6 I am a dandy prince
◎Not a great writer◎
Zhusongtang
His Majesty and the president of Shochiku Academy sat at separate tables, with black and white chess pieces on the chess table in the middle.
"Sir, there are many white pieces in your chess game, but they seem to be redundant." Playing with the jade pendant in his hand, the emperor smiled at the old man opposite him.
"But each one of them may have unexpected effects, right? Your Majesty." He put down a white piece in his hand, and the chess game changed immediately. The original result of the black piece leading was reversed.
The emperor remained calm. He picked up four black pieces and placed them in the four corners quickly and firmly.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
"Sir, can't you see? I'm playing chess."
"Your Majesty, you have violated the rules of chess."
"Sir, do you remember what I said before we played chess? 'I will not lose this game of chess.'"
Looking at the chessboard in front of him, the dean felt as if a huge net was coming towards him.
Just like a fish can't escape from the sea?
"I lost." Throwing down the remaining chess pieces in the book, the dean let out a long sigh.
"Sir, I..."
.........
At the same time, outside Zhusong Hall, Xie Mingxuan came over with a pot of tea and prepared to bring it into the inner room.
"Young general, please stay. His Majesty and President Shochiku are playing chess inside. Outsiders are not allowed to disturb them." Xiao Fuzi, who was guarding the door, stopped Xie Mingxuan.
"Eunuch Fu." Xie Mingxuan bowed slightly to Xiao Fuzi, "Do you know when His Majesty and the Dean will come out? We can make arrangements early."
"I don't know about this matter. Your Majesty's thoughts are not something we can guess."
Seeing that Xie Mingxuan still seemed worried, Xiao Fuzi spoke again and reminded him, "Your Majesty is only thinking about the exam."
Xie Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and bowed, "Thank you, Eunuch Fu."
"Thank you for your courtesy, young general."
After turning a few corners, Xie Mingxuan arrived at the front hall of the academy.
"Disciple Xie Mingxuan, seeking an audience." He walked forward and knocked on the door.
A voice came from inside the door: "It's Mingxuan, come in."
Xie Mingxuan pushed the door open and saw three teachers from the college sitting around a round table drinking tea. His teacher, Michael Wong, had his eyes half closed and was obviously intoxicated.
"Hello, gentlemen." Xie Mingxuan bowed.
"Mingxuan, I've told you so many times, there's no need to be so polite." Michael Wong smiled helplessly.
"Teacher, etiquette cannot be abandoned." Xie Mingxuan said seriously.
"Hahaha, Minde, your disciple is much better than my useless disciples. Those little bastards co-wrote a book, and now they run outside all day and hardly attend classes." Vice President Zhao Xiyan, who was sitting on the side, laughed.
"Brother Xiyan, you are too kind. Mingxuan, this child still needs more experience." Michael Wong turned to look at Xie Mingxuan and asked, "Did you find out any information?"
Xie Mingxuan shook his head and said, "The eunuch guarding the gate did not let me in. He only said to me, 'Your Majesty came here only for the examination.'"
"This..." Michael Wong's hand, which was stroking his beard, stopped in mid-air, his face solemn, "Mingxuan, you should go out and do your work first!"
"Yes, teacher." Seeing that his teacher obviously wanted to say something to the other two teachers, Xie Mingxuan said goodbye immediately.
"The storm is about to come!" Wong Min-te sighed as he looked at the receding figure of Michael Tse.
"Songzhu Academy has introduced that more than half of the ministers in the court are from our academy for many years. It seems that His Majesty is dissatisfied." Turning his head through the window, looking in the direction of Zhusong Hall, he wondered how the dean was doing? Could he handle it? Wang Minde was a little worried.
"The worst that can happen is that the school will be closed, but my life won't be lost. Why think so much?" Zheng Qiuren poured himself a cup of tea and spoke nonchalantly.
Changing the subject, Zheng Qiuren asked Zhao Xiyan, "What kind of books did your disciples write?"
"It's just a side note, just a side note." Vice Dean Zhao Xiyan said as he bent down and pulled out a book from under the corner of the table. "The guys gave it to me the day before yesterday. They said it was very popular outside and they kept it for me. I didn't like it and used it to pad the corner of the table."
"Your disciples are really outstanding. Oh, look at this book, it's so well written. It seems that Mingxuan will come here more often to ask his senior brothers for advice in the future." Michael Wong took the book and couldn't put it down, observing it carefully.
The book was passed to Zheng Qiuren, who polished it a few times and then threw it away: "It is indeed a good material for table legs."
"You!...You!" Zhao Xiyan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
He quickly picked up the book on the ground and wiped it carefully with his sleeve. His disciples had recently published a book, which made him very proud, and he showed it off wherever he went.
