Sister Lan walked in with a red paint tray as if offering treasures. When she saw Tang Que frowned and pondered, she put down the Qingfeng in her hand and gently came behind him, pinched her shoulder for him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Tang Que didn't want to ruin Lan Jie'er's good mood because of his worries. He grabbed the hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it and asked, "Lan Jie'er, if you are kind to someone, and this person will join your opponent's door to do things again, what would you think?"

"This is ungrateful and betrayal to the Lord. No one looks down on such a person. If he is a lowly person, he will be beaten to death." When Lan Jie'er said the word "正子", her face turned dark, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing", Sister Lan's unintentional words solved the troubles that he was struggling. Yes, people in this era do not have many concepts of job change, and their emphasis on loyalty is far greater than that of later generations. Even if County Magistrate Zhang doesn't treat him, Master Yao would look down on him if he knew the old things, and would not trust him and use him more. In this way, even if he didn't knock him away, he would not have any idea of ​​developing. Tang Quezhan, who had recovered from the confusion of interests, smiled and turned around and hugged Lan Jie'er's waist, saying, "If Qingfeng rice is not as delicious as you said, see how I punish you."

When she heard the word "Punishment", Sister Lan, who was still in love with her, couldn't help but blush. She vaguely thought of the scene where she was lifted up by Tang Que, took off her pants and "beat" her white and tender butt.

After experiencing some inner struggle in the evening, Tang Que, who sat in front of the book again after dinner, was calm in his heart. When he turned on the book, he had an inexplicable thought in his mind.

What if County Magistrate Zhang knew that he had given up such a good opportunity voluntarily?

This sudden thought flashed and the current County Magistrate Zhang was probably in a panic. How could he pay attention to such a small matter?

After shaking his head with a smile, Tang Que lowered his head and fell into the book.

The next morning, Tang Que was awakened by a shower outside the side window. As soon as he opened the window, he felt a slightly cold and cool rain blowing over his face. He slept too hard last night, but there was a spring rain at some point.

The steps outside the window and the green tiles on the opposite house were wet, but they were different from the clearness after washing. Everything in front of you seemed to be new, and everything in your eyes was fresh.

After washing up, I walked out of the house and saw the red and green scattered flowers under the corridor in the courtyard. Tang Que realized that the spring rain last night was probably quite a bit.

After dinner, Tang Quei had a cloth bag wrapped in books on his left arm and an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand and headed out to the county school. Walking on the long street of Mashishi on the road between Yanzi Tower, watching the students in the same Confucian costumes pass by with umbrellas, Tang Que vaguely felt that he had walked into a picture of ink-splashing landscapes.

Painting! Thinking of this, Tang Que suddenly remembered something. On that day, he had already worshipped the old monk Chengning of Tianfu Temple as his teacher, and learned painting skills and piano skills. The two agreed to go to class once every five days. But he was too busy these days, and when he got busy, he had forgotten about this matter. What might the old monk think of him?

Now that things have come to this point, it is useless to be upset. All Tang Que can do is wait for the school to go and apologize to the old monk immediately after noon. However, he was worried. Now that he is so busy, can he still take time to learn piano and painting?

After being shaken by this incident, Tang Que's poetry and painting just now disappeared, and he stopped his leisure as before. He quickly walked towards the county school.

Tang Que walked into the county school building. Before he could reach the door, he heard a loud noise coming from inside. When he walked in, he found that almost all the students in the class were crowded together and were chattering around the people with the most solid academic work.

Tang Que, who walked into the classroom, pulled Zhang Xiangwen who was jumping around the crowd, "What's wrong?"

"Liu Suifeng's friend has written a letter to fight." Zhang Xiangwen was sweating all over his head, and his expression on his face was both indignant and excited. It seemed very strange, "He wants to challenge us after school breaks out at noon."

After saying this, Zhang Xiangwen turned around and squeezed into the crowd. His voice could be heard from afar, "War, this guy dares to compete with us with the Four Books and Five Classics! Damn, if you are a man, you can't be afraid. If you fight, you must fight. We must destroy his majesty."

Tang Que has a different mentality and is not very interested in such a campus competition. After listening to it, he returned to his seat. After sitting down, he suddenly remembered Liu Suifeng's strange look yesterday afternoon.

If he doesn’t challenge sooner or later, isn’t he a coincidence in the time he chose?

The atmosphere in the classroom was a little restless all morning. The closer the time was, the more it was, the more it was, so that the teacher's face did not improve throughout the morning. The number of students punished by the ruler reached thirteen for the first time, with an average of three or four classes in each class. Among them, there were several recognized good students in undergraduate studies.

With the crackling sound of the ruler, it was finally time to begin. Before the dark-faced gentleman could completely walk out of the classroom, many students rushed to the window and looked out.

"Here, come, Liu Suifeng has left the school building, he has walked towards this side." The school buildings of the Jinshi and Mingjing subjects are in front and back rows, so I can see it very clearly. As soon as the students reported the message, there was a crackling sound in the classroom. They didn't care about the books they were originally packing, and the students threw them away and ran out.

"Oh my good brother, why don't you leave quickly?" Zhang Xiangwen rushed over and pulled Tang Que who was packing the book, but forgot that his hand had just been hit by the three yardstick. As soon as he touched it, he shouted "Oh" and immediately changed his hands and pulled Tang Que out with all his might.

After all, it was a major event involving the whole class. Although Tang Que had something to do, he couldn't leave first, so he followed Zhang Xiangwen out of the school building.

Liu Suifeng arrived in a short while, and naturally he followed a group of Jinshi Scientists. The leaders of the group were familiar with the scholars who were also selected to help the county government.

Seeing this scene, Tang Que vaguely felt that Liu Suifeng's sudden challenge might have something to do with him.

"Look at this guy," Zhang Xiangwen looked angry, "I can't stand him white every day, just like the rabbit husband in Huashen Street."
Chapter completed!