Thanks to the support of Mrs. Lu, Lu Zijun was able to study at Bishuitang smoothly.
Bishuitang had always been a place for the children of the noble families of the capital to study. Unfortunately, these children had always hired their own tutors to teach them. Consequently, Bishuitang was short of students, so they lowered the requirements to allow the children of officials of the fourth rank and above to study there.
Lu Zijun didn't like studying, and Master Lu and Madam Lu had suggested sending her here, but no matter how much they tried to persuade her, Lu Zijun refused to come. Master Lu had no choice but to hire a teacher to come to her house, and she barely learned some poetry.
The children of the aristocratic families could not afford to hire a teacher at home, so most of them came to Bishuitang to make friends with these children of officials.
Lu Zijun's reason for this trip was to meet Song Lan. To that end, she even dressed up and arrived at Bishuitang with her maids by her side. But Lu Zijun was struck by coincidence: she spotted Song Lan walking toward the academy the moment she disembarked from the carriage.
Song Lan was dressed in a dark robe. Born into a military family, he was naturally tall and straight, standing out from the crowd. Lu Zijun snatched the bookcase containing the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from Qingling, the maidservant beside her, and whispered, "I'll go first. You can follow me later."
Qing Ling responded from the side, watching Lu Zijun running to Song Lan with a book box, and greeted him with a smile, "What a coincidence, General Lan, you are also studying at Bishui Hall?"
Song Lan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Lu Zijun with some surprise, "Why didn't I see you a few days ago? Why did you come today?"
Lu Zijun nodded slightly, sighed, and pretended to be helpless, "I am now being forced by my parents to come here to study. I really don't want to come, but there is nothing I can do."
Song Lan responded and saw that Lu Zijun was still carrying the book box in her hands and seemed to be struggling. Song Lan took the book box from Lu Zijun and asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't Sister Zijun have a personal tutor?"
Lu Zijun was now standing beside Song Lan, speaking nonsense, "Originally, there was some, but she wasn't feeling well, so I carried the box myself. So, thank you, Brother Song Lan, for helping me carry it."
Lu Zijun was wearing a pink dress today, which was quite different from usual. However, she was not a gentle person by nature, and it was really hard for her to hold it in now.
Song Lan was holding Lu Zijun's bookcase and said casually, "Since you and I are going the same way, I'll just help you carry it to the school."
Before Lu Zijun could say thank you, Zhen Yueqing, who had always been at odds with Lu Zijun, looked at Lu Zijun and burst out laughing. "Lu Zijun, you can usually carry four boxes by yourself without any problem. Why do you suddenly have no strength today?"
Lu Zijun wanted to retort, but remembering that she was pretending to be a lady today, she only coughed twice and said, "I'm not feeling well today. Besides, I didn't carry four boxes. Don't talk nonsense and ruin my reputation."
How could Zhen Yueqing miss such a good opportunity? She started to taunt Lu Zijun, "What reputation do you have? Now you're seventeen and no one dares to marry you. You're a famous shrew in the capital. Do you think pretending to be a lady will help you?"
"Zhen Yueqing! Are you done yet?" Lu Zijun rolled her eyes at Zhen Yueqing in hatred. "Mind your own business, why are you still trying to control whether I can get married?"
Zhen Yueqing saw that Lu Zijun didn't argue with her and felt it was boring, so she turned around and went into the school.
A screen separated the male and female sections in the school, but they shared the same curriculum. It was common in Shengjing these days for girls to master arithmetic and poetry to broaden their horizons, so this wasn't surprising.
Lu Zijun had just sat down when Zhen Yueqing, who was sitting in front of her, turned around and said with a smile, "Hey, Lu Zijun, why are you with Song Lan? Are you thinking of marrying him? And you're so close to his sister Song Wanning."
Zhen Yueqing said, smiling at Lu Zijun again, "The General's Mansion has a bad reputation, which matches yours quite well. One loves to have affairs, and the other is a shrew. The General's Mansion's second wife, Song Wanning, was the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion for two years, and now she's divorced and her sister has married into the family. I don't know what she's up to. Her aunt is also a promiscuous person. She went to Hongye Mountain for an affair and was tied up and brought back. Now she dares not leave the house. With such a family, Song Wanning actually hooked up with the Prime Minister and married into the Prime Minister's Mansion. I guess she has some tricks..."
Song Wanning would have to endure a lot of rumors if she married Yin Yichen. After all, Yin Yichen was the object of admiration among the women in the capital, and he didn't want to marry a second wife. Who wouldn't be jealous?
Lu Zijun couldn't stand it any longer. She picked up the ink on the table and splashed it on Zhen Yueqing's face. The black ink instantly dyed Zhen Yueqing's entire face black. "If you keep gossiping and talking nonsense, I'll teach you a lesson today."
"Lu Zijun, you..." Zhen Yueqing was also spoiled at home. How could she have suffered such humiliation? She immediately rushed towards Lu Zijun and fought with her. "I let you splash me. I want you to know how powerful I am."
Lu Zijun has always been strong, and few weak girls can match her. After a while, Zhen Yueqing was pinned to the ground by her. Lu Zijun pinched Zhen Yueqing's chin coldly and said in a cold voice, "I asked you to say my friend, I asked you to say it."
As Lu Zijun spoke, she picked up the brush beside her and began to scribble on Zhen Yueqing's body, lecturing her as she did so. "I wonder if you'll dare to do it again next time. Next time you see me, avoid me. Do you understand?"
Zhen Yueqing was covered in ink and now she dared not resist. She just cried and said nothing.
The officials' families and children standing by were all stunned, and no one dared to step forward to stop them. Although Lu Zijun had always had a bad reputation, this was the first time he had engaged in such a violent fight.
After a while, the teacher from the school came in. Seeing the chaotic scene, he said with a sullen face, "What are you doing? If you want to fight, go outside. What's the point of coming to fight in my Bishui Hall? Who is hitting you? Stand up."
Seeing this, Lu Zijun could only let go of the crying Zhen Yueqing and stood up. Her face and body were now stained with ink. She rubbed her fingers guiltily and said in a low voice, "Mr.
"You're new here today, aren't you? Your father just told me yesterday to let you come, and you're already here causing trouble." The gentleman's face darkened with anger, and he cursed, "Go home, this place doesn't suit you. Get out! I'll write to your father and tell him what you're doing here at Bishuitang."
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