Question, why do you have to complicate it? Cao Zhifeng, you have been running to Chang'an City every day to see your prince. When you return to the academy, you cry bitterly. You feel that this is your hope for the rejuvenation of the Yan Kingdom, but this has nothing to do with the academy.

Son? I can't stand listening to you, I'm leaving."

The honorary female professor of mathematics in the college left, and several professors who devoted themselves to academic services and did not want to be bothered by secular affairs also left one after another. The debate in the room became more and more intense. Many teachers believed that the imperial court's proposal could indeed make people happy.

All parties are satisfied. In this case, why not choose this way? Do you have to offend all the forces for Ning Que?

When Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng became angry and impassioned again, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and all the teachers looked in shock. After a moment, a pink and tender face came in, with a pair of black eyes.

Direct turn.

Walking in the door was a little book boy, fresh and cute with a bit of shyness. He looked at the teachers and asked softly in a mosquito-like voice: "My young master has something to ask you gentlemen, so I asked you to pass the message."

The teachers in the room knew the identity of the little book boy and asked gently: "Mr. Second, what do you want to ask?"

"My young master got up this morning and found that there were still many idle people waiting in the academy. He lost his temper." The little book boy opened his big eyes and looked at everyone in the room and said, "He wanted to ask all the teachers why.

It's been a night and the notice hasn't been posted yet. What are those idle people doing here? Do you want him to invite them to dinner? "

Hearing this, the teachers looked at each other in confusion, not knowing how to answer. They all knew that the second senior brother on the second floor of the academy did have a bit of a bad temperament, but they never expected that he would call people like His Highness the Prince and Master Yan Se

For the idlers etc.

Professor Cao Zhifeng glanced at the little book boy and said, "The candidate for the second floor has not yet been decided, so naturally the notice cannot be posted."

He originally thought that this statement would make the other party displeased, and he was already prepared to give a full explanation. However, he did not expect that the little book boy was so shy that after hearing the answer, he lowered his head and walked out the door.

The debate among the teachers in the room continued again, but not long after, the door creaked again.

There were beads of sweat on the little book boy's pink face. It was obvious that he had run in a hurry just now. He looked at the teachers and said, "Master asked, what do you mean the candidate for the second floor has not been decided yet?"

Professor Cao Zhifeng said displeasedly: "What does it mean to have no determination? No determination means no determination. Ning Que actually defeated Prince Longqing and climbed the mountain first. Many people have doubts about this matter. They suspect Houshan of cheating. How can we determine if people are dissatisfied?"

The little book boy looked at him in bewilderment. After a long time, he suddenly came to his senses. He said yes and turned around to leave. He didn't know whether he understood what Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng said.

The room was quiet, and the teachers did not start the argument again, because they strongly felt that the second senior brother's little book boy would come back soon and continue to ask those stupid questions.

The door creaked open.

The little book boy opened his big eyes, looked at Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng and asked: "Master asked, who is dissatisfied?"

Professor Cao Zhifeng was stunned. He looked at the fresh and lovely pink face of the little book boy and his confused expression. He really couldn't tell a lie and was unwilling to push those people outside the academy. He frowned and said, "I

Not convinced."

The little book boy said "oh" and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly he thought of the second half of what the young master said to him on the mountain. He quickly turned around, scratched his head with a smile and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Cao Zhifeng." Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng said displeasedly: "Why do you ask me this?"

The little book boy had a matter-of-fact look on his face and said, "Because the young master wants to know who is dissatisfied."

After saying this, the little book boy turned around and went out, running back up the mountain again.

The door creaked open again.

The little book boy panted and held on to the door frame, looked at Cao Zhifeng and said: "Young... the young master said..."

Cao Zhifeng couldn't help laughing, shook his head and sighed, "What did your young master say again?"

The little book boy swallowed his saliva, looked at him very seriously and said: "My young master said that the academy has no distinction between countries and recruits talents from all over the world. Cao Zhifeng, you are from Yan, so your heart is towards Longqing. I don't blame you, but you have to

Remember, you are a professor of etiquette. What was the first lesson you taught to the students in the academy? What exactly are the etiquette in the academy?"

