He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Heyang Village belongs to Taiping County. In the past, people with the Lu surname lived in the village. Later, after wars, disasters, and dynasty changes, many people with different surnames poured in.The only school was located in a secluded suburb of the city. The plaque hanging on the gate was inscribed with the word "School" with paint peeled off, and it didn't even have a serious name.

Those who come to study here are all children from poor families. Every year, the big families in the village will donate a little money so that they will not go bankrupt.The village elder was illiterate, but he was the one who built the school at the beginning. His daughter Lu Shuang was only 15 years old, but she was quite good at arithmetic, so she simply took charge of managing various expenses.

The school is divided into three classes, "Pine, Bamboo, and Cypress." The teachers in it are all down-and-out scholars and old children who have failed for a long time.In recent years, I have been walking around and preparing for the exam. Fortunately, Su Changqing came, otherwise I would really not be able to drive.

He Xichen's knowledge is excellent, and after some discussion, he was assigned to the Bai class. If the second class of Songzhu lacked a teacher, he would fill in.

The carriage bumped, and Wen Zhanhe was even more furious. He heard the servant outside the carriage calling: "Master Qi, the school is here." He hurriedly opened the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

The door was closed tightly, and the sound of Lang Lang's reading came from inside. Wen Zhanhe stopped his hand that had not been pushed in the air, and three seconds later he angrily shook off his sleeves, and stood by the door and waited quietly.

"Seventh Master?" the servant asked cautiously.

Wen Zhanhe waved his hands, but said nothing.

After reading, a clear and warm voice sounded, through the door, the explanation of the scriptures could be vaguely heard.Wen Zhanhe couldn't help but listen attentively, and couldn't help nodding.

The gentlemen here are all talking about the basics, and they are steady and steady, and they draw inferences from other sources.

Wen Zhanhe was overwhelmed with emotion, and secretly decided to make friends with this gentleman after he settled the accounts with Su Changqing.But he didn't know that at this moment, he was lying on the door panel like a thief who slipped through the door and picked the lock.

The little servant hesitated to speak, struggled a few times in his heart, but still didn't dare to open his mouth to remind the violent master.

There are very few people passing by here. No one should see Qi Ye's image-destructive actions... right?

In less than half an hour, Wen Zhanhe had already regarded the gentleman inside the door as a confidant whom he could confide in, a rare but rare confidant.Many of their views coincided with each other, not to mention their discussion of current events also coincided with each other, which is really rare!

"... Is there anything you don't understand today? If you don't understand, you can discuss it together." The teacher inside said.

have!How do border barbarians check and balance?How to deal with corrupt officials?How to prevent the Yellow River flood disaster?Wen Zhanhe couldn't hold back his restless mood, if he hadn't been worried that it was class time, he would have dragged him to the restaurant to have a good night, chatting from dawn to sunset, and would have to fall asleep at night.

The children in the hall were chirping, and a clear female voice rang out: "Mr. Su is just recovering from a serious illness, don't work too hard." The old master interrupted: "Changqing, you have been talking for a long time, take a rest."

right right!Wen Zhanhe nodded vigorously, he will have a long talk with me all night later!

Um?Evergreen?

Wen Zhanhe's neck froze with a click, his face darkened instantly, his feet slipped suddenly, and he jumped straight forward.

My life is over!

He shouted silently, his body hit the door panel with a "bang", and he fell firmly to the ground.

He Xichen thanked Lu Shuang and the old master, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and in the next second, he saw a figure suddenly rushing into the school, with a bit of shame and anger in his embarrassed posture, and a little despair in his unbearable posture.

"...Su Changqing! Su! Chang! Qing!" Wen Zhanhe, who fell to the ground, refused the help of his servants, and crawled up, chewing the name with hatred, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and skin him alive.

What a long talk all night!It's hard to find a confidant!Let them all go to see Confucius!

Lu Shuang came to the entrance of the hall with her hips akimbo in displeasure, raised her long eyebrows and shouted: "Bah! Who are you?" She respected He Xichen very much, and when she heard someone calling him by his name, her impression immediately fell.

"You!" Wen Zhanhe glanced at her and then turned his eyes away, "I won't talk to you, I won't look for you!"

The hot-tempered Lu Shuang became even more dissatisfied immediately, rolled up her sleeves and bullied her: "I want to talk to you!"

"You you!" Wen Zhanhe was forced to retreat again and again, he was very polite, and he didn't dare to look at Shui Lingling's arm lying in front of him, stuck on the threshold, in a dilemma, "You woman, you are unreasonable!"

