Chen Chengye was frightened by Han Xiao's cold gaze and took two steps back involuntarily: "What are you going to do?"
Han Xiao immediately started to laugh, as if the one who had been so imposing just now wasn't him.
Reaching out and straightening Chen Chengye's collar, he said, "Young Master Chen, this precious body of yours must be well protected. Otherwise, if you offend someone you shouldn't, you'll suffer the consequences."
Looking at Han Xiao's smiling face, Chen Chengye's Adam's apple moved twice, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Just you?"
Han Xiao retreated to Ruan Xiuran's side and continued, "Of course it wasn't me. I'm just a country bumpkin, how could I have such ability? Master Chen, you'd better be careful with the people around you. Be careful not to be used as a stepping stone by others and eaten up without leaving even a bone."
After saying that, he deliberately glanced in the direction of Han Mingxiu. He didn't care whether Chen Chengye believed it or not. As long as he could make him unhappy, Han Xiao's goal would be achieved.
Chen Chengye left Han Xiao with a grim expression. Every time he met this peasant, nothing good happened.
Watching Chen Chengye walk away, Ruan Xiuran couldn't help but say, "Why don't you let me teach him a lesson?"
Han Xiao looked at him helplessly: "County Magistrate He and Mr. Qinghe are here, can you please pay attention?"
Ruan Xiuran's body stiffened and he scratched his head. Fortunately, Han Xiao stopped him, otherwise his father would really break his legs when he returned.
Seeing more and more students leaving the stage, Lu Qingyun also became eager to try: "Han Xiao, Xiu Ran, let's go too. I think my ideas are flowing right now, and I'm sure I can catch Mr. Qinghe's eye."
Han Xiao had already been brought here by the two of them, and even after arriving here he still hadn't seen the young master. He might as well find something to do.
Han Xiao entered first, found a secluded corner with few people, and started grinding.
Lu Qingyun and Ruan Xiuran looked at each other and walked to Han Xiao's side.
The three of them took their seats. Han Xiao wasn't very good at writing poems, but he had memorized countless of them. He immediately picked up his pen and wrote, "In February, the lake water is clear, spring birds are singing in every home, the flowers in the forest have fallen after being swept, and the grass on the path has grown again after being trampled."
After finishing it, I felt a little dissatisfied when I thought about the young master being here too. I put it aside and wrote again: "The ends of the earth may have their limits, but my longing for you is endless."
After finishing writing, Han Xiao quietly wrote a few more sheets and then cut the paper into small hearts, which he put in his arms, thinking about giving them to the young master when he saw him later.
Han Xiao was still immersed in his fantasy of meeting the young master when a dry but very slender hand picked up the poem that Han Xiao had just written.
Han Xiao looked up and saw that it was Mr. Qinghe who walked up to him and took away his discarded manuscript.
The other students who were still writing poems looked at him with envy and jealousy.
Mr. Qinghe picked it up, glanced at it, and looked at Han Xiao in surprise: "Huh? Did you write this?"
Han Xiao shook his head awkwardly: "Hello sir, this was not written by me, it was written by a man named Meng Haoran."
As for Meng Haoran himself, you can go find him.
"Are these just these two sentences? What about the rest?" Mr. Qinghe was obviously interested in the poems written by Han Xiao.
Han Xiao had no choice but to recite the poem again. Suddenly he felt as if he was back in school when his teacher asked him questions.
"Hahahahaha, it really is a great poem. Where is Meng Haoran?"
As he spoke, he looked around and saw that the students were all whispering to each other, with questions on their faces. They had never heard of anyone like Meng Haoran.
Han Xiao was extremely embarrassed at this time. How should he explain that Meng Haoran was not here?
"Mr. Qinghe, Meng Haoran...he has passed away." Han Xiao had no choice but to let Meng Haoran die first. Anyway, he couldn't be found in this era, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
"Is that so? That's such a pity. God is jealous of talented people." Mr. Qinghe shook his head with regret.
Then he added, "What about your handwriting? It looks unique. It obviously took a lot of effort."
Han Xiao's handwriting was a copy of Song Huizong's Slender Gold Style. Because Han Xiao liked it very much, he spent a lot of time learning it.
"This font is copied from someone else, Zhao Ji, who has already passed away." Han Xiao said nonsense with an expressionless face. You can't find it anyway, so it doesn't matter.
Mr. Qinghe looked at Han Xiao with disbelief, wondering if this kid was lying to him.
But that doesn't make sense. Shouldn't other people be extremely happy to be favored by Mr. Qinghe?
Seeing that Han Xiao didn't say anything, Mr. Qinghe had no choice but to accept the poem and the font. However, he liked it very much, but he couldn't communicate with the person who wrote the poem.
"Then what are you hiding in your arms?" Mr. Qinghe just saw that Han Xiao had written more than one and had several hidden in his arms.
Han Xiao looked up at the sky speechlessly. This must be a joke on him. He had even specially found a place where there was no one. He wanted to know how Mr. Qinghe found him.
"Well... sir, can you please not read this?" Han Xiao said with some embarrassment. It would be embarrassing to let others see the love letter he wrote.
"No, I said I will be the reviewer today, hurry up and take it out so I can see it." Mr. Qinghe looked at Han Xiao with a smile. If Han Xiao didn't give it to him, he would really stand in front of him and not leave.
Han Xiao glanced around and saw that almost all the students had gathered around him curiously. His father was still standing in the crowd, looking at him with a puzzled look on his face. He obviously didn't understand what Han Xiao had written that made Mr. Qinghe care so much.
Han Xiao had no choice but to take out the paper hearts from his pocket and hand them to Mr. Qinghe, with a look of despair on his face. This was simply a public execution.
The crowd looked at the little hearts Han Xiao had stacked and burst into laughter. Han Xiao had a blank expression on his face and said, "Go ahead and laugh, you guys don't have a wife either."
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