Chapter 82 Meeting the Teacher
The carriage traveled for about half an hour before stopping.
After getting out of the car, Lu Qiaoxiao was held tightly by the hand and walked towards the house hidden in the forest.
She raised her eyes and saw a few large characters on the plaque on the door: Grand Tutor's Mansion.
"Is this Mr. Qin's residence?" Lu Qiaoxiao said in surprise.
Mr. Qin is a literary master and a tutor respected even by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.
It seems that in his previous life, the only class Lu Qiaoxiao attended seriously at the Imperial College was the one taught by Mr. Qin.
Although, at that time, her only thought was to respect the elderly...
"Why did Ah Heng bring me here to see Mr. Qin for no reason?" Lu Qiaoxiao asked curiously.
"He is my teacher."
Lu Qiaoxiao: ""
As expected, it was Prime Minister Shen, who even had access to resources like the Imperial Preceptor. I think Old Qin would be very pleased to have such a disciple who had reached such a high position at such a young age.
Lu Qiaoxiao let Shen Yuheng pull her into the house.
She didn't know why, but her hand had never been let go on the entire way from the Patrol Office today.
It’s autumn now, but I feel like I’m going to get prickly heat.
The pavilions and waterside terraces of the Grand Tutor's Mansion were unique and elegant. After many twists and turns, Lu Qiaoxiao was led to the backyard.
I saw an old man in a white robe with an immortal-like temperament bending over to trim branches.
When he heard the sound, he turned around suddenly and saw a pair of people standing by the pond, his eyes wide open.
"Are you the legitimate daughter of the Yong'an Marquis's family?" Old Qin hurriedly put down the scissors and came over immediately. He looked left and right and felt that the girl looked very familiar.
But for a moment he couldn't remember.
Lu Qiaoxiao smiled and replied, "Hello, Grand Tutor Qin, I am Qiao Xiao."
"Okay, okay, okay." Qin Jingchun said three okay words in a row, his eyes turned to the two people's tightly clasped hands, and finally fell on the slightly red tip of Shen Changjue's ears.
He couldn't help but flatter in his heart: He is so reserved and reserved.
This scene reminded him of the past, when the prim and prudish little Shen Yuheng was lecturing in class. The adults around him teased him for being too serious and that he would not be able to find a wife when he grew up.
Shen Yuheng glared at the others like a grown-up: "I won't get married."
Qin Jingchun thought about it, but ultimately did not dare to say it in person. He was afraid that when he woke up, all the precious plants in the yard would be cut down by swords.
"Teacher, the person who came this time is Qiao Xiao. She wants to ask you about some tax matters. Recently—"
"She's investigating a case of counterfeit silver circulation."
Shen Yuheng looked at Lu Qiaoxiao encouragingly. He did this to let her understand the court situation from all aspects.
He would support her as long as she wanted to do it.
spare no effort.
"You are a studious girl." Old Mr. Qin smiled. He liked the girl very much because of her lively and pretty appearance.
So, for the next two hours, the three of them sat around a small stone table.
Shen Yuheng brewed tea, Lu Qiaoxiao asked questions, and Qin Jingchun answered them.
The picture is so disharmonious.
After asking the last few questions, Lu Qiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his head was full and many things became clear.
If her guess was correct, the mass tragic deaths of Buddhist monks in the previous life were caused by the monks having vested interests with people in the court, and the truth would eventually be revealed.
Talents were silenced.
This matter is probably related to taxes.
Buddhist temples are tax-exempt, and the money donated by pilgrims can flow freely into the temples and into the pockets of the monks.
What if this pilgrim is a high-ranking official or a powerful person?
If they transfer the money obtained through illegal means to Buddhist temples, it becomes clean money and they do not have to pay taxes.
It is conceivable how much profit can be made from this and how many people's interests are involved?
If we think about it more, if the mine in the mountain behind my grandmother's home in Qingcheng Mountain was mined to mint coins, and if the right to mint coins did not fall into the hands of the government but was exploited by people with ulterior motives, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Lu Qiaoxiao felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the person in front of him suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! I remember now! You little girl! Are you the one who attended my class at the academy before?"
Shen Yuheng frowned slightly. Could that be called attending a class?
She occupied a seat in the Imperial College, but as soon as the teacher started lecturing, she became lazy and sleepy, and fell asleep on the table.
He had to stare at her for a long time before she reluctantly sat up and sat up. Before she could listen to a few words, she was dreaming again.
When have you ever been serious?
When Shen Yuheng thought of this, a smile flashed across his lowered eyes and he sneered.
"Grand Master, you finally remembered me." Lu Qiaoxiao smiled heartlessly. At that time, she also felt that it was not easy for Qin Jingchun to teach at his age, so she sat straighter than anyone else. The old man's lectures were very vivid, and his tone was well-arranged.
Attending a lecture is like listening to a lecture book.
"Yes, how could I not remember you? In all the classes I taught, you were the one who listened most attentively!"
"Now, I finally have a place to use my skills!" Qin Jingchun narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. He was invited to give lectures at the Imperial College, but he was reluctant at first.
This is because, for a student with insight like Shen Changjue, he only needs a little guidance to understand and apply what he has learned to other situations.
It is difficult for stupid people without understanding to listen to his lectures, which is like playing the lute to a cow.
Who would have thought that during the three days he gave lectures, this little girl came every day, sat upright, and raised her hand from time to time to ask some questions worth thinking about. After he explained the doubts, she looked enlightened.
He was really given enough face, and the vanity in his heart swelled up like a flower!
As a result, Lu Qiaoxiao became excited and started chatting with Qin Jingchun with a beaming smile.
The two of them didn't notice at all that Shen Yuheng's knuckles holding the teacup had turned slightly white, and his face was gloomy, as if it had just rained.
Was it because he didn’t teach well enough in the past?
Or is it that I can't attract her to listen to my lectures seriously?
Shen Yuheng felt a pang of irritation in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. He suddenly remembered that one time she came to pick up Lu Shiyou after class with a lunch box.
After class, he deliberately stayed in the classroom for a while longer.
There was no one else in the school, so she opened the lunch box as if presenting a treasure and invited Lu Shiyou to eat.
The peach blossoms coming in through the window lattice are not as bright as her eyes and eyebrows.
Her voice is soft and gentle, and when she whispers it sounds like she is acting coquettishly.
Do you think you can't hear?
It was only two desks away, and he could hear every word clearly.
"Didn't you see the gentleman still upstairs? He was so busy eating that he didn't even think to share some cakes with him. He will take good care of you in the future."
Yes, she has such a passionate personality that can warm up the cold and lonely him——
To be honest, before that piece of peach blossom cake, he had never eaten any homemade pastries.
Sweets are too greasy. A gentleman who knows how to restrain himself will not indulge in his appetite.
However, after that day, somehow, he could always remember the sweet taste of the cake.
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