famous poison doctor

Chapter 95
Sure enough, Mr. Zheng noticed her "reaction", looked at her and asked, "Mu Yirou, what is your reaction? Tell the truth!"

Mu Yirou panicked, and said timidly, "No, nothing." But her expression was obviously not nothing, she obviously had something to hide, Fang Qingluo sneered in her heart, she wanted to look at Mu Yirou. Which one did Yirou act in?

"Tell me quickly, or I'll go out and stand!" Mr. Zheng said impatiently.

Mu Yirou's face flushed red with fright, and he said falteringly: "I, I dare not lie to Mr., I have seen this poem before."

At this time, someone in the classroom made a startled sound, even Mr. Zheng dared to lie, it was too bold.Someone also had a mocking voice, obviously saying: Fang Qingluo is an idiot, how could he write good poems?
Fang Qingluo looked at the expressions of everyone in the classroom with a light smile on his face, and collected the information he wanted.It's just that her smile is so calm that people can't help but be attracted to her and want to see how she will explain it later.

Fang Qingluo was not in a hurry to defend herself, and she was not guilty, so why should she be in a hurry?
Mr. Zheng frowned, and he looked at Fang Qingluo and asked, "How do you explain?"

Fang Qingluo said unhurriedly: "Mr. Hui, this poem is indeed not something I just thought of." As soon as this remark came out, Mr. Zheng was about to get angry, and Fang Qingluo immediately continued: "But this poem is I did it myself. My husband knows that I am naturally dull. It is really difficult to think of a poem at the moment. When I am recuperating at home, I want to study hard so as not to delay my studies. It is limited, and it often takes a long time to make a poem, the poem just now was written by me a few days ago, and I originally planned to explain it to my husband, but sister Rou explained it for me."

Hearing what Fang Qingluo said, Mr. Zheng thought that she had not forgotten her homework while recuperating from her injuries, and her anger had subsided a lot, but he didn't intend to just trust Fang Qingluo just like that, so he asked Mu Yirou again: "Honestly tell me what you did before?" Where have you seen this poem?"

Mu Yirou once again made that kind of dilemma, she didn't want to hurt others, but she couldn't lie, and she said with difficulty: "I saw it at my private school, Mr. Jin. It was written by Mr. Jin himself, and it's still on the display. the walls of his house."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone had an idea. Generally, literati like to write down their masterpieces, and hang them in the house after they are framed. If you have nothing to do, you will feel better after a few glances. The meaning of Mu Yirou's words is obvious. This poem is Made by Mr. Kim.

At this time, a shrill girl said in a low voice: "I just said how can an idiot make a good poem. After a long time, I copied other people's poems. I really don't feel ashamed."

Another person continued: "That's right, you dare to lie to Mr. Zheng, you really don't know how to live or die."

After hearing this, Mu Yirou shuddered for a while, and then looked at Fang Qingluo apologetically, as if saying: Sister Qingluo, I didn't do it on purpose, and I don't want you to be punished, but I can't lie...

Fang Qingluo was disgusted by her hypocrisy, and he didn't bother to hang up with the faint smile on his face all the time. He saluted Mr. Zheng and said, "Please check carefully, this poem is indeed written by me recently. I am worried about my I was not good enough, and there was no one around me to give me advice, so I took the poem to Mr. Jin. After reading it, Mr. Jin said that it was well written, and that he liked the last line the most, but I didn’t know that he wrote it and hung it on his In the room, let someone with a heart look at it."

Mu Yirou is not Mr. Jin's student, so even if he goes to Mu's academy, he shouldn't enter Mr. Jin's private room. After all, Mr. is a man and she is a woman who has not left the court. If you say that, it's not good .

Mu Yirou was not an idiot, she quickly understood what Fang Qingluo said, her face flushed red, tears rolled in her eyes, as if she was holding back the tears.

Mu Yirou was inherently weak, plus she always had a gentle demeanor. She usually had a good relationship with the girls in the academy. In terms of popularity, she was much better than Fang Qingluo, the former boring gourd. times.Therefore, her pitiful appearance immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of many girls.

Fang Qingluo didn't care. Those who could be tricked into sympathy by Mu Yirou were not intelligent people. She didn't bother to make friends with such people, let alone being her friend, so what did she think of her?
"Mr. Zheng, Qing Luo dare not lie to you. You can ask Mr. Jin about this matter. Mr. Jin is an upright person, so naturally he will not lie." Fang Qingluo said again.

Mr. Zheng knew Mr. Jin. Although the two of them didn't have a close relationship, he had drank and chatted with Mr. Jin at the poetry meeting, and he knew what Mr. Jin was like. Now that Fang Qingluo was so determined, his balance was in Fang Qing's favor. Come on, think about the rumors in the capital before, this poem really echoes Fang Qingluo's state of mind.

"Let's do this in advance. I'll talk to Mr. Jin later." Mr. Zheng said, "Fang Qingluo, please sit down. Let's see what's going on today."