"If you want to reason with me, I will reason with you! You scholar, calling Mr. Su by his first name is out of courtesy, you are untrustworthy, and you despise women, because you are incompetent! What's the point of trusting incompetent people?" Lu Shuang's mouth seemed to be cut, and it opened and closed neatly, so Wen Zhanhe was speechless.

Wen Zhanhe didn't expect that before he could speak to He Xichen, he would be stopped at the door and not allowed to enter, and now he was repeatedly reprimanded by a little girl, his face turned red like a boiled hairy crab.

"I, I..." Wen Zhanhe's friends were also rolling in his stomach, but he couldn't find a word to choke back.While they were talking, He Xichen and the old master had already come here, and saw that their faces were flushed (by being unilaterally) choked, and the old master was just about to talk to mediate, but saw Wen Zhanhe cupped his hands at He Xichen, his face was not angry: "Su Chengyou, just now I was the one who was being rude."

Although He Xichen couldn't figure it out, he returned the salute obediently without revealing any clues.After thinking about it for a while, he found this person from the corner of his memory—Wen Zhanhe, named Duanji, named Hushan Layman, who became famous in the first battle in Luoyang a year ago, honest and arrogant, and had a lukewarm relationship with Su Changqing.

Lu Shuang didn't expect him to admit his mistake so quickly, and she changed her mind a little.

"But girl, I never underestimated you." Wen Zhanhe turned to Lu Shuang again, "I'm definitely not that kind of person!" A gloomy look flashed across his face, as if he was comparing himself to that bastard who looked down on women for the other party. It is not fast to compare.

"Hey, I blamed you by mistake." Lu Shuang opened her round eyes wide and said bluntly, twisting the hair on her cheeks, "I asked you to forgive me, scholar."

Wen Zhanhe was blushed by her, he couldn't help but take a step back and put his face away, obviously he couldn't handle the conversation.

The young man hid behind the stone pillar outside the door, and seeing the two of them let go of their suspicions, he remembered the scriptures he had heard in the teahouse a few days ago, and his heart skipped a beat.

Damn it!This girl can't be the future Seventh Grandma!

There is no exquisite scenery in the backyard. In their spare time, the gentlemen will trim and cut flowers and plants, and the students will form a circle of rocks to entertain themselves.The weeds in the corner were pulled out, only a few small flowers survived.He Xichen invited Wen Zhanhe to the backyard for a chat, and the surroundings were quiet. He imitated Su Changqing in his memory and asked politely: "I don't know why Brother Wen came here this time?"

Wen Zhanhe was so choked that he couldn't speak.For some reason, this "Su Changqing" in front of him puts on the airs of a literati, but is so polite and polite.

"Su Chengyou, I don't want to talk nonsense. Su Ruoyuan is a good seedling. Sooner or later, he will jump the dragon's gate, but the premise is to find a master." Wen Zhanhe has never been a person who beat around the bush, and he has one intestine to the end.

"Your studies have been neglected for more than two years, do you still want to drag Su Ruoyuan down?" This sentence was a bit unconvincing, he heard it clearly from outside the door just now, with He Xichen's level, it is more than enough to teach a little boy.

He Xichen raised his eyebrows, and understood his purpose in a blink of an eye.

"Brother Wen means that you are the Master?"

Wen Zhanhe straightened his back: "Jinglong's three years of juren, isn't it enough to teach you a Su Ruoyuan?"

"Hahaha, that's not true." He Xichen laughed loudly, "How dare a mere Su Ruoyuan bother Brother Wen?"

"Momochiji, refresh yourself!"

He Xichen sized up this reckless stunned young man, and lamented that he was really old, and when he was outspoken with a young man, he just wanted to stroke his dog's head.

Wen Zhanhe still wanted to challenge him majestically, but he saw He Xichen, who was originally standing tall, turned slightly sideways, and the light and shadow chasing after him made his temperament completely different. He was still standing in the same posture, but always It can be seen that he looks a little bit idle and suddenly.

"Why don't you ask Ruoyuan for his opinion?"

He Xichen sincerely made a suggestion.

Wen Zhanhe frowned, feeling a bad premonition spontaneously.If Lu Shuang was a straight spear, the thin teacher in front of him was limp, like a spring, blocking all the moves, which was very uncomfortable.

"Row."

"I have met my father, I have met Mr. Wen." Su Ruoyuan saluted respectfully, like a newborn Yang Baiying, and after listening to the inquiries of the two, he replied without any hesitation, "Thank you sir, Ruoyuan has decided to follow my father to study knowledge."

