An Xin stood on the podium in the teaching building, looking at the guilty eyes of the two doctors from the Imperial College who were responsible for grading the papers.

One of the doctors, who was about 30 years old, said in surprise: "How come the graded papers were stained black with ink when they were placed in the drawer?"

Another doctor with a gray beard also said, "When I was grading the papers, I was pleased to say that Feng Yuxiu did well in this quarterly exam. It was his best performance since he entered the Imperial College."

An Xin narrowed her eyes and glanced sideways to see Siye Lin Zhenrong, who she had not had time to clean up and was constantly making small movements behind her.

She noticed a hint of weirdness on the corners of his mouth, and she exchanged a glance with the cousin of Marquis Xuanping who was standing in the crowd at the door.

At this moment, there was an exchange of glances between the two.

This allowed An Xin to guess some of the tricks.

I really don't dare to underestimate these ancient backyard women, as they were able to hook up with people in the Imperial College and get them to do things for them.

Not to mention how powerful people like Meng Yulan are, but she is definitely very cunning and is also a ruthless person who is willing to risk everything.

Lin Siye is old enough to be her father. If she doesn't use some tricks, he won't help her easily.

At this time, the supervisor, doctor, teaching assistant, principal, and students sitting below came into the classroom.

Everyone's eyes followed Meng Yutao to the podium and bowed deeply to An Xin, who looked at him calmly and said, "Does the Lord Jijiu's words still count?"

An Xin took a look and lay on the table with a lonely expression, looking at her Feng boy dimly.

Seeing that his eyes were a little moist, An Xin withdrew her gaze without any expression and looked at Meng Yutao, who had a smug look on his face.

Even if teenagers have some scheming minds, it is difficult for them to be so cunning as to completely hide their emotions.

Replied: "Of course it counts."

The young man sitting there now looked even more dejected, and buried his face in his elbows silently. Thinking about all his efforts during this period just to become An Xin's disciple, Feng Yuxiu felt even more sad that his hopes were dashed.

Feng Yuxiu is not stupid. He knows that most of the resources and connections of the Xuanping Marquis Mansion will be passed on to his eldest brother, the prince.

When he reached a certain age, he could only get a sinecure in the capital city with the help of his family, and he lived his whole life in a daze.

But it would be different if he became An Xin's disciple. Not to mention how awesome An Xin was as a teacher, with the protection of six civil officials and four military brothers as senior brothers, he would be able to walk around the capital with his title of "Young Master".

If Jiang Zhou and the others knew what Feng Yuxiu was thinking, they would definitely tell him that he was dreaming.

"The student kowtows to the teacher." Fearing that things might get more complicated, Meng Yutao, at the suggestion of his sister Meng Yulan, said that he would kneel down and kowtow to An Xin, hoping to make the relationship between master and disciple real in this way.

"Wait a minute." An Xin grabbed Meng Yutao's arm and forcibly pulled him up as he was about to kneel down. "The matter has not been concluded yet. I dare not accept your call of teacher."

From the very beginning, An Xin saw that Meng Yutao and Meng Yulan, the brother and sister, had some evil intentions, so how could she possibly accept him as her disciple?

As soon as these words were spoken, whether it was Feng Yuxiu, who was sitting below with a depressed look, or Feng Lingyun, who was standing at the door feeling sad for his brother who had missed out on a good teacher, they all looked up in surprise at An Xin, who was standing there with a tall and straight figure in an official uniform.

Meng Yulan and her brother, who originally thought that this matter was a sure thing, began to feel a little uneasy. "Teacher..."

An Xin narrowed her eyes slightly. Could it be that this guy couldn't understand what she was saying? Then don't blame her for being straightforward.

He turned around and looked at An Rui, who was standing not far from Feng Lingyun. He wanted to go up and say something to comfort her, but then he looked at An Rui, whom his cousin did not dare to reveal the news in advance.

The corner of An Xin's mouth twitched. This boy was really mesmerized by beauty.

"Bring those guys up here and ask them to tell you what they saw yesterday."

"Ah...oh," An Rui heard his cousin talking to him, and he reacted and hurried downstairs to pull up the boys.

Lin Zhenrong, who was standing in the classroom, had a flickering look in his eyes, opened his mouth, and then closed it again with a hopeful mentality.

Shan Yongzhen was brought up, followed by two students who were not very familiar but looked like good boys.

An Xin said calmly: "What did you see yesterday? Tell the truth, no need to consider anyone."

"Can we join the Cuju team?" Shan Yongzhen asked eagerly.

"No." An Xin looked at Shan Yongzhen with a cunning look in his eyes and thought that he was worthy of being the grandson of old man Shan from the Censorate. His skill in taking advantage of others' misfortunes was perfect.

But after all, he was young and thoughtless, and he chose the wrong time. Otherwise, it would be fine not to accept him, since the Cuju team was not full anyway.

"Why not?"

"Why so many whys?" An Xin: "If you want to tell me what you saw yesterday, then tell me. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Shan Yongzhen curled his lips. These days, he saw that several of his former playmates had signed up to play Cuju, so he thought he would not be left out. He thought he had a chance this time.

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"Oh." Shan Yongzhen sighed.

Or he recalled the embarrassing incident yesterday when he cornered Chi Lan and Wei Yang in a corner and asked them to do his homework for him. He accidentally heard some noise in the room where the test papers were kept.

The three men saw through the cracks in the window that Lin Siye had spilled ink on the test paper, and they told him everything.

When the other two were asked by other teachers from the Imperial College, they nodded and confirmed this.

At this time, everyone looked at Lin Zhenrong, who was staring at the three teenagers with bloodshot eyes: "You are talking nonsense. Do you know that framing an official will result in a beating and imprisonment?"

"We saw it with our own eyes, how can you talk nonsense?" Shan Yongzhen was not afraid of him, a fourth-rank official.

Although the other two young men had good tempers, few of those who could study in the Imperial College came from ordinary families, so they were naturally not afraid of the intimidation from Lin Zhenrong, the dean.

The three people who were scolded by Lin Zhenrong for talking nonsense glared at him angrily.

Lin Zhenrong did not expect to be caught by three young boys while doing something bad, so he turned around and looked towards the door.

He saw the girl who had stopped his sedan chair a few days ago and claimed to be the daughter of his former classmate. She tearfully told him about her and her brother's life as dependents on others.

He only said that his younger brother was often bullied by Feng Yuxiu, so he thought of destroying his test paper to teach him a small lesson.

Lin Zhenrong thought it was not a big deal. At that time, Meng Yulan threw herself into his arms again, looking very dependent on him.

This made the middle-aged man lose his composure and agree to it without thinking.

It was not until now that Lin Zhenrong realized that he had been taken advantage of by someone, and that the person was a young girl.

At this moment, he could only see the pearl and jade hairpins inlaid in her drooping hair, gently swaying in her hair. He shook his head slightly as the woman looked at him pleadingly.

Lin Zhenrong looked at her with gloomy eyes and said nothing more, which was considered as accepting the matter.