Suddenly half of Han Mingyuan's face became red and swollen.
"Nonsense! Who dares to say that you are my shame...cough cough...cough cough" Mr. Qinghe coughed excitedly.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Han Mingyuan quickly helped Mr. Qinghe to sit down, poured a glass of water for Mr. Qinghe and handed it to him.
"Hmph, I'm not going to die yet." Mr. Qinghe calmed down after drinking some water, and his complexion looked much better.
Looking at the teacher who had aged a lot, Han Mingyuan felt heartbroken and didn't know how to face the teacher for a moment.
Fortunately, Mr. Qinghe came to see Han Mingyuan today just to make these things clear, otherwise his disciple would never be able to figure it out with his stubborn mind.
"Teacher, please don't say such angry words." Han Mingyuan helplessly supported Mr. Qinghe. Mr. Qinghe held Han Mingyuan's hand tightly, fearing that his disciple would disappear again if he was not careful.
He knew what Han Mingyuan was thinking and originally wanted Han Mingyuan to figure it out himself, but the fact was that a letter severed their teacher-student relationship. At that time, Mr. Qinghe was so angry that he almost wanted to break Han Mingyuan's legs, but was persuaded by his own students.
This sullen situation lasted for several years. Fortunately, Lu Ming returned to Beijing. Mr. Qinghe heard from Lu Ming that Han Mingyuan was taking the imperial examination again. He was so excited that he wanted to come over immediately.
You will be stopped by Lu Ming and scare the old man. If Han Mingyuan sees you, he might be scared and change his mind.
So Mr. Qinghe suppressed his emotions and kept delaying it until now, not daring to tell Han Mingyuan in advance.
Otherwise, Han Mingyuan might not dare to come.
The teacher and student hadn't seen each other for several years, and for a while they had nothing to say. Mr. Qinghe was worried that he would upset Han Mingyuan, and Han Mingyuan was worried that he had made his teacher too sad and didn't know where to start.
Lu Ming, who was hiding in the inner room, couldn't stand it any longer. Both the teacher and the student had stubborn tempers.
It seems that it depends on yourself.
Lu Ming walked out from the inner room. Han Mingyuan was not surprised to see Lu Ming. He simply did not believe that the teacher could find this place without Lu Ming's involvement.
"Mr. Qinghe, Mingyuan has decided to retake the provincial examination this year. Do you want some advice?"
Mr. Qinghe's mood has now calmed down, and he has regained his sage-like demeanor. He glanced at Han Mingyuan out of the corner of his eye, and after a long moment of deliberation, he said, "Does he still need my guidance?"
Han Mingyuan was filled with shame. He had been reading a lot recently and had not forgotten anything his teacher had taught him. After failing the exam, he spent countless nights studying the test questions, but he couldn't understand why he ran into problems as soon as he entered the examination room.
Thinking of this, Han Mingyuan knelt down in front of Mr. Qinghe again: "Teacher, this time I must pass the exam no matter what. Please help me."
Looking at Han Mingyuan's determined eyes, Qinghe sighed in his heart. This kid was finally willing to let go.
Mr. Qinghe touched Han Mingyuan's head and continued, "If you had let it go earlier, why would it have come to this?"
Han Mingyuan's eyes were filled with tears: "I'm sorry, teacher, I embarrassed you."
Mr. Qinghe shook his head: "I never thought that you were embarrassing me. You are my disciple. I hope that if you encounter difficulties, you can tell me instead of silently bearing it yourself."
Han Mingyuan nodded. He was too arrogant at the time, which led to the current situation.
Lu Ming watched the two of them slowly talking, and a big stone was lifted from his heart.
It is really a waste of Han Mingyuan's ability to be trapped in this small town. Since Mingyuan has decided to continue with the imperial examination, he can imagine that the master can provide more help.
What's more, Han Mingyuan can also win over Mr. Qinghe.
Lu Ming's expression was complicated, and there was a hint of apology towards Han Mingyuan in his eyes.
Mr. Qinghe looked at Han Mingyuan's still slightly red and swollen cheeks and said softly: "Does it hurt?"
Han Mingyuan touched his own numbness and found it was no longer painful, so he smiled and said, "Master, you hit me well. This slap really woke me up. It doesn't hurt at all."
Mr. Qinghe looked at him unhappily, but he was also very happy to see Han Mingyuan getting close to him again.
He has always been concerned about his young disciple and would send people to inquire about Han Mingyuan's situation every year. He thought that Han Mingyuan would continue to be mediocre, but he did not expect that there would be a sudden turn of events and he would regain his confidence.
"You just know how to make me happy." Mr. Qinghe shook his head, but the happiness in his tone could not be hidden.
Han Mingyuan touched his face again and said to Lu Ming with some embarrassment: "You didn't tell me earlier that the teacher was coming, so I didn't prepare properly."
"What else do you want to prepare? Let me tell you in advance, you've become a coward." Mr. Qinghe glared.
Han Mingyuan was a little embarrassed: "I'm not..."
But on second thought, if Lu Ming had really told him in advance that his teacher was coming, he might not have had the courage. He had originally planned to go to the capital to apologize to his teacher after the provincial examination.
"I heard from Lu Ming that it was your eldest son who persuaded you?"
When Han Mingyuan heard Mr. Qinghe mention Han Xiao, he immediately understood why County Magistrate He specifically mentioned Han Xiao in the invitation letter. It was indeed the teacher's work.
He and Han Xiao were still wondering if there was any conspiracy.
"Yes, teacher, Han Xiao is here today too. I'll bring him to see you when you go out later. He's a bit of a jerk, so please don't mind."
"Oh? How did you get into trouble? I heard from Lu Ming that your eldest son is very capable." Mr. Qinghe was a little curious. After all, Lu Ming had praised Han Xiao to the skies.
"I know this." Lu Ming felt a little itchy when he talked about Han Xiao, and immediately told Mr. Qinghe everything about Han Xiao.
Han Mingyuan felt very embarrassed listening to this. He really didn't know that Han Xiao had so many issues with Lu Ming. He looked at Lu Ming with a bit of pity. After all, he didn't get any advantage from Han Xiao. To put it in a rounded way, it was equivalent to working for Han Xiao, and Han Xiao just lay down and counted the money.
"Hahaha, sounds like an interesting little guy. Okay, I'll go meet him later." Mr. Qinghe's curiosity was now completely aroused.
"Little guy," Han Mingyuan shuddered. Han Xiao couldn't really be called small. He had seen his muscular body.
"Mr. Qinghe!"
The three were still talking when a middle-aged man's voice was heard outside.
Mr. Qinghe put away the smile on his face and said, "Come in."
There was a sound of a door being pushed open, and a middle-aged man in purple brocade clothes came in. He looked to be about forty years old, not tall, with ordinary features, the kind that you would not be able to find in a crowd.
The middle-aged man looked at Mr. Qinghe talking to Han Mingyuan and was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face: "Mr. Qinghe, it's getting late. Do you think we can start the meal?"
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