He was very grateful for Wen Zhanhe's love, if it was another month in the morning, Su Ruoyuan would definitely accept it, saying that it would be good if the two of them didn't have the fate of master and apprentice, but it was just a month late.

"are you serious?"

Su Ruoyuan heard the prestige gentleman ask in a deep voice, and raised his head with a firm expression: "Ruoyuan has made up his mind."

Wen Zhanhe choked for a long time, finally sighed, and didn't bother him much: "Then it's up to you." When facing Su Ruoyuan, it was still a gentle breeze and light rain, but when he turned to He Xichen's side, he suddenly turned a ferocious face, roaring angrily Said: "If you teach him badly, I will never forgive you!" After speaking, he waved his sleeves and left.

"You're quite welcome." He Xichen joked as he watched the resentful and unwilling figure go away.

Su Ruoyuan blushed immediately.

This kind of leisurely life is very suitable for He Xichen. He has reincarnated more than ten times, and his mentality has long been close to that of an old man. Compared with the original complacency, he is now more willing to bask in the sun in the courtyard, watching the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and a flower bloom. defeat.

If the weather is sunny, He Xichen will take the students in his class to the lakes and mountains for an outing, teach them to recite poems and listen to the morning bells and evening drums of the ancient temples on the mountains.Residents of Heyang Village can always see a handsome teacher followed by a group of vigorous scholars of different heights, all in green shirts and long robes, holding books in their hands, singing mountains and fields.

Wen Zhanhe came to the school every now and then, euphemistically calling it to supervise, but every time he started the conversation bluntly, wanting to discuss the scriptures with He Xichen awkwardly.He Xichen was so annoyed by being entangled, he simply set up two futons in the courtyard of the school for the students of Baiban who were about to take the entrance examination to watch.

The two sat and discussed, jumping from "The Doctrine of the Mean" to "Guanzi", from "Mozi" to "Hanfeizi", the world is mysterious, the universe is wild, and the span is so large that even those knowledgeable lecturers can't keep up, let alone The child who was dizzy from hearing it.

Holding a brush in his hand, Su Ruoyuan jotted down the points he didn't understand on the paper, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Zhanhe's aggrieved look of being speechless again.

"Wen Duanji, let's stop here today." He Xichen took a sip of tea with ease and rolled his eyelids.

"Come again next time!" Wen Zhanhe was annoyed.

He Xichen turned his head directly, with a serious face: "Students, now is the time to answer questions. Hushan Layman selflessly dedicated his precious time, everyone should seize the opportunity!"

Shameless thief!

Wen Zhanhe glared at him, raised his head, and saw Lu Shuang under the eaves triumphantly raising his chin towards him, and immediately became even more upset.

This girl seemed to regard Wen Zhanhe as someone who came to kick the gym, and she didn't give him a good face every time she came.

During the rainy season, the rain washes the new shoots clean and green, and the rice in the fields is full of water and stands upright.The rain curtain falling from the eaves stretched in front of Su Ruoyuan, dividing the world into two halves.

The door behind him opened a crack, and He Xichen got out, holding an oil-paper umbrella under his arm.

"I'm late." He pulled Su Ruoyuan to his side, opened the umbrella, and stepped into the slanting wind and drizzle.

There was the sound of rain and dew outside the umbrella, and there were only two long breathing sounds inside the umbrella.Su Ruoyuan was only as high as He Xichen's chest, and with his arms around his shoulders, he didn't splash a drop of rain.

"Daddy."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to scream."

He Xichen put his hand on Su Ruoyuan's small head: "Silly boy."

The way home was not long, and the drizzle stopped halfway. Su Jiu, who usually squatted at the door waiting for their return, was nowhere to be seen today.

He Xichen put away the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the water droplets on the umbrella surface, and just stepped into the door of the house, when he heard a clear and clear youthful voice coming from inside.

"Sister Xiaojiu, is brother Ruoyuan back?"

"Sister Xiaojiu, don't ignore me!"

"Uncle Qi lost to your father again today, hahaha, that face smells so bad, I can smell it three blocks away!"

"Little sister Jiu, you are finally willing to look at me!"

Hmmmm?Where is the brat hooking up with our Ajiu?

He Xichen's eyes and brows were full of smirks, and he asked with his eyes, who is this little idiot who is talking about Xiaojiu's sister?

Su Ruoyuan looked at Wen Daocun who didn't know the danger was approaching, and could only cough lightly, and said in a deep voice, "We don't know each other well."