11 I am a dandy prince
◎Not a great writer◎
Along the way, Zheng Qiuren was very happy. Although he had regarded himself as Bai Yu's teacher for a long time, he did not expect that Bai Yu would actually choose him this time. This was a competition with the dean!
As he was thinking, he did not stop, and brought Bai Yu to his own yard after many twists and turns.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, his disciple Ping An came forward and said respectfully, "Teacher."
"Yeah." Zheng Qiuren replied calmly. Seeing that only Ping'an was there, he immediately asked, "Where's Jixiang?"
"Senior Brother Xie Mingxuan is busy with something, so he borrowed Jixiang from him. I will stay here and wait for Master." Ping An said.
"Yes." Zheng Qiuren nodded to indicate that he understood. "Go in and make a pot of tea and bring it over." He then went on to instruct Ping An.
"Yes, teacher." Ping An responded.
After giving the order, Zheng Qiuren turned around and said to Bai Yu enthusiastically, "This is my registered disciple Ping An, and another one is called Jixiang. You should have seen them both."
As he spoke, Zheng Qiuren led Bai Yu to sit in the inner room, brought some snacks and placed them on the table, and said, "I only have these two disciples around me. Most of the other registered disciples have entered the court to serve as officials or have started families and careers."
"Why are they all registered disciples?" Bai Yu asked curiously.
"The talents of those people are not enough for me to recognize, so until now I only have you as my direct disciple." Zheng Qiuren said.
"Yeah." He responded nonchalantly, not too moved by what Zheng Qiuren said about the 'direct disciple'.
It's just the title of a direct disciple. Can it be more famous than the title of the dean's disciple?
As for talent? Come on, what talent can I have that I don’t even know about? Enough of the polite words from the adult world, I understand!
Bai Yu's nonchalant attitude did not discourage Zheng Qiuren's enthusiasm. He thought secretly in his heart: After being accepted as my disciple, he did not become arrogant but calm and composed. I really did not misjudge him. Not only is he highly talented, but he is also humble and prudent!
Take some time to take him to visit his senior brothers and sisters. Since the junior brother comes to visit them in person, he should at least give them some gifts.
Ping An came in from the tea room and interrupted Zheng Qiuren's thoughts. He walked over slowly with brewed tea, poured the tea into cups, and placed them in front of Zheng Qiuren and Bai Yu respectively.
Seeing the tea being served, Bai Yu picked up the teacup on the table while listening to the words.
"Hiss—" Bai Yu cried out in shock as the cup burned him, revealing an expression of unbearable pain. Zheng Qiuren, who was standing beside him, was also startled. He turned around and said to Ping An, who was still standing there in a daze, "Go to the cold cellar and get some ice cubes."
After hearing this, Ping An quickly got up and left.
"No problem." Bai Yu shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
But until the moment of leaving, Zheng Qiuren kept talking to Bai Yu.
After Bai Yu firmly said that she was fine and did not need to see a doctor, they even packed a bag of ice cubes for Bai Yu to hold. It seemed like seeing the Anping Marquis and his wife, who were just as nagging and worrying.
But Bai Yu could still feel the sincere concern. In the end, Bai Yu did not reject Zheng Qiuren's kindness and went back with the bag of ice cubes.
Seeing Bai Yu gradually walking away, the smile on Zheng Qiuren's face disappeared instantly, returning to his original cold and calm expression, with an appearance of majesty without even getting angry.
He turned to Ping An and said, "Come in."
Without waiting for Ping An to reply, he stood up and walked in.
Sitting on the mahogany chair, Zheng Qiuren watched Ping An slowly approaching him and finally standing in front of him.
"Old...old...teacher." Ping An said in a low voice.
"Go ahead!" Zheng Qiuren said.
"Say...say what?" Ping An said timidly.
"Don't you understand? Then let me ask you, I usually like cold tea, and the water prepared in the tea room is mostly warm water. Why did you serve such boiling hot tea today?" Zheng Qiuren said.
“I…I…I…” He tried to open his mouth but the final sentence was not formed and he only uttered the word ‘I’.
Seeing his disciple in such a dilemma, Zheng Qiuren finally gave in and said, "Forget it, forget it. You are usually diligent and careful. I don't think you did it on purpose. Be more careful in the future and don't make this kind of mistake again!"
Hearing these words, Ping An breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
Ping An didn't wait for too long to be happy, and Zheng Qiuren continued, "However, your junior brother is still injured! Go! Stand in horse stance under the willow tree in the yard for two hours, so that I can see if your basic skills have been slack recently!"
"What kind of injury is that? People who practice martial arts encounter many bumps and bruises every day. Aren't you the same, teacher?" Ping An couldn't help but complain and murmured in a low voice.
"What are you mumbling about? If you have any questions, speak up! Are there any other people who practice martial arts? Don't use your own standards to treat your junior brother." Zheng Qiuren said.
In a small room, Jixiang was lying on his back on the bed, flipping through a storybook out of boredom. He read a few more pages without giving up, but finally threw it beside the bed.
Alas... the stories in bookstores are getting worse and worse. They are either stories about talented men and beautiful women or stories about fox women and snake women. They are all old clichés! There is nothing new! Jixiang secretly complained.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was an unusual movement at the door. Ping An pushed the door open and walked in staggeringly with unsteady steps.
"Where have you been? How did you become like this!" Jixiang quickly stood up and helped Ping'an sit on the chair.
"Don't mention it. Today is so unlucky. It's all because of that Baiyu guy!" Ping An said viciously.
"Bai Yu? What happened to that guy?" Jixiang asked puzzledly.
"Hmph..." Ping An snorted coldly and continued, "You may not know this, but the teacher has already accepted him as his personal disciple!"
"What!" Jixiang stood up from his chair with a glare and exclaimed, "This is impossible."
Realizing his own mistake, Jixiang sat down again and asked Ping'an hastily, "Are you sure this is true?"
"Is this true?" Ping An was a little angry that he was being questioned, but he still swore, "I heard it myself at the door. This news is absolutely true!"
"This is going to be a difficult situation." Jixiang muttered to himself while sitting on the chair.
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