Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 230: Lips are as sharp as swords, pens are as sharp as flowers

Looking at Shen Cong, who was forcing the palace with public opinion, Ma Ji knew that he was in a dilemma.

If he refuses to agree, it will deprive all those who think they are qualified to replace Han Qi of hope, and will immediately cause public outrage.

If you agree, you will have to bear the stigma of betraying your friend, and you will soon become a villain that everyone despises.

Looking at Shen Cong with a faint look of ridicule in his eyes, Ma Ji rolled his eyes, suddenly clapped his hands, and shouted: "Brother Min, you are really pleased!"

He bowed to the people around him, with an extremely sincere expression on his face: "Since Brother Min has analyzed the stakes of the matter so clearly, it is naturally my duty to tell Shan Chang about the matter."

Hearing what he said, Shen Cong suddenly had a look of contempt in his eyes, and said secretly: "After all, he is a profit-seeking businessman. Although he has some talents, he lacks the vision, insight and magnanimity to match. He actually wants to not offend everyone. And chose to sacrifice that silly boy Han Yutang. But I didn’t want to think about how the world would view you? It was really in vain that I once regarded you as my opponent..."

Just when he thought his trick had succeeded, Ma Ji unexpectedly continued to speak loudly: "You don't have to wait here. I can go with you to meet the mountain leader, and explain to my face that I and Yutang feel that they are not talented enough to represent the academy." Seeing the academic master, I am willing to give up my position to the talented one. Of course, Min's brother's talented academic younger brother Su Ri admires him, and he must be the first choice!"

After that, he grabbed Shen Cong, whose face was getting darker and darker, and walked to the back of the academy with enthusiasm and earnestness.

"Dragon media, wait a minute, this matter is still open for discussion!"

With Shen Cong's methods, it is natural that he would recruit some bad friends in the academy.

Shen Cong's face turned livid, and his chest heaved violently. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a smile and said, "I blurted out my words before without thinking about it, but then I thought about it, since Master Xuezheng specially ordered you two to attend the banquet. If we privately It would be disrespectful to accept someone else to go there, so this matter needs to be discussed again, discussed again..."

Seeking to replace the former can also be said to take into account the reputation of the academy and one's own future, and there is nothing wrong with the public and private interests.

Shen Cong leaned back and struggled hard, trying to get out of Ma Ji's clutches. If he was really pulled in front of the mountain chief Du Heng and said these words, Du Heng would be the first to spare him.

After all, Han Qi's "incompetent" skills and Ma Ji's "successful skills" are equally famous in the academy.

Seeing that there was no advantage to take advantage of and no excitement to watch, everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Not far from the dining hall, I saw a boy in his teens and with two horns running quickly from behind the academy. He immediately stopped and said with a smile: "Qingyun, why are you running so fast? But the mountain chief ordered you to work?"

Ma Ji looked at the crowd of spectators again, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

To seek to replace the latter is to be jealous of others and to overestimate their capabilities, which is simply bad and stupid.

Ma Ji frowned and said, "Brother Min, I have listened to your instructions and am willing to sacrifice my own interests for the overall interests of the academy. Why are you so pretentious now?"

Ma Ji shrugged and chuckled, walking towards his dormitory to prepare for tomorrow's homework.

Although the teaching at "Wansong Academy" is quite ancient, there are courses for the six arts of a gentleman: etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. Shen Cong also learned some skills in horseback riding, archery, and sword dancing, so he is not considered incompetent. The power of binding a chicken fell into the hands of Ma Ji, whose martial arts reached the seventh level of perfection. He was as defenseless as a baby and was dragged far away with his feet grazing the ground.

Seeing his predicament, these people hurriedly swarmed over, shouting "Brother Matchmaker Long has something to say!" while trying to snatch Shen Cong out of Ma Ji's hands.

After saying that, Ma Ji was still stubborn and didn't give him a chance to speak, so he took a few people and wiped the soles of their feet with oil and fled.

This boy was none other than Qing Yun, the scholar of the mountain leader Du Heng. He ran up to Ma Ji like a gust of wind, panting and saying intermittently: "I... just came... to find you. Sir, I have... something to call you." you!"

Ma Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he guessed that it must be related to what he just mentioned and happened. He didn't dare to neglect it at that time. He grabbed Qingyun's back collar with one hand and lifted it off the ground as lightly as nothing. His feet moved as fast as the wind. In a blink of an eye, In the meantime, we passed through several pavilions and courtyards and arrived at the back of the back academy.

