Jiang Liu smiled and nodded: "You've been the headmaster of this academy for a long time." During this time, Elder Mu had been staying at the Qiu residence, visiting more often than she and Ling'er.

Old Master Meng stroked his beard and smiled as he looked at Jiang Liu.

"Madam Qiu, I wonder if I might have the honor of becoming a teacher in our academy?"

He wouldn't compete for the headmaster's job.

You can't win against them.

Master, he was still somewhat confident.

Although he is quite old, his years of hard study are still vivid in his mind.

Before Jiang Liu could speak, Old Mu snorted coldly, feigning a serious expression.

"Hmph, who said they wanted to enjoy a life of leisure?"

Old Meng raised his head: "I meant to let you enjoy your retirement, not me." Didn't he just say that?

Old Mu laughed and said, "Alright, from now on, you'll be under my control."

Qiu Ling'er sighed, "Alas, two old rascals."

"What did you say?"

Who is the old rascal?

Elder Mu and Elder Meng spoke in unison, and Qiu Ling'er's face flushed red.

"I...I mean..."

Seeing this, Jiang Liu laughed and then quickly patted the two elders on the back.

"The two elders are highly respected and virtuous. The academy is extremely honored to have their assistance."

Qiu Ling'er was moved to tears. Her second aunt was so kind; she always managed to get her out of trouble.

Old Mu smiled and waved his hand.

"Haha, Madam Qiu, you're too kind. We were just afraid you'd think we were too old."

Old Master Meng thought so too, and then he thought of another matter at the academy.

"Madam Qiu, our academy doesn't have a name yet."

Jiang Liu's mind was filled with Qiu Dafu, and at this moment, her thoughts were not on the name of the academy.

"It's fine as long as the two elders decide."

Both of the elderly people were cultured individuals.

Old Master Meng: "What do you think of calling it Wenmo Academy?"

“It doesn’t sound good, it doesn’t sound good.” Old Mu shook his head, his mind racing, and immediately said, “Huixiang Academy, Hui means wisdom, and Xiang means the fragrance of books.”

Qiu Ling'er also said cheerfully, "Yaxuan Academy is not bad either."

Old Master Meng blinked and asked again, "How about Baichuan Academy?"

Old Master Meng thought for a moment, then spotted the clever and mischievous Qiu Ling'er.

"How about we call it Lingxin Academy?"

Qiu Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she heard Old Meng nod with a smile.

“Indeed, Ling means intelligent and clever. Xin means fragrant like an orchid. The female students we teach will surely be as noble and pure as orchids, independent of the world and untainted by its dust.”

“Okay, let’s call it Lingxin Academy.” Jiang Liu thought it was a great idea and immediately decided on it.

Qiu Ling'er smiled, her eyes crinkling. The name "Master" suited her perfectly.

Sister, please come back soon, our academy is already built.

I really want to share my sister's happy feelings right now.

"Sir, who personally wrote the plaque for this academy?"

"I."

"Of course it's me."

Both Elder Mu and Elder Meng wanted to showcase their outstanding calligraphy works, neither willing to concede to the other.

Just as the two were arguing heatedly about writing the inscription for the plaque,

"Stop!" Qiu Ling'er shouted, interrupting the two.

"How about you draw lots?"

As Jiang Liu chuckled, she glanced at the northern horizon, her mind still fixed on Qiu Dafu's tall figure.

I wish that the moment I opened my eyes, he would already be standing in front of me.

Qiu Dafu, whom Jiang Liu missed, was sitting in the carriage, gazing intently at the man in front of him.

Qin Feng coughed and wheezed incessantly throughout the journey.

Several times, he coughed so hard he could barely breathe, his face turning ashen white.