When Fu Yuanzhi came to see Wen Renjun, she was sitting on the swing in the yard in a daze. Since she came back in Qingzhou last time, she has been like this all day long, and her mind is absent-minded, which makes Ruan Xiaomei very worried.

The setting sun sets in the west, and the wind blew my clothes. Fu Yuanzhi couldn't help but walk forward gently, gently softening his eyebrows and eyes.

"Ajun, Brother Shi is here to see you."

The two sat on the swing together, just like when they were childhood. Wen Renjun's originally lost eyes looked at the few red marks on Fu Yuanzhi's wrist and suddenly became anxious: "Brother Shi, what's wrong with your hand?"

Fu Yuanyi paused, and it was too late to cover his sleeve. He was beaten by Zheng Fengyu. In addition to his wrist, he was even scarred on his back. At that moment, he met Wen Renjun's concerned gaze and said casually: "It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into the bookshelf."

"Why is it so powerful? Wait, I'll get you medicine." Wen Renjun took his skirt and jumped off the swing frame, rushed into the house, Fu Yuanzhi felt warm and narrowed his eyes in the setting sun.

The ointment was cold and it immediately changed when applied to her wrist. Wen Renjun lowered his head and was very serious, without paying attention to the look of Fu Yuanzhi looking at her.

"Brother Shi, do you still feel pain?"

The long wind blows in all fields, the birds return to their nests, each grass and a tree sways gently, and is dyed golden.

Fu Yuanzhi's eyes were so confused. He suddenly grabbed Wen Renjun's other hand and put it on his lips: "It doesn't hurt. If you feel sorry for Brother Shi, Brother Shi will not hurt. As long as you have you, it's enough, as long as you..."

Wen Renjun was startled and looked up and said, "Brother Shi, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was already taken into her arms by Fu Yuanzhi. The swing was slightly swinging. She panicked. Just when she was about to break free, she heard Fu Yuanzhi's sad voice coming from her head:

"Ajun, we will always be with each other like we were when we were young, relying on each other, not changing or being separated. Just as Aunt Mei said, it will always be so good, it will be so good for life, no one will give up anyone, and no one will leave behind anyone... OK?"

Wen Renjun blinked and stopped moving. She felt that Fu Yuanzhi was strange today. Perhaps... he was still guilty of being uneasy for the redemption of his life?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pat his back gently and comforted: "Brother Shi, everything is over. Don't think about it. You have never abandoned me. I know, I will not leave Brother Shi. No matter what situation, I will never..."

A clear voice floated in the wind, and Fu Yuanzhi's chest was surging, and his hand holding someone tightened. Although the wound on his back was still hurting slightly, he was not even more firmer than he is now... and firmly determined what he thought and guarded in his heart.

A figure approached gently in the distance, hiding in the dark, watching the scene, a pair of slender jade hands slowly clenched, and his fingernails were pinched deep into the flesh without realizing it. The beautiful fairy's face was full of jealousy, and the conversation in the courtyard was still coming from afar:

"Brother Shi... How is Qingzhou?"

"Qingzhou? Are you still afraid? Don't worry, there is news from Hang Ruxue that everything is basically pacified, but the local people are still in a state of chaos. Dongyishan Jun has accumulated power for many years and cannot be replaced overnight, but it doesn't matter. General Hang is a young talent. I believe that it won't take long before the people of Qingzhou will convince him... Ajun, Ajun, are you listening?"

"Here, listen... Dongyishanjun, is he really dead?"

"Don't worry, the thief has completely disappeared, no one will trap you anymore. Everything has passed. You have to take care of yourself. The academy will start in a few days. You cheer up. Brother Shi accompanied you to the library to search for ancient books. OK?"

Wen Renshu outside the yard heard this and couldn't help biting her lips. Her beautiful eyes were filled with jealousy. She took a few deep breaths before suppressing her uneasiness and turned around and left quietly.

The wind is long and the sky is clear and the morning light on the street is slightly drunk.

In the carriage, Zhao Qinghe quietly raised his eyes, and saw Wen Renjun's expression dazed all the way. She couldn't help but worry and feel distressed. She gently stroked her hand and wanted to say something to make her happier.

"Ajun, do you know? This year, the academy has produced a leader in Qilin. It is said that she is still a poor student. She made a big splash and was very powerful."

"Qilin leader?" Wen Renjun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally reacted, "I haven't had Qilin leader for several years, but I'm still a poor student?"

"Yes, everyone says that. In the past, some of the Qilin leaders were all children of major aristocratic families. Do you know how harsh the Academy Masters were to poor students? This time they actually fell in love with such a Qilin leader. It can be seen that he must be very outstanding and can make all the Academy Masters nodded and satisfied."

