After showing off his eldest son at the Ministry of Works all night, Mr. Luo returned to the Earl's mansion with a satisfied heart. In the early hours of the morning, although physically exhausted, Mr. Luo, still full of energy, called Qingyin.
“Zhang’er, now that you’ve passed the prefectural exam, I’m quite relieved. However, the provincial exam is in June, and I still hope you’ll go to Bailu Academy to study. It’s not just about studying there.” Father Luo said meaningfully.
Qingyin understood what Luo's father meant, and he nodded, "Your son understands your father's meaning and is willing to go to the academy."
Intelligent people communicate quickly; the father and son reached a satisfactory result in the blink of an eye.
The next day, Luo Jiancang cautiously looked at his elder brother, who was a sight to behold, and said, "Brother, I'm going back to the academy tomorrow. I won't be able to hand in this homework to you then."
Qingyin raised an eyebrow and parted her lips slightly: "Hmm, you don't need to leave it to me tomorrow."
Despite successfully drawing envious and jealous glances from Luo Miaoqing, Luo Jiancang couldn't shake the smile on his face.
Qingyin looked at Luo Jiancang, who was beaming with joy even while reading. Hmm, it's better not to tell this silly boy that he will be going to the academy tomorrow. Let him enjoy his happiness for a while.
Well, I'd better not tell him yet, he's such a kind and good older brother.
In the evening, the little girl, panting after finishing her whip practice, ran over, waiting for Qingyin's praise, and stared at him with bright eyes.
"Hmm, not bad." I'll try to give that demonic cult leader a good whipping to practice my tattoo.
Qingyin smiled gently, revealing no trace of cold killing intent.
The little girl felt a chill run through her body, and then she disappeared in the next second.
Luo Miaoqing thought it was just her imagination, so she continued practicing with the whip without paying any attention.
Although the little girl who had received Qingyin's true teachings was not yet comparable to any expert, she had already begun to master the art of whip-wielding. The whip cracked loudly as it hit the ground, and no one wanted to test its power.
Bailu Academy has officially started its semester. Luo Jiancang rushed back to the academy. He swore that he had never felt that the trees in the academy were so green, the flowers so fragrant, and even the teachers seemed more adorable compared to his older brother. There was also the chubby Cheng Fugui... Everything was so much better than his older brother's devilish training at home.
Seeing Luo Jiancang's excited and overjoyed expression, Cheng Fugui, a close friend of Luo's and the only son of a wealthy family in the capital, touched the goosebumps on his body and crossed his arms, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"
Suddenly realizing something, Cheng Fugui said in a panic, "You wouldn't have taken a fancy to me, would you? Let me tell you, I am the legitimate son of my family, straight as the back of my hand.
Luo Jiancang: "..."
It's a long story. "Damn, what are you thinking? You think I've got my eye on you, you little fatso?"
Hearing the familiar tone, Cheng Fugui relaxed. He raised an eyebrow and said in a comical, high-pitched voice, "Heh, who doesn't know you're after my body that's making you rich and fat?"
Luo Jiancang: "Ugh, stop disgusting me, Fatty Fu, can you be normal?"
"Okay, okay."
"But you little rascal, why haven't you been out having fun lately? I haven't heard from you in months! Hey, I heard your older brother got first place in the prefectural and county exams, and he's good-looking too. Is he really that good-looking? Compared to Gao and Qin, those guys?" Cheng Fugui asked excitedly.
Cheng Fugui's voice wasn't loud or quiet, but anyone who got close enough to hear it could definitely hear it.
Moreover, the question was directed at Luo Qingzhang, the most popular figure in the capital recently. He was even more famous for his appearance than for his academic achievements, which made the others even more curious and drew their ears closer.
Luo Jiancang said smugly, "Hmph, that's right! My older brother is handsome and talented, much more handsome than Qin Shaohuai and the others!"
Luo Jiancang's tone was confident, and since he was a good friend of Qin Shaohuai and knew that group of arrogant and domineering people, his words were naturally credible.
The others sighed inwardly, wondering if it was the familial filter of the second young master Luo, or if the eldest young master of the Luo family was really that good-looking. Otherwise, they couldn't imagine that a man could be so much better looking than Qin Shaohuai and Yin Xianzhe.
Amid the discussion, several people failed to notice that, on a normal day, the teacher would have already arrived to give lessons, but he was absent today.
Qingyin, who was greeted by He Linghua, the dean of Bailu Academy, in the morning, looked at the kind and amiable old man standing in front of her and felt a little helpless.
Perhaps it's a common trait among the elderly, but He Linghua, who always wants to play matchmaker for any junior he takes a liking to, looked at Qingyin with eyes full of admiration and joy. Originally, he had only come to meet her because of her essay in the county examination, but he hadn't expected that this young friend Luo's face would be even more dazzling than the talent of his subordinates, almost making him forget the purpose of his visit. However, he didn't care anymore. He Linghua tentatively asked, "Young friend, are you married?"
Qingyin: "..."
"No, I don't plan to get married yet. I dare not start a family before I have achieved official rank."
“That’s true, you’re still young.” He Linghua stroked his smooth beard and nodded with a smile, but only he knew what he was really thinking.
Okay, when I get back I'll tell his youngest daughter to try her best to bring such a handsome son-in-law home.
Feeling the increasingly scorching gaze, Qingyin looked at the approaching teacher with the eyes of someone looking at a savior. Great, she could finally leave the overly enthusiastic Dean He behind.
When Master Chen rushed over, he was first stunned by the stunningly beautiful face before he could hear Dean He's instructions.
“Young Chen, this is Luo Qingzhang, the eldest son of the Earl of Ningyuan’s mansion. He has come to the academy to study. Young friend Luo wants to be with his younger brother. Please take him back to Class B.”
Bailu Academy divided students into three classes—Class A, Class B, and Class C—based on their exam scores, ranked from highest to lowest. Luo Jiancang was assigned to Class B, a middle-of-the-road class. This division was intended to facilitate progress among students with varying abilities and paces.
Upon hearing Dean He's voice, the bewildered Mr. Chen nodded obediently and shyly led Qingyin to Class B.
Looking at the calm and composed Qingyin, Master Chen's usually serious face couldn't stay serious. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Young Master Qingzhang, if you have any doubts, you can come and ask me in person."
Although he was oblivious to what was happening outside his window, he knew that this young master Luo was the top scorer in the prefectural examination. If it were based on the results, he should be in Class A. Worried that the progress of Class B would slow down Qingyin's studies, Master Chen specifically said this.
Qingyin understood Master Chen's good intentions, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Chen, I understand."
After walking around a rocky path and through a classical corridor, I surprisingly didn't encounter anyone along the way, perhaps because I was in class.
Qingyin successfully entered Class B.
In Class B, Teacher Chen walked in first. Hearing the students below who initially made some noises but gradually fell silent because of his arrival, he said seriously, "Ahem, another student has come today. Everyone, please welcome him."
The people below looked at each other, some raising their heads in curiosity.
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