Because of his position as vice-president, he was praised by people everywhere, saying that he was knowledgeable and had the talent to educate people.
This made Zhao Xiyan even more confused and at a loss as to what to do.
Today, because of the exam, the three of them got together. Normally, the three of them were very busy and could not find any opportunities to show off.
He never expected that this old man Zheng Qiuren would not play by the rules.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly froze. Zhao Xiyan sat aside, puffing his beard and glaring, while Zheng Qiuren was still drinking tea nonchalantly.
Seeing this scene made Michael Wong's head hurt and his eyelids twitch. What sin did he commit to make him meet these two colleagues?
He said, "I think the content of this book is OK. For disciples like them who haven't even started bleeding yet, it's already very good. Qiu Ren, you're too picky."
"Picky? The content is rigid and dogmatic, and I don't know what it means. The words may seem fancy, but the content is empty and worthless."
This made Zhao Xiyan even angrier. Feeling that his face was being rejected, he stood up, turned around and looked at Zheng Qiuren and said loudly:
"You old bastard, I think you are just jealous! For so many years, you have had a lot of registered disciples, but not a single direct disciple. Today I finally know that for someone like you, you are already thankful for having a registered disciple, what else do you want? A direct disciple! Maybe in the next life!"
“Brother Xiyan, Brother Xiyan, be careful with your words, be careful with your words…” Michael Wong stood up, held Zhao Xiyan tightly, and kept persuading him.
Zheng Qiuren, who had been sitting quietly in the chair, did not open his mouth to argue. He put down the teacup in his hand, reached out from his arms and took out a book, throwing it on the table: "Take a look!"
"What are you looking at? What tricks are you playing?" Zhao Xiyan was still standing aside, still angry.
Michael Wong reached out and picked up the book and asked Cheng Qiuren: "What is this?"
Picking up the teacup on the table again, Zheng Qiuren took a sip of tea and said quietly, "This is a book written by my personal disciple."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiyan snatched the book from Michael Wong's hand and started reading it, and asked, "Is this really your direct disciple?"
In the future, Zheng Qiuren thought to himself that he would go to the prince in a few days and formally accept him as his apprentice.
"Tsk tsk, 'How to Become a Dandy'? I don't know why this book is so poorly titled!" After complaining about the title, Zhao Xiyan turned the page again, wanting to continue complaining about the content.
Half an incense stick of time passed, and Michael Wong saw Zhao Xiyan beside him, who had been reading with his head down, without saying a word. He thought, could it be that Brother Xiyan couldn't find any fault with me? So he took the initiative to speak:
"It's been quite some time since we three met this time. It's getting dark. Why don't we leave early?"
"Leave? That's not possible!" Zhao Xiyan raised his head from the book and spoke after hearing this.
Wang Minde thought that he still had some resentment in his heart, so he took the initiative to comfort him: "Brother Xi Yan, what happened today..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted. Zhao Xiyan laughed and said, "This book is extremely exquisite and amazing! This boy has great talent! Great talent! He will achieve great things in the future!"
Seeing Zhao Xiyan praising him so much, Michael Wong was a little surprised. Was he going crazy? He asked worriedly, "Brother Xiyan, are you okay?"
"Nothing, nothing. I just haven't seen you for a long time. I'm just happy to see such a talented student." He turned to Zheng Qiuren and said, "I was a little wrong just now. Don't take it to heart. You have to let me meet your disciple. I have a lot of ideas about books and I want to exchange ideas with him."
After hearing this, Michael Wong was really curious about what kind of book could receive such praise.
He took the book "How to Become a Dandy" from Zhao Xiyan's hand and read it carefully.
After hearing what Zhao Xiyan said, Zheng Qiuren just smiled and said nothing.
I was thinking in my heart that I had underestimated the talent of the young master. No, I can't wait any longer. I will go to the door of the young master's examination room and wait for him. As soon as he finishes the exam, I will let him go with me to perform the ceremony of paying homage to my teacher.
Bai Yu, he must be my, Zheng Qiuren's direct disciple! Zheng Qiuren believes that in his hands, Bai Yu will shine even more brightly and go down in history.
At this moment, Bai Yu was in the Zhusong Hall examination room, trying hard to forge the test paper in order to maintain his dandy persona. He had no idea that when he came out of the examination room, a master would be there to greet him and wait for him to pay homage to him.
Moreover, the master was confident that he would train him to become a great figure who would go down in history.
【Author’s words】
Mini-theater:
Before reading
Zhao Xiyan: What kind of crappy book is "How to Become a Dandy"?
After reading
Zhao Xiyan: It smells so good!!
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