In an open space near mountains and rivers, eight or nine huts were built with thatch roofs, and ten acres of farmland were fenced with bamboo. Peaches and plums were planted in the front, and elms and willows were planted in the back. Chickens lived under the fence, and dogs slept in front of the door. The style and charm of Mr. Yuanming’s former residence. He looked at Qing Yun, who had recovered his breath but had a slightly dissatisfied face, and raised his hands outside the courtyard gate and said, "Student Ma Ji, please see the mountain chief!"

"Come in!"

Du Heng's clear voice came from a hut in the courtyard.

Ma Ji entered in response, came to the hut, and opened the ajar door.

The indoor space is not small, but the furnishings are simple to the point of being crude. Apart from a couch and a shelf of books against the walls on both sides, there is only a table in front of the window and two chairs in front of the table.

Du Heng, the mountain chief who presides over this "Wansong Academy", is sitting on a chair in front of the bookcase, holding a volume of ancient books in his hand that looks quite old and flipping through them.

Seeing Ma Ji push open the door and come in, he put the ancient book in his hand on the desk and said with a smile: "Dragon Matchmaker is very clever and good at speaking. Could it be that he has been studying the art of vertical and horizontal recently?"

Ma Ji was not surprised at all that the other party knew what had just happened. He spread his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Min is pressing on every step of the way. The student has no choice but to take this step."

Du Heng also knew that Ma Ji was not to blame for this matter, and he had no intention of taking any blame for calling him. He just sighed and said: "Originally, I was very optimistic about Min Zhi, but later I found that he was a little less broad-minded. If not, Tolerant of people, even if they have talents, their future achievements will be limited.”

Ma Ji couldn't criticize his classmate from behind, so he could only hug him and smile.

Du Heng added: "It is a rare opportunity for the new poem you wrote this time to be heard by Brother Gu and win his favor. You must prepare carefully these days and don't waste this opportunity. Let's Of course, there is no need to show favoritism to Brother Gu, as long as you show your talent and knowledge to avoid being buried due to accidents during the test, that is the biggest gain."

Ma Ji felt the other party's deep concern and bowed in response: "Students, please remember the instructions of the mountain chief."

Then, with a twinkling expression, he asked a question in his mind: "Chief, there is something unclear about the student. How did Mr. Gu see the student's humble composition?"

Du Heng glanced at him and muttered: "You don't have to hesitate, do you think I don't know what Han Qi did with that poem? Last night, Brother Gu suddenly became interested and invited me and another friend to the 'Yao Yue Tower' While drinking and listening to music, I happened to hear Han Qi showing off your poem outside."

"What a coincidence..."

Ma Ji laughed dryly, but in his heart he was curious about Mr. Gu Yonggu: As a political scholar in a place, he had no sense of being a role model for others, and he didn't care about the opinions of officials and material things, so he actually went to such a place where he was waiting for romance Enjoyment is also a wonderful person.

Du Heng sneered: "What's an even better coincidence? The friend invited by Brother Gu was none other than Han Qingshan. Why do you think Han Qi failed to return to the academy on time? It was because he had his legs swollen by Brother Han! If he hadn't been thinking about him He had to go to Brother Gu's meeting at Wangjiang Tower, so Brother Han broke his leg instead of swollen it."

Ma Ji was stunned, but he didn't expect that his words actually came true.

After Du Heng finished speaking, he stood up and gave up his seat. He pointed to the Four Treasures of the Study Room that had been prepared on the desk and said, "It's still the old rule. If you copy down the newly composed poem, it will also add a bit of heritage to our academy."

Ma Ji did not refuse. After sitting down, he took a purple bamboo rabbit hair from Bijia Mountain, dipped the ink from the pine smoke ink into a Duanxi stone inkstone, and wrote the song "West Lake Oddity" on a piece of Xuancheng paper. "Title", the writing is done in a flash.

His talent in calligraphy is also limited, but he excels in both martial arts and Taoism, and his meticulous control of body movements. Therefore, he has already imitated the calligraphy of several calligraphy masters from the Tang Dynasty that he had seen in his previous life, and now he writes It is Zhao Mengfu's regular script font that is famous for its roundness and elegance.

After writing, he put down the pen, held it up and gently blew the ink dry. He presented his hands in front of Du Heng and said, "Please give me some advice from the mountain chief."

Du Heng lowered his head and read Ma Ji's calligraphy and poems again and again. After a while, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Made Dragon must never ask for advice on poetry or calligraphy in the future, because there is no one in this world who can do these two things." Your teacher!"

(End of this chapter)