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The old man who was addressed as Teacher Zhou glanced at the youth. When he saw that the youth's demeanor was still the same as before, his brows relaxed slightly. With a faint smile, he said:

"I didn't plan on giving it to you at first, but this time, I'll take this good poem into consideration and not haggle over it with you."

After he finished speaking, he poured a cup and said to Qimu with the aroma of tea,

"You are his benefactor. He should thank you properly."

Qimu understood Teacher Zhou's meaning. He wanted her to personally deliver it to the youth so that he could thank her face to face. He also forced the youth to personally thank her.

Qimu felt a headache coming on. All she did was bring up a poem, drink a cup of tea, and then engage in a 'game' between Teacher Zhou and that youth.

However, based on the principle that it was better to avoid trouble, Qimu did as she was instructed and sent him off without further ado.

"Thank you very much."

Qimu understood what he meant, but the young man naturally understood what he meant. He slightly raised his head, and the sunlight shone onto his angular face. He was incomparably handsome, and his white jade-like long fingers took the cup of tea.

Qimu steadied her heart under the young man's magnetic and charming voice. She gave him a faint smile in return and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, he was left behind once again.

"Just a word of thanks and that's it? When did the tea that I made myself become so cheap? "Young Master Jing."

Teacher Zhou cast a sidelong glance at the youth before lowering his head to cook the tea. His posture was as though he had seen it for the first time. It was as if he had transcended the mortal world. However, his tone earlier was filled with a spiralling dissatisfaction.

When the youth heard this, he did not say anything. He was holding a teacup and carefully smelling the fragrance of the Longjing tea. He seemed intoxicated with it, as if he couldn't hear what others were saying, and also seemed to be waiting for someone else to speak.

Qimu stood there awkwardly. On her right was a handsome young man who paid no attention to her, while on her left was a white-haired old man who had just acknowledged her.

After a moment, Qimu made her decision. She lowered her head and moved slowly and quietly. Liu Fuzi probably wouldn't blame her for that.

Originally, this had nothing to do with her. She was merely a pitiful fish caught in a fire outside the city gates.

However, Liu Fuzi didn't know why, but just when Qimu took a small step back, he smiled at her with a kind expression. However, that look in his eyes was warning her not to leave!

After receiving Liu Fuzi's signal, Qimu secretly complained in her heart. She was definitely going to take the blame today!

"I am listening attentively to Teacher Zhou's instructions."

Qimu had just moved back when the youth gently put down his teacup. His deep and moving eyes swept across Qimu's frail silhouette without leaving a trace. He then turned to look at Teacher Zhou, his eyebrows raised slightly as he smiled elegantly.

Hearing this, Qimu's back relaxed a little. These words were indeed timely. Even Liu Fuzi couldn't do anything about the two of them. If both parties didn't speak first, then how long was she going to stand?

Teacher Zhou gave a light snort. He glanced at Qimu, pointed at her, and said to the youth:

"This kid's poem is pretty good, but those words are all over the place, it's unbearable to look at!"

"You might as well stay idle. Rather than wasting your time on the Hero Tomb, it's better to spare time to nurture talents for the empire. It's also your duty to do what you have to do."

Hero Tomb, also known as the gentle township, the common name is the brothel.

After he finished speaking, he turned around to look at Qimu, his face slightly friendlier as he said:

"Other than his looks being a bit better and writing a bit more neatly, he doesn't have any good points. You should feel aggrieved and let him teach you for a few days, what do you say?"

A flash of astonishment appeared in Qimu's eyes. How could Teacher Zhou's brain travel so quickly? So it turned out that it was better to go around to her. The starting point was for her own good, but she didn't need it!

She slowly wrote and persisted in her calligraphy. In a few years, she would be able to read some of them, but if that noble young man were to personally teach her, she feared that her lifespan would be shortened greatly. She had to thank him for this' good intentions'.

When Qimu saw this, she revealed a faint smile. Just as she was about to speak, Liu Fuzi glanced at her. With just a glance, he stopped what Qimu had yet to say.

What made Qimu even more surprised was that the young man actually replied in an indifferent tone. Did he really agree to it? Qimusheng looked at the young man without a word. What had happened to her? This was a problem that would come sooner or later.

"If I don't, Teacher Zhou might say that I have hidden the intention of selling out the country from the enemy."

The youth smiled, his eyes like beautiful blossoming peach blossoms, filled with a myriad of emotions. These words seemed like a joke, but it also seemed like a funny explanation.

When Teacher Zhou saw that the youth had acknowledged him, he glanced at him indifferently. His anger seemed to ease up a little, and he ignored him. His eyes were filled with the white smoke rising from the teapot, as if he was isolated from the world.

"Ye Qi, you can leave now."

Seeing that this matter was completely resolved, Qimu gained even more benefit. Liu Fuzi was happy. He waved his hand to dismiss Qimu with a gentle and satisfied tone.

Qimu felt helpless. So Liu Fuzi's intention was here. She really didn't know until the end. At the beginning, she thought it was because those two had high status that they shouldn't be offended.

Qimu bowed respectfully before leaving the pavilion, praying silently in her heart: I only wish, that the young man was joking, with Teacher Bao teaching her how to read books, that Liu Fuzi would remind her from time to time, she's already extremely lucky, there's no need to overdo things …

"..."

Today's Poetry Competition had finally come to an end.

Qimu won first place in three famous poems, which are Yan Zhenqing's "Persuasion of Learning Poems" in the Tang Dynasty, Yu Qian's "Lime Hymn" in the Ming Dynasty and Zhou Dunyi's "On Love Lotus" in the Song Dynasty.

Waiting until the last celebration of Qizhang Academy was held, because Qimu, who was ranked first, was pulled along by wave after wave of people, talking about all sorts of things. After drinking a few cups, she finally found a chance to escape, but it was already late.

Her eyes were filled with a hazy drunkenness. The remaining trace of clarity that was left behind brought her stumbling towards her own small courtyard before disappearing as well. Qimu looked at the warm light coming from the window and muttered with a smile.

"There's clearly no one here, so why is the oil lamp burning?" "You're really naughty …"