Chapter 023: Fanatical pursuit
Someone in the crowd shouted, "We know that Master Wu Yunzi is giving a lecture at the academy today. Let us go in! We just want to catch a glimpse of the master!"
"Yes, we rushed here before dawn in order to see the Master."
Some of these people were wearing Confucian robes, and some were dressed in luxurious clothes. They were the ones who had just gone up the mountain.
They all came for Wu Yunzi.
Some people really like Wu Yunzi's paintings and come to learn from them; but most people value the value of those paintings more.
If you can get one, you will gain both fame and fortune.
Ying Zhilin said that Wu Yunzi comes to the academy to teach once every three months, and the time is not fixed, just to avoid the current situation.
The guards of the academy were stern and impartial: "The academy has a rule that no outsiders are allowed to enter. Please go back."
Those people wailed.
They all tried to please the guards and asked them to go in and plead for mercy.
Some people even gave money to the security guards.
The guard's face was dark as he pushed the silver back and said, "Hurry up and leave. You can't get in today."
Not only did those people not leave, but they felt that the security guards were unwilling to make concessions and that they had not spent their money effectively.
Moreover, with so many people coming, the master will definitely not see them all. He will only select randomly or find those with the most sincere hearts.
How do we know whether their hearts are sincere?
Of course, it depends on whether the bribes are enough before the security guards will speak for them.
Then, Wen Yan saw that the silver coins those people stuffed in were bigger and bigger.
Wen Yan even saw someone stuffing golden things into the guards' pockets.
"That's gold!" Wen Yan said with a sigh.
She approached the doorman who was maintaining order and asked in a low voice, "Young man, is it so lively here every day?"
The doorman looked at her curiously: "Aren't you here to see Master Wu Yunzi because of his fame?"
Jianwen Yan shook his head before he continued, "Master Wu Yunzi only comes to the academy to teach once every three months, and his schedule is kept secret. Each lecture time is determined at the last minute to avoid the current situation. I don't know who leaked the news this time."
The concierge was also helpless.
It's pretty much the same as what Ying Zhilin said.
Wen Yan sighed: "These people are really fanatical!"
"Sister, you are not here for the master, then what are you here for?" the doorman suddenly asked.
Wen Yan lifted the basket in her hand and said, "My husband Ying Zhilin is studying here. I am here to deliver something."
"Are you the wife of Mr. Ying?" The doorman was a little embarrassed. He had just called the scholar's wife "big sister".
"Student Ying told me this morning that his wife would be here today. Normally, I would have taken you in directly, but given the current situation..."
The concierge was in a dilemma.
Now that he has let Wen Yan in, others will definitely rush in when they see her.
If a riot occurs, he cannot take the responsibility.
"I'm just here to deliver something. It doesn't matter whether I can go in or not." Wen Yan waved her hand and didn't force him. Instead, she asked the doorman to pass it on.
After completing the registration, she left.
Wen Yan walked for a while, then suddenly remembered the fat old man, so she turned back.
I saw a woman in pink, stuffing a floral bundle into the doorman's hand: "Then please help me pass it on."
The woman in pink turned and left, and happened to meet Wen Yan.
The woman in pink looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin and a thick, long, black braid that was particularly eye-catching.
A pair of dark eyes, big and round, but with drooping corners, revealing a subtle sorrow in the eyes.
It made her once vibrant appearance look much less attractive and even made people feel awkward.
When the woman saw Wen Yan, her eyes suddenly widened.
A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, as if it was very strange that Wen Yan appeared here!
Wen Yan was confused and was about to step forward to ask.
The woman turned her head away and hurried away.
Wen Yan: “…”
She retracted her gaze, found the gatekeeper again, and explained her purpose. "Just now, when I was going up the mountain, I met a fat, white old man carrying a large bag of books. If he is from the academy, you can go and meet him. He is at the top of the stairs."
"I understand." The doorman's expression tightened after hearing this. He thanked me and left in a hurry.
Wen Yan followed slowly and saw from a distance that the doorman was carrying a big bag of books and leading the fat old man away from another direction.
Wen Yan guessed that the doorman took the fat old man to go through the back door.
However, these are all matters of the academy.
Wen Yan hurried home. She had been busy painting these days and had not had time to sort out many things.
**
Capital city.
The Mansion of Marquis Jinping.
Qiao Dashuang knocked on a corner door.
After a while, a woman came out and took Qiao Dashuang to a secluded place.
Inside the Marquis’ Mansion.
Wen Ruyue returned to her yard with a gloomy face.
The maid immediately brought warm milk for her to soak her hands.
Another maid knelt beside her, massaging her hands, her tone tinged with complaint: "Madam, this is too much. You are a noble daughter, yet she asks you to massage her shoulders every day. Look at your hands, the joints are red and swollen."
"Qingzhu." Mother Qian, who was beside Wen Ruyue, scolded, "Don't talk nonsense about the master."
Qingzhu curled her lips in grievance: "I did overstep the bounds, but I feel sorry for the young lady."
"Forget it, Mama Qian, Qingzhu only says this out of loyalty." Wen Ruyue said lazily, "Qingzhu is right about one thing. I didn't marry into the Marquis's mansion to serve. I'm the Crown Prince's wife now, and will be the Marquis's wife in the future. My job is to help my mother-in-law manage the household, not be a little maid who massages her shoulders."
Just then, another maid came in.
Whispered to her.
"What did you say!" Wen Ruyue immediately overturned the milk basin and poured the milk all over Qingzhu.
The maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt down and repeated what she had just said: "Qiao...Qiao Dashuang said that Wen Yan has separated from the family and moved out to live on her own. She also said...she also said that she is now the head of the family and her life is extremely comfortable and free."
"Waste! The Ying family is all waste!" Wen Ruyue was so angry that her whole body was shaking.
The methods used by Old Witch Qiao to torture people: getting up before dawn to prepare breakfast for the whole family, and waiting for Old Witch Qiao to wash her face and feet at night.
Why not use it on Wen Yan?
Why could Wen Yan escape the suffering that he had endured?
Wen Ruyue was extremely angry.
He immediately broke another teacup.
She also wanted to smash the vase on the antique display cabinet.
Mother Qian hugged her and said, "Young Madam, calm down. These vases are part of your dowry. It's not worth it for a lowly little bitch. I guess that little bitch must have used some seductive tricks to bewitch Ying Zhilin, allowing her to successfully split the family business."
Everyone thought that Wen Ruyue hated Wen Yan because Wen Yan had taken over her identity.
That’s right, Wen Yan is a vixen.
In my previous life, I had been married to Ying Zhilin for three or four years, but he was always cold and indifferent to me.
But on the day of returning home, Ying Zhilin protected Wen Yan everywhere.
Now they are splitting up just for Wen Yan!
Why!
This is not fair!
She wanted Wen Yan to experience all the suffering she had endured.
But she stopped yelling.
Instead, he asked the maid, "Has Qiao Dashuang returned?"
The maid shook her head: "Still waiting in the alley outside."
Wen Ruyue's eyes darkened, "Go tell Qiao Dashuang this..."
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