This retelling was spoken quickly and smoothly. The little book boy's pink face raised his eyebrows from time to time and snorted, showing indifference and displeasure. He was obviously imitating the demeanor of the second senior brother in the academy when he spoke. He looked extremely funny and cute.

This caused a burst of laughter from the teachers in the room, but Cao Zhifeng couldn't laugh. The smile on his face instantly faded, and he suppressed his anger and asked: "What exactly do you want to say, Mr. Second?"

"Cao Zhifeng, you said in the academy that etiquette in the academy is the rules, and the rules are based on who has the strength to set the rules."

The little book boy looked at him and said seriously: "Master and senior brother are traveling abroad. In the current academy, I am the only one who has the strength to set the rules. So whether you obey or not, you must obey and put the notice immediately."

Post it."

After Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng was stunned for a long time, he waved his academic robe angrily and protested: "How can you convince the public when you act so domineeringly?"

The little book boy didn't know that this was an expression of true feelings, and thought it was also a formal question. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly raised his little palms happily, clapped and said happily: "Young master is really smart, you can't even understand what you said."

He also guessed it, he asked me to tell you."

The expression on Associate Professor Cao Zhifeng's face was very ugly.

The little book boy looked at him, forced a serious look and said: "I don't need to convince the public, I just need to obey."

A teacher couldn't bear to see Professor Cao's embarrassed expression at this time, and said from the side: "Even if you don't care about the opinions of Your Majesty, Master Yan Se or Xiling on this matter, you must always respect Ning Que's own choice."

Pushing open the wooden door again, the little book boy's clothes were all wet with sweat. He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead. It took him a long time to calm down, and he looked up at everyone in the room as he recounted for the last time a certain second senior brother.

conclusion.

"Respect Ning Que's own choice? Why should I respect him? As for the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty..."

When he said this, the little book boy deliberately made a long pause, then raised his slightly pointed chin, rolled his eyes at the roof, clumsily suppressed a cold snort from his little nose, and made the arrogant man on the mountain laugh.

The facial expressions are extremely cute.

"Is it amazing?"

On a flat cliff on the mountain behind the academy, green pine trees bloom to welcome visitors, and white clouds flow among them, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

Two people were standing on the edge of the cliff.

One of them was wearing a very dirty and tattered Taoist robe.

Another man was wearing a most bizarre ancient crown.

The second senior brother of the academy turned around and looked at Yan Se, who was enshrined at the south gate of Haotian with an expressionless face, and said: "You actually dare to reach out to the academy, and you actually want to snatch my teacher's students, not to mention you, even the headmaster of Haotian in Xiling

, and it’s not that big a portion either.”

Yan Se smiled strangely, looked at him and said: "The second son of the academy is indeed the most proud one in the world. His words are really ugly, but I am older than you, so I won't fight with you to avoid being said to bully the juniors, but

I must take this boy Ning Que away. Even if the master is here, I still have this attitude. If you want me to die, I have to do it."

The second senior brother looked at him and smiled mockingly, and said: "Don't make so many excuses. If you are not an old fool, you should remember that I am higher than you in terms of teacher and Pipi. Since you want to follow me

How can there be no reason not to fight when someone is being snatched from his hands?"

"If you say I won't fight, I won't fight."

Yan Se looked at the hat on his head and said mockingly: "The mountain behind the academy is your home court. I'm not that stupid. Anyway, if I don't take action, you can't take action against me. As for Ning Que's matter, after all, it's still

It depends on his attitude. In the future, my junior brother and I will ensure that he becomes the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. It is better than staying in this mountain every day and suffering from the idleness of senior brothers like you."

The second senior brother rolled his eyes to the sky and mocked: "Isn't the Imperial Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty... very great? Aren't you going to be criticized by those old masters of the Li family and Xiling every day? The Imperial Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty is not a national preceptor, he is just a person who has been wronged.
Chapter completed!