He is really good at it. Just a random action or a word can make Jiang Sui's heart beat for a long time.
After leaving the room, she couldn't rest for a long time. Her heart felt as sweet as honey. So this is the feeling of love, that kind of ambiguous feeling of pulling.
Xiao Hechuan was also in a difficult mood. For the first time, he picked up a book that interested him, but he had no intention of reading it.
Jiang Sui's smiles and frowns were always in his mind. Thinking of some of her little expressions and little mistakes, he couldn't help laughing out loud. He began to look forward to their future...
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At the Xie Mansion, Mr. Qi brought back the best poem of the day to report to Mr. Xie. Coincidentally, Dean Ye from Baiyun Academy was also a guest at his house.
Ye Congwen planned to select a few outstanding talents from this Xie family poetry gathering and recruit them into Baiyun Academy.
In the past two years, there have not been many outstanding students in Baiyun Academy. The few that exist are only slightly more talented. In the last imperial examination, his Baiyun Academy only produced one Jinshi who was among the top 30.
For two consecutive sessions, there have been no top ten Jinshi candidates, let alone the top three, second place, third place or number one.
Therefore, this time Ye Congwen wanted to dig out two good talents and focus on training them, so as to establish the reputation of his Baiyun Academy.
"Master, today we have found a treasure. A young man has come to participate in our poetry gathering. He has beautiful calligraphy and poetry. He is also very handsome and has an extraordinary demeanor."
"Really? Did you bring the poem back?" Mr. Xie asked after taking a sip of tea.
"I've brought it back, please take a look!" Mr. Qi handed over Xiao Hechuan's poem.
Mr. Xie didn't have much hope at first. There have indeed not been many outstanding young people in the past two years. Mr. Qi always said that there were good poems, but in fact they were just mediocre.
However, when the poem came to him, Mr. Xie showed an expression of appreciation, and his smile gradually became brighter. He stroked his short beard and sighed:
"Yes, yes, it's quite good. It's indeed a good poem, especially the handwriting, which is eye-catching. Among so many students, this is the first time I have seen such good handwriting."
Mr. Xie's reaction successfully aroused Ye Congwen's interest.
To be praised three times by this old fellow, the poem must be of some quality. He has been waiting for Mr. Xie to show him the poem.
As a result, the old guy became addicted to watching it. He kept looking at it over and over again, praising it as he watched.
"What's the name of the young man who wrote this poem? Which academy is he from?"
"His surname is Xiao, and his name is Hechuan! He has not yet entered any academy to take the entrance exam. Moreover, he said that he has no famous scholars to teach him. He has learned everything by himself!"
There are not many outstanding students in Jeju who can be named, and no one has heard of the name Xiao Hechuan.
Ye Congwen became more and more interested in this. In this case, if the person is really good, he must try his best to recruit him into Baiyun Academy.
So, he took the initiative to say to Mr. Xie:
"Thank you, sir. Can you show me the poem?"
Mr. Xie then remembered that Dean Ye was still there. He smiled awkwardly and quickly asked Mr. Qi to take the poem to Ye Congwen.
Ye Congwen got the poem as he wished, and his reaction was similar to that of Mr. Xie, with a light shining in his eyes.
He thought to himself that he would go and find out tomorrow how powerful Xiao Hechuan was so that he could snatch him away.
Tomorrow, there will definitely be several other academies coming to snatch people away, and his Baiyun Academy will definitely be the first to bear the brunt.
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When Ye Congwen returned to the Ye Mansion, Ye Shu was looking at the plum blossoms in the garden. She looked cold and unhappy every day, and seemed to have no interest in anything.
This congenital leg disease made her moody, and even her father Ye Congwen felt a little scared every time he saw her.
His beloved wife died young, and he only had one daughter. Even though she was born with a disability, he still doted on her and satisfied her with whatever she wanted.
Seeing him coming back, Ye Shu greeted him lightly:
"Father is well!"
Seeing that she was not in a good mood, Ye Congwen took the initiative to bring up the poetry reading.
"Shu'er, do you want to go to the Xie family's poetry gathering tomorrow? Today, a young man submitted a poem of great quality, which will surely catch your eye. It is said that this young man has an extraordinary bearing and is very handsome. His handwriting is superb, with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. He is the one who got the Nanmu card!"
Ye Congwen knew that his daughter liked good-looking people. There was not a single ugly maid or servant in the yard. She didn't want to see some ugly things every day. It was already annoying enough. If she saw only ugly maids and servants, she would be even more annoyed.
Sure enough, when he said that the man was of extraordinary appearance and very handsome, Ye Shu finally reacted and moved her gaze from the plum blossoms to her father.
"Oh? Then father, show me the poem!"
"The poem is in the hands of your Uncle Xie, but I have memorized it and will read it to you!"
Ye Congwen even cleared his throat and then recited a poem to Ye Shu. After he finished, Ye Shu adjusted her hair bun with one hand and finally a smile appeared on her face.
"Father, what's that man's name?" She seemed to be interested.
"Xiao Hechuan, the "He" of white crane and the "Chuan" of mountains and rivers, this name is quite good and grand!"
"Xiao Hechuan..." Ye Shu repeated the name softly. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the man who ignored her on the street that day.
"Father, I have nothing to do tomorrow, so let's go to the Xie family poetry gathering to join in the fun. As usual, please ask Uncle Xie to draw a beaded curtain for me. I don't want to be seen by too many people!"
Because of her leg, Ye Shu generally doesn't like to go to such poetry gatherings. There are many talented women at poetry gatherings. They are all healthy and boast about their poetry and literature. They are all very proud. She doesn't want to be compared with them.
If she wasn't interested in Xiao Hechuan, she would never have participated in this poetry gathering.
Seeing that she agreed to go to the poetry reading, Ye Congwen breathed a sigh of relief.
Whenever he talks to his daughter, he always feels that she is the elder and he is the junior.
"In that case, I will ask someone to go to Xie's house and tell them that Huashang Village has fashionable winter clothes. I will ask the maid to accompany you to take a look and buy two new clothes. You can dress up beautifully for the poetry gathering tomorrow. Our Shu'er is so beautiful. Once she goes, she will definitely outshine all the other beauties!"
Ye Congwen knew how to make his daughter happy and had a deep understanding of her.
Sure enough, Ye Shu's mood at this moment was visibly better, and the maids around her felt that the air pressure around them was not so low anymore.
There is never any sign when the young lady gets angry, and the maids are always the ones who suffer.
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