Chapter 559 Zhuang Qinglan
"I don't have any other intentions, I just like this poem." Zhuang Qingsui answered seriously, "I just think this poem is short and concise, but it can express the poet's emotions vividly between the lines. It is indeed a masterpiece of all time."
"Besides, isn't it precisely because this poem is so well-written that so many people come to recite it, and it has become a poem that everyone is familiar with?"
"That's right." The gentleman nodded. "Many scholars think that poems and essays known to ordinary people are too vulgar, and think that only knowledge that is not well known can highlight their own nobleness and profound knowledge, but they ignore this aspect."
"You are so young, but you have a very thorough understanding of many things. That's really good."
The gentleman carefully looked at the name under the poem that Zhuang Qingsui had written down, and said with a smile, "Your name is Zhuang Qingsui?"
"That's right." Zhuang Qingsui nodded.
"Mr. Ye, in my opinion, this student doesn't need to go through you and can pass directly." The teacher said with a smile to a tall and thin female teacher next to him.
"Indeed." Mr. Ye nodded slightly. "Since you have such insights, you are naturally qualified. You can go directly to the next level."
"Thank you, gentlemen." Zhuang Qingsui bowed and thanked them, took the scroll given to her by Fan Wenxuan, and took the scroll up when she reached the third level.
Mr. Feng, who was on duty at the third checkpoint, took the scroll and opened it to look at it. After examining it for a moment, he frowned and said, "You are..."
"This was written by the teacher who enlightened the students. I hope the students can present it to the teacher as a filial piety." Zhuang Qingsui said with a smile.
"May I ask what is your name, Mr. Enlightenment Master?" Mr. Feng asked.
"Mr.'s last name..."
Before Zhuang Qingsui could answer, a red figure came over and said, "I guess he is just an unknown teacher in some private school. I'm afraid he couldn't even pass the exam to become a scholar."
"It is really inappropriate to give something like this, not to mention that it was written by someone else, which is even more disrespectful. Mr. Feng, please don't accept such a thing."
"Who are you?" Mr. Feng looked up at the person who came and put away the scroll in his hand for the time being.
"Hello, Mr. Feng." The woman in red bowed, "My father is Zhuang Qisheng, the prefect of Ningming. My surname is Zhuang, and my name is Qinglan."
Zhuang Qinglan? This name is interesting, it is quite similar to her and her sister's.
Zhuang Qingsui was surprised and glanced at Zhuang Qinglan.
Zhuang Qinglan thought that Zhuang Qingsui was shocked by her identity. She raised her eyebrows more proudly, with a hint of mockery at the corners of her mouth.
"So she is Lord Zhuang's daughter." Mr. Feng cupped his hands. "Last winter, there were several heavy snowfalls that damaged several houses, causing the roofs to leak. The academy couldn't find anyone to repair them. Fortunately, Lord Zhuang heard about this and sent many people to help. This saved the students from suffering from the leaking roofs and rain. I haven't thanked Lord Zhuang enough for this."
"Mr. Feng, you are too polite. My father has mentioned this before. He just said it was a piece of cake and a duty, so I don't deserve a thank you."
Zhuang Qinglan smiled widely, opened the brocade box in her hand, and took out something. "This is a pair of red sandalwood paperweights, which my father obtained by chance. He cherishes them very much and usually just keeps them away. This time, I asked my student to bring them here and give them to you, sir."
"Miss Zhuang is thoughtful." Mr. Feng nodded slightly and smiled.
"As long as you like it, sir." Zhuang Qinglan replied with a smile, and placed the paperweight and brocade box on the table. When she put them on the table, she deliberately waved her arm to the side, knocking the scroll that Mr. Feng had just placed there to the ground.
"Oops." Zhuang Qinglan deliberately exclaimed, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally knocked your things down. I'll pick them up for you right away."
Zhuang Qinglan bent down to pick it up as she spoke, but as she did so she deliberately raised her foot and stepped on a corner of the scroll. When she lifted it with such force, with a "swish" sound, the scroll was torn in two.
Mr. Feng's face suddenly turned gloomy.
At this time, Zhuang Qingsui's face also turned pale.
Zhuang Qinglan had not noticed what happened to Mr. Feng, but when she saw Zhuang Qingsui's appearance at this moment, she felt extremely happy. She said with a fake smile, "I'm really sorry. I wanted to help you pick it up, but I accidentally broke it. It was really an unintentional mistake. Please forgive me."
After saying that, Zhuang Qinglan threw the already broken scroll in her hand into Zhuang Qingsui's arms.
When Zhuang Qingsui saw that the words written by Fan Wenxuan had become like this, his eyes suddenly turned red. He squatted on the ground and picked up the crushed piece.
"This Zhuang Qinglan is really going too far!" Ban Qing was so angry that he said, "I will go and see Miss Sui."
Such a lovely, lively and pretty girl, usually like a happy pill in Qingzhu Garden, everyone loves her so much. But now she is being bullied by the daughter of a mere prefect. Ban Qing really can't bear to see it.
"Don't go yet." Zhuang Qingning stopped her. "It's not that I, as a sister, am cruel, but Qingsui is getting older. She won't be able to have someone to accompany her all the time. She will have to handle many things by herself."
"I met such a person in today's exam. I think there will be many such people in the academy in the future. If you only think about others helping you and don't think about solving the problem yourself, you will suffer in the future."
"Let her try it herself."
These are some experiences gained in life.
Fan Wenxuan also nodded, "That's right, and I think Miss Sui has an idea as well, you just have to wait and see."
Having said that, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked to see what was going on over there with Zhuang Qingsui.
Zhuang Qingsui put the scroll he had picked up in order and placed it on the table with a gloomy face. He waved his little hand and threw the rosewood paperweight that Zhuang Qinglan had just placed on the table to the ground.
The road was originally paved with bluestone slabs and was very hard. The pair of rosewood paperweights fell to the ground with a "bang".
Zhuang Qinglan was stunned at first, then hurriedly picked up the paperweight, looked at it carefully, and saw that there were two tiny cracks on the paperweight.
"Sorry, I accidentally touched this sister's paperweight." Zhuang Qingsui said in a deep voice.
"You obviously did it on purpose!" Zhuang Qinglan gritted her teeth, "Otherwise, why would you run into my pile of paperweights?"
"That's a bit strange. Didn't this sister just knock my scroll off for no reason? And she accidentally broke it. If my sister can do it unintentionally, why can't I do it too?"
Zhuang Qingsui said, "Since my sister keeps saying that I did it on purpose, is it because this sister did it on purpose that she thinks I am seeking revenge?"
(End of this chapter)
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