didn't speak, just sat there and looked at him, his sense of presence was still very clear.

If Fang Xia were to make an analogy, this scene is very similar to "watching monkeys in the zoo", of course, he is "the monkey being watched".

Every time he thinks of this, Fang Xia can't help but keep silent for his own imagination.

But now, when he looked at the picture, his mood eased a little.

Although [Yang Mingliu]'s attitude is a bit strange, but since he can help copy books, it should still be regarded as a friend, right?It's no wonder that Yang Shouche said at the beginning that he didn't need to worry, and he was sure of it.

Fang Xia felt that he could negotiate with the other party after Hong Zimu was settled.

It's best to talk about it. After all, the intruder is still attached to Yang Shouche, and he can't beat the son of destiny in this world to death just to drive him away.

A few days later, under the anticipation of the entire academy students, the day of the poetry meeting finally came.

Yang Guming noticed the abnormally tense expression of his friend beside him.

Although he was also nervous, he couldn't help but teased, "Shou Che, you don't participate, why do you look more nervous than me?"

Yang Shouche couldn't help but remain silent when asked such a question, but before he could think of any prevarication, the other party had already found a reason for him, "Shouche, are you worried about me? Don't worry, I know my level. It's just a rare event, and I don't want to miss it... let alone topping it, I didn't even expect to be in the top ten, so there's nothing to worry about."

Yang Shouche couldn't help but remain indifferent to this frank and sloppy posture. Yang Guming at the side didn't realize it, and patted Yang Shouche's shoulder kindly for the two brothers, with a greatly touched "good brother" expression on his face .

Yang Shouche felt a lot more relaxed after being made such a fuss by him. He raised his eyes again and met Fang Xia's sweeping gaze. Yang Shouche was slightly taken aback, but soon realized that the other party was worried about him .

This discovery warmed Yang Shouche's heart, and he nodded his head imperceptibly, and the tense emotions finally dissipated completely.

[Yang Mingliu] Watching the series of emotional changes of the boy's "self" without saying a word.

It's just that the moment Yang Shouche and Fang Xia met their eyes, a darker color flashed across the boy's eyes like an illusion.But this small change is like a breeze blowing across the water, causing a little ripple and then disappearing.

This poetry meeting is also new to the academy students.

The students compose poems according to the given topics, and the finished poems will be recited by a special person for the judges (that is, several teachers who happen to be interested in this matter) to grade them, from the best grade A to the last grade E, and the grades Arranged from high to low, select the top half to advance to the next round.Taking into account the students' ability to accept, Fang Xia didn't engage in complex processes such as resurrection matches and multiple rounds of elimination, and only used the simplest and rude one-round elimination method.

But these are new enough for the students of the academy, and even the masters who came to be judges nodded frequently because they felt that this system was quite similar to the imperial examination system.

But for Hong Zimu, who came from later generations and has seen many talent shows, these are really simple to crude.

Looking at the fresh-faced classmates, I couldn't help laughing at the "soil roe deer" in my heart.

Hong Zimu had always been arrogant in the academy, but his appearance now matched his usual. The classmates admired his talent and learning, but they didn't think anything of his attitude.

In the first round of the competition, the topic was the lotus in full bloom in the pond in summer. The students splashed ink and burned up the incense sticks. The answer sheets were collected one by one, recited by a special person, and then given by the masters who served as judges on the spot. score.

Although the judges had their own preferences, the whole process was considered open and transparent. Coupled with the current atmosphere of respecting teachers, there was no question of fairness on the spot.

But in the end it is "No. [-] in Wenwu". After the results are given, the students with good evaluations are of course smiling, but some students with poor evaluations can't help but mutter in their hearts, probably "I am better than so-and-so Many, why is his grade worse than his?" Although he thought so in his heart, under the majesty of the master, he did not dare to question him face to face.

It's just that the calm and calm lasted only for a while. After a certain poem was recited, the originally noisy scene suddenly fell into silence.

After a brief silence, the judges, regardless of their preferences, unanimously gave a first-class evaluation.

But this time, no one objected. Even before the name of the person who wrote the poem was sung, all eyes were on Hong Zimu, who was surrounded by a group of people, standing with his hands behind his back.

Although Hong Zimu tried his best to restrain himself, his brows still couldn't help revealing some color. A classmate beside him couldn't help congratulating first, "Brother Hong's poems are really the same as before."

After the man finished speaking, the people next to him seemed to have reacted, and they all started to praise: some pointed to the words in the poem and said it was a "magic pen", and some praised people for "talented". ...

No matter where you go, outstanding people will always get some preferential treatment. Therefore, although the scene is noisy at the moment, the masters sitting in the upper positions did not stop it for a while. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

In the bustle, no one noticed that the head of the mountain who was sitting in the middle frowned silently.

He had guessed about Hong Zimu's situation for a long time, but he had always adhered to the attitude of seeing what is seen, and now he saw how this deceitful person was sought after by the students of the academy, and he finally realized what he had done before. something wrong.

He sighed in his heart, and secretly thought that it was thanks to the promise to Xiaoyou Fang this time, otherwise in the future, if he was not careful, the entire academy would be discredited.

Unlike Shan Chang, who was rejoicing and feeling a little scared at this time, Fang Xia's mood at the moment was inclined to "surprise" like most people, but the reason for this surprise was different: he really didn't expect Things are going so well!

Although it was a specially selected topic, Fang Xia did not expect that this was only the first round, and he won the lottery directly.

——Good start!