Zhao Qinghe finally saw Wenrenjun and couldn't help but hold her hand tighter and said excitedly: "We will arrive at the academy later. At the Kaihong Conference, Yin Yuanshou will personally put the Jade Qilin Order on him. We can also take a look below at that time, but I am timid and dare not stare for too long. If you see clearly, tell me what the Qilin Kuisheng looks like. Should he take it as Wenquxing descended to earth and is outstanding and eye-catching, okay?"

Wen Renjun's palms heated up, and knew that Zhao Qinghe was deliberately calling her to speak, attracting her attention, and making her forget about Qingzhou. The warmth on her chest surged, and the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she shook Zhao Qinghe's hand, "No matter how beautiful it is, can it be better than Senior Brother Ji Wenjing? You have been thinking about it all the time, and you have picked up gifts several times. You finally waited until the academy opened to give it to him personally. I guess you are not in the mood to see the leader of the Qilin on the stage, just thinking of thanking your savior..."

"Ajun, you...you are not allowed to say anything more. Let's talk about it, I will ignore you if I say something again."

Zhao Qinghe's face turned red immediately, she loosened Wen Renjun's hand, lowered her head to cover her face. Every time she was nervous, she would stutter when she was excited. Wen Renjun smiled and stopped joking about her. She just looked forward and thought of something, and sighed:

"It's so good, the leader of the Qilin, the leader of a poor Qilin...just that."

Her eyes were unclear, and every word was long: "When Young Master Wei tried his best to overcome difficulties and opened the Qilin to select scholars in order to attract the poor people in the world, eliminate the prejudice of the nobles, and allow those students who have no power and power to have a first-line opportunity to enter the palace and study, and make a name for themselves, if, if..."

"What if?" Zhao Qinghe raised his head.

Wen Renjun looked at her and his tone suddenly became sad: "If I had a friend who could enter Shengdu for a few years later and catch up with the young master Wei to choose a Qilin, maybe everything would be different..."

"It's not too late, Qilin chooses a student. Once a year, it's the same for your friend to come to take the exam next year. As long as he has real talent and knowledge, he will definitely be admitted to Zhuxiu Academy."

"He... will not be next year." Wen Renjun's voice trembled, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes: "He has passed away. When he came to Shengdu for the exam, the person in charge was the head of Qiu Yuan. There was no Qilin to choose a scholar, and there was no chance for him. He could only look at the plaque of Zhuxiu Academy from afar. Even the door of the palace school was not reachable, but he was actually very smart and talented. He was no worse than any disciple of Zhuxiu Academy..."

Zhao Qinghe saw Wenrenjun choking more and more, and his eyes turned red. He couldn't help but feel anxious: "Ajun, are you okay?"

Wen Renjun shook his head, took a deep breath, covered his eyes, and every word he spit out was extremely light and heavy: "I just suddenly miss him very much, I miss him very much..."

There are always thousands of injustice and injustice in the world, but she always hopes to do it again, so that the poor scholar named Luo Heng, who was born at the wrong time... will do it again.

That year, shortly after he left the imperial city, Qiu Yuanshou stepped down. The newly appointed Yin Yuanshou was very young and did not have deep-rooted old school ideas. The young master Wei, who proposed to choose a scholar in Qilin, was from a poor family and was the son of a groom. By chance, he met the daughter of Gong Taifu in the court. The two of them became in love. He became a disciple of Gong Taifu, and then he had the opportunity to enter the palace school and stay in office to become a tutor.

He changed his destiny, but millions of other poor students did not have this opportunity. Therefore, he began to work hard to study a set of methods of accepting talents for many years, not for his own selfishness, but only for the poor people in the world. This was the later Qilin's selection of scholars.

With his unremitting efforts and unremitting efforts, the Academy held a referendum on the winter of that year. Qilin chose the scholars by one vote and narrowly defeated the old school and was able to pass. From then on, poor students in the world had fair competition on the front line and had the possibility of enrolling in palace studies.

Although the quota is scarce and demanding, at least, it opens a gap.

Daliang has always been of strict rank, and it is always unsurpassed between poor families and nobles. As long as the family is grateful, children of aristocratic families can easily enter the palace school, while poor families have to work thousands of times more hard, which is better than most children of aristocratic families to get the few places, let alone stand out in the vast army, get the Qilin leader, and get the Jade Qilin Order.

Therefore, Zhao Qinghe is not wrong. This year, this Qilin leader who is rare from a poor family must be amazing and outstanding.
Chapter completed!