Chapter 558: The closer you are to ink,
the more evil you will be This mountain, with water and lush trees, gives people a sense of spirituality.
Zhuang Qingning said with emotion, "This mountain has beautiful scenery. It is a place with many outstanding people and beautiful scenery."
"We chose this place to build the academy and selected it carefully, so it won't be bad." Fan Wenxuan replied.
"You don't know this?"
Suddenly, a young woman's voice came from the side, with a strong sense of contempt.
Zhuang Qingning and his group turned their heads and saw a young girl in red surrounded by people.
The girl looked three or four years older than Zhuang Qingsui, and was taller. Her features were quite delicate, but her face was full of pride. Seeing the stunned expressions on Zhuang Qingning and the others' faces, she raised her chin and said, "This women's academy was originally built by the Empress Dowager who passed by here and stayed for two days because she saw the beautiful scenery here."
"During his stay, he saw that most of the women here did not study and only did needlework. He felt deeply moved and ordered the establishment of a women's academy so that all intelligent women could read books. He then asked local officials to choose a place to build the women's academy."
"You don't even know these things, but you still want to take the exam? I think you should not waste your energy on this. You'll be embarrassed for this person. It's better to go back early."
After the woman in red said this, she glanced at Zhuang Qingsui and the others with contempt.
It can be said that all those who come to take the exam are competitors, and it is common for them to compete with each other secretly. However, this is the first time that Zhuang Qingning has seen someone as arrogant and suppress others as this woman in red.
"This sister knows so much, she must be very knowledgeable." Zhuang Qingsui said with a smile.
"Of course. Although I can't say that you have read a lot of books, you are well-read." The red-clothed woman glanced at Zhuang Qingsui and said, "Books are very expensive. For someone like you who doesn't even bring a few servants with you when you go out, I'm afraid your family is not well off and you can't afford to buy many books."
Ban Qing, who was standing by, had a green face. He was about to scold her, but he heard Zhuang Qingsui say with a smile, "Since you are well-read, then you must know where the line 'The lights suddenly turn on, the village is getting closer, the evening breeze suddenly rises, and the music is floating' came from?"
The woman in red was stunned for a moment when she heard Zhuang Qingsui's question. She obviously didn't know where the sentence came from. Her lips, which were bitten from time to time, gradually turned white.
Zhuang Qingsui just smiled and said nothing more. He just held Zhuang Qingning's hand and walked up quickly.
Fan Wenxuan and others also hurried to follow.
"Sister Sui, who wrote these two sentences and where did they come from?" Chu Jinzhou scratched his ear. "I have never read this either. Sister Sui, please tell me something."
"This..." Zhuang Qingsui blinked, "I just made up these two sentences, they come from here."
As he spoke, Zhuang Qingsui stretched out his finger, tapped his forehead, and chuckled.
"I knew it." Fan Wenxuan laughed and tapped Zhuang Qingsui's forehead. "You are becoming more and more clever now."
"It's just a response measure in an emergency." Zhuang Qingsui stuck out his tongue and made a face again.
It is said that birds of a feather flock together. She is indeed worthy of being Zhuang Qingning's sister.
First, you will never let yourself get angry for no reason. Second, you will never let the other party get proud. Third, you will never confront them head-on.
In short, like a cunning little fox, he will make you suffer a setback.
Fan Wenxuan stroked his beard and chuckled.
Several people continued to walk up, but the woman in red stopped where she was, gritted her teeth for a long time, then glared at Zhuang Qingsui and the others, then walked up quickly and surpassed them.
Zhuang Qingning and others ignored it and just went up to the entrance of the Girls' College.
At this time, the door of the academy had not been opened yet. There were only a few people who looked like teachers standing at the door, directing the students to line up in order and take a small test before admission.
The test consists of three parts. The first is to randomly write a five-character quatrain, the second is to randomly recite a seven-character regulated verse and express your own experience, and the third...
The third thing is to take out the gift to honor your husband and explain the reason.
The first two items are understandable, but the third one...
Zhuang Qingning was a little surprised. "Mr. Fan, isn't it said that this women's academy does not charge tuition fees and is known for its integrity? Why do students have to give gifts to the teachers?"
"This is set by the headmaster," Mr. Fan replied, "so that students can respect their teachers and understand the hard work of the teachers in teaching and learning. As for the gift, it doesn't matter what it is. It's all fine."
"I have also prepared something for Qingsui."
As Mr. Fan spoke, he took out a simple scroll from his hand and opened it for Zhuang Qingning to see.
It is a piece of calligraphy. Judging from the appearance of the characters, it was probably written by Fan Wenxuan himself. The content is a seven-character regulated verse, but there is no name written in the signature.
"Sir, it seems that your handwriting has no signature..." Chu Jinzhou leaned over and leaned over.
Zhuang Qingning retracted his inquiring gaze and smiled, "Since the gentleman did not sign his name, there must be a reason for him not to sign his name."
The poem just now was an acrostic poem, and the content of the acrostic poem meant to surrender to the other party. From the words, one could tell who wrote it, so Fan Wenxuan was naturally embarrassed to sign his name.
However, in order to allow Zhuang Qingsui to study in this girls' academy, Fan Wenxuan really invested a lot of money.
Zhuang Qingning felt so warm in her heart that she was thinking about making more of Fan Wenxuan's favorite food as a reward when she returned.
There were three tests, and the names of the candidates were recorded. If they were qualified, they would leave their gifts, be given a number plate, and queue up at the side. If they were unqualified, their gifts would be returned and they would be sent away.
As for the reasons for failure, Zhuang Qingning observed that some were due to poor handwriting, or because the poet could not express the artistic conception of the poem after reciting it. However, the item about honoring the teacher was rarely failed because of this. It seemed that as Mr. Fan said, this item was just a formality. No matter what was given, it was a thoughtful gesture.
Zhuang Qingsui was the only one waiting in line, and soon it was her turn. During the first test, Zhuang Qingsui wrote a poem called "Quiet Night Thoughts".
After writing it, I handed it over to the gentleman in charge of this test.
The lady was a middle-aged woman with a pale face and short stature. She smiled very kindly and beautifully. When she saw the poem written by Zhuang Qingsui, her smile became even brighter. "Your handwriting is quite good."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Zhuang Qingsui responded obediently.
"But when other people write poems, they usually choose some obscure poems to write, in order to show their profound knowledge. But you chose a poem that a three-year-old child can recite and write. Why is that?" the teacher asked, "Can you tell me the reason?"
(End of this chapter)
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