While Zhao Fengtian was meditating, he had already followed the dean to a secluded courtyard.
This was not the place where the teachers rested that he had been to in the morning.
It is a separate courtyard.
The yard is like an exquisite ancient painting, with a winding path paved with bluestone slabs, looking quiet and deep.
Feeling the ancient and natural atmosphere, Zhao Fengtian felt that his whole body had calmed down.
The dean lowered his voice and said, "Come over here with me."
"Yes." Zhao Fengtian also lowered his voice unconsciously.
He is now very curious about who taught him.
Why does the dean look like he is unusual?
When the two of them walked to a wooden door, the dean knocked gently on it, "Lao Jiang? We are here."
"Enter."
A deep and powerful voice sounded from inside the door, and just this voice made Zhao Fengtian stand up solemnly.
After hearing the response, the dean pushed open the door and then introduced with a smile: "This is the child, his name is Zhao Fengtian."
"Fengtian, this is Mr. Jiang. He will be your teacher from now on. You must study hard and never make him angry. Do you understand?"
The Dean's answer was a silence that lasted for several breaths.
The dean was stunned. How could this child, who usually seemed to be very well behaved, be so bad at this moment?
Just say yes!
The dean didn't get an answer, so he turned his head angrily, only to see Zhao Fengtian standing there motionless.
He reached out and poked Zhao Fengtian's shoulder.
Zhao Fengtian didn't move at all, as if he had been petrified.
The dean was amused by his appearance again.
He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes a few times, "Come back to your senses, come back to your senses, how can you be so useless?"
“Raise, raise, raise, raise, raise, raise…” Zhao Fengtian was so scared that he stuttered and couldn’t even finish his sentences.
Before the dean could react, the person in front of him knelt down... ?
Zhao Fengtian also passed the imperial examination and shouted, "Master Juren!"
His heart was beating so violently and his eyes were full of admiration.
Mr. Jiang felt that his mood had improved a little.
After all, who doesn’t like to be admired like this?
"Oh, there's no need for such a big ceremony!" After a moment of joy, Mr. Jiang quickly waved his hand and motioned him to stand up.
"No, you are a juren. My mother said that I have to kowtow when I see a juren." Zhao Fengtian said so confidently.
After saying that, he really kowtowed to him.
Mr. Jiang was caught off guard, but he was still successfully amused by him.
"Your mother lied to you. You kowtowed to the official."
Zhao Fengtian shook his head fiercely, "No, the status of a scholar and an official is the same, and they have to kowtow when they meet."
What he said was actually not false. After all, as long as a juren wanted to, he could enter the official career at any time.
Even if the official is of low rank, he is still an official, and there is a huge difference between him and ordinary people.
"Hahaha, you're an interesting person."
Still so honest, he likes it.
Of course, Mr. Jiang did not say this out loud.
It was a rare occasion for Mr. Jiang to meet someone who suited his taste so well, so he couldn't kowtow to him in vain.
He originally just wanted to deal with it, and if he didn't learn well he would naturally leave. Now it seems that he has to be properly enlightened.
The dean looked at Mr. Jiang, who was smiling, and knew that he had a very good first impression of Zhao Fengtian.
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