In just a few months, a large Daxia Academy rose from the ground in Qiushui City, Chuzhou.

Because Qiushui City and even the entire Chuzhou are the schools that teach and educate people, the young talents in Qiushui City who claim to be extraordinary have complained about the establishment of the academy. However, the various yamen in Chuzhou have absolutely spared no effort in the construction of this Daxia Academy, because it is the holy intention from the Baidi Palace.

The officials of the entire 36 prefectures of Daxia were very clear about Zhao Yu's importance to the Daxia Academy. Therefore, the Qiushui City court specially set up a large piece of land on the shore of Lingbo Lake to build the Academy. You should know that the lakeside is the highest land price in Qiushui City, and it can be said that every inch of land is valuable.

In the solemn and solemn palace, because the opening of the church is about to begin, although today is the second day of the first lunar month, there are still a large number of craftsmen in the palace doing the final improvement work. These craftsmen have smiles on their simple faces and communicate with each other with smiles, because today's wages will be several times as good as before.

In the central square of the Academy, under the early sun in the morning, a young man in a black Confucian shirt was holding a hoe and bent over, slid around the land under him, and left small pits for planting flowers.

However, on the entire huge land, there are not only young people bent over the hoe, but also many people wearing scholarly robes in various colors, holding hoes, lighter and heavier, making them look extremely clumsy.

The faces of these scholars were not good-looking, and they were spontaneously far away from the young men in Confucian shirts. They were all those who were defeated in the practice competition yesterday. There were even a few of the bruises on their faces that had not yet dissipated and looked extremely embarrassed, but their eyes no longer had a rebellious look.

Indeed, the scholars in the entire Qiushui City were ruthlessly crushed by a foreigner from the Shenjing City, Yu Wencai and Practice, in either aspect, and were defeated without resistance. Although this was not a glorious thing, they could not have the idea of ​​dissatisfaction in their minds.

After all, they are not as skilled as others, so they can only give in, so they can only plant bouquets of this large area of ​​land honestly.

Suddenly, two figures appeared at the gate of the school. Then the young man who was shaking the folding fan saw the clumsy appearance of the scholars on the flat ground bent down and sighed. He immediately opened his mouth and chuckled. Then he took the maid behind him who was also dressed as a man and walked up to the young man in Confucian clothes, bowed and said:

"Brother Xue, my surname is Qiao, with a single name. I have admired Brother Xue's style for a long time, so I came to the palace to pay my respects."

After the words were finished, Xue Beichuan stood upright, continued to hold the hoe with both hands, raised his eyes and looked at the overly beautiful young man in front of him. After frowned slightly, he also returned the salute respectfully. Then he stopped talking and continued to bend down to hoe the ground, meticulously transplanted the bouquet of only seedlings growing on the side into the soil pit.

Qiao didn't speak, and watched the young man work quietly. In the group of young scholars not far away, it was obvious that someone recognized the Qiao lady. After whispering to each other, they turned around one after another, trying to leave only one back and not be recognized.

Little did I know that Miss Qiao, who usually loves female companion suits, has always been paying attention to this young man with an ordinary face but calm face. After a long time, a faint voice came from the former's mouth again:

"The flowers planted in winter are dreams of spring. Brother Xue wants to plant a dream field in the school?"

As soon as this said, Xue Beichuan, who had been working hard, stopped his movements, showed a little strange look on his face, stood up and responded:

"The disciples of Daxia Academy pay attention to seeking truth and truth, so they are not planting the so-called dream fields, but planting gardenias, which are beautiful and have a strong fragrance."

After the calm voice of the young man in Confucian clothes fell, the little maid behind Qiao glanced at her mouth, and a few words that were slightly uttered:

"Silly!"

The Qiao family is a scholarly family that has been passed down for a long time, so the maids beside their direct descendants will also receive a good education and have a natural vision. The little maid is naturally depressed when she sees her lady being neglected. She also looks angry in her eyes when she looks at the young man in front of her.

Miss Qiao, who was rejected for the first time, was not discouraged. She only saw her folding fan in her hand, put it on her waist, and continued to speak:

"I'm not hiding it from Brother Xue, I am quite interested in this kind of flower matter on weekdays. Can I let me do my best?"

"The instrument is there, please give yourself your own care."

The young Confucian scholar pointed his hand to the side not far away, then looked at the front with bright eyes and continued to speak seriously:

"But I suggest you don't try it easily. First of all, it's gardenia, and the flowers bloom in summer. If it's a dream field, it's not a spring dream, but summer. Secondly, the clothes and shoes you're wearing are all of the finest silk, the soil and hoe are not clean, and these hands without any calluses are extremely easy to be stabbed by the wood thorns on the hoe handle."

Speaking of this, Xue Beichuan continued to bend down and began to hoe the ground, and his young voice came out again:

"The most important point is that most of the disciples in our academy have an advantage, that is, they can never forget them. I met you at the Lakeside Poetry Festival half a month ago. At that time, you were still in women's clothing and had a prominent identity, and the Qiao family in Qiushui City was so well-known.

"I know that the emergence of this Daxia Academy has impacted the interests of the Qiao family. After all, there are seven schools in Chuzhou, the Qiao family has opened in ten schools, but at this time I can tell you clearly that if you want to test me, there is no need, because the teaching of the Daxia Academy is different from that of you!"

After the unusually stable voice of the young man in Confucian shirt fell, a trace of complexity flashed across Qiao's delicate face, and then he spoke and responded:

"The family matters have nothing to do with me, and I just came just because of curiosity, and our Qiao family naturally would not be so ignorant to oppose His Majesty's holy will."

Then Xue Beichuan nodded and his voice continued to lightly come out:

"The Qiao family has been passed down for so many years, so naturally you have your own way of dealing with the world, Xue Mou's foolish opinion."

"But I'm very curious about you, the one who came alone in the capital."

Qiao turned his head and stared at the man who was still bent down and hoeing the ground. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw a burly bald man walking through at the entrance of the school.

Then Xue Beichuan looked up and saw this, his expression became extremely respectful and solemn in an instant, and he bowed to the people from afar.

After a few breaths, Liang Po approached and said softly:
Chapter completed!