Fang Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally passed the test. Speaking of which, she did plagiarize, but fortunately, the original author can't settle accounts with her.

Mr. Zheng started to give lectures, but his lectures are not as rigid as a man, and the content is easy to understand, and he often quotes classics to enrich the content of the lectures. It is quite interesting to listen to, Fang Qingluo actually listened to them all, This is also due to her major in college. If she is a science student, she will have a headache if she hears it.

When it was time to finish class, Mr. Zheng did not leave immediately, but called the girl who was basking in the sun to come in and asked, "Do you remember?"

The girl nodded hastily, then quickly explained the explanation, and waited nervously for Mr. Zheng's comment.

"It's okay, and you should pay more attention to class in the future. Go back and write this poem with the explanation twenty times, and give it to me tomorrow morning." Mr. Zheng left without looking back, and the girl was about to cry with a bitter face. When she came out, the girl who knew her hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her for a while.

Fang Qingluo sighed secretly, but luckily she got away with it, this Mr. Zheng is so strict that he is a bit scary.

Dou Wenyan came over and took Fang Qingluo's arm, and said: "Qingluo, your poem is so good, I'm afraid that Mr. Zheng will test me for poetry, and I will have to be punished." She frowned as she spoke, her expression She doesn't care about her image like ordinary women, but she is as free and easy as a man.

Wang Hanxuan also echoed: "Me too, my elm head is really not suitable for poetry, but I never thought about being a talented woman."

Fang Qingluo blushed a little from their praise. After all, she didn't make the poem herself, so she only changed two places.

"I thought about this poem for more than half a month before I came up with it. At that time, I was recuperating in bed and had nothing to do, so I could concentrate on thinking about it. If I were to change it now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to think it out for a month." Fang Qingluo said laughingly.

The other two laughed when they heard it, "It seems that we are not expected to be talented girls." Wang Hanxuan said playfully.

Fang Qingluo also laughed, she didn't want to be a talented woman, she just wanted to be a rich woman, a wealthy woman.

Next came the piano art class. Both Fang Qingluo and Wang Hanxuan's maids hugged the piano, but she didn't see Dou Wenyan's maid, so she couldn't help asking: "Is Miss Wenyan not accompanied by a maid? And your piano?"

Dou Wenyan was used to Fang Qingluo not remembering anything, so she patiently explained: "I don't like to take maids with me, it's enough to have a servant outside to watch the horses, and I'm not good at playing the piano, so I just bought a broken piano and put it in the It’s an art venue, and saves the trouble of taking it around.”

"That's fine too, then I'll put it on the stage as well, so that the maid won't get tired of holding it." Fang Qingluo said.

Wang Hanxuan shook her head helplessly, "You two's relatives are going to cry."

The three of them chatted and laughed and arrived at the art field, and each sat in their own seats, because the break time between classes was very short, and the piano class was about to start when they arrived.

Fang Qingluo sat down and noticed that there was a man standing at the head of the art field. He was wearing a large Hanfu. The clothes were not gorgeous, but the fabric was very soft. When he came over, his hair fluttered and his sleeves fluttered, making him very elegant, like a banished fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

The girls below were all excited, completely devoid of the tension and seriousness of the economics and history class, and there was a little excitement in their eyes, which made Fang Qingluo think of the look in the eyes of star chasing girls in previous lives when they saw their idols .

She had to admit that Mr. Feng who taught piano art, Feng Wuyou, was completely different from the previous Mr. Zheng, and the contrast was too great.

Mr. Feng burns incense and cleans his hands. The whole movement is extremely smooth, but he is also extremely serious. It can be seen that he is always like this before playing the piano.Soon, there was a fragrance in the arena. Mr. Feng flicked his clothes, sat in front of the piano, and stretched out his hands to gently support the piano. The movements were as gentle as if he was stroking his lover's body.

This must be such a pious love for Qin, Fang Qingluo said with emotion in his heart, this is for art, look at others, that is the real love for Qin, it doesn't look like she is planning to throw the Qin in the art field to blow the wind It's in the sun.

Mr. Feng didn't speak, but just raised his hand, a string of zither sounds sounded like flowing water, like birdsong, and like a lover's murmur, which made people fall into it involuntarily.

There is a parasol behind each seat in the art field, and a gauze hangs around the umbrella. Mr. Feng also has an umbrella on his head. When he plays the piano, his whole body is shrouded in the gauze. When the wind blows, the gauze Floating up, sleeves fluttering, the picture was like a scroll in a fairyland, Fang Qingluo couldn't help staring blankly.

The sound of the piano in her ears made her feel a little dazed. After the sound of the piano stopped, it took her a long time to come back to her senses, and now she really took a good look at Mr. Feng. This person is really extraordinary, with excellent piano skills. The sound of the piano is breathtaking. She had heard the lingering sound before, but she really experienced it today.

(End of this chapter)