Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 43: Wenyuan Pavilion Grand Secretary
The two people spoke in low voices, but their voices were clearly heard on the podium in the hall.

Wu Bo'an's ears twitched and he glanced outside. This handsome young man must be a student taking the imperial examination. He did not sit in the classroom to listen to the lectures, but instead walked around with the academic officials of the academy for inspection. His identity was not simple.

The class became quiet. Wu Bo'an straightened his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

Tian Yang was terrified: "Mr. Wu, I hope it doesn't affect your teaching."

"It's okay. May I know who this is?" Wu Bo'an said with a smile on his face.

When enemies meet, there is no jealousy, only admiring scrutiny.

Wu Bo'an is still the same Wu Bo'an. He has joined the famous Lin Ruofu and is still a playboy and makes friends everywhere.

Lin Ruo was slandering in his heart, but said calmly: "I am a student, Lin Ruo, and a guest of the Fan Mansion."

Wu Bo'an had never heard of the name Lin Ruo, but the word Fan Mansion really touched his brow.

Wu Bo'an forced himself to say in surprise, "We have met this student before, and his words sound very familiar to me."

I just scolded you once, but you remembered it for so long...

Tian Yang interrupted and said, "Mr. Lin has met Mr. Wu before."

"Really?" Wu Bo'an said.

Lin Ruo glanced at him and said calmly, "I saw you from afar on the way to Beijing."

On the way to Beijing... Wu Bo'an's face became even uglier, and his mind was thinking about his past experiences.

It was really not necessary for Mr. Fan to escort a retainer all the way, so Wu Bo'an was slightly concerned but did not take it to heart.

At this time, Tian Yang whispered in her ear.

When Wu Bo'an heard this, he immediately understood: "So you are the person that is talked about by word of mouth among the students in the academy."

"I don't deserve it, Mr. Wu, thank you for the compliment." Lin Ruo said modestly.

After finishing the conversation, the two continued walking towards the study room upstairs.

Tian Yang rubbed his hands jokingly and said, "It's a good thing for you to be appreciated by Mr. Wu."

Lin Ruo didn't agree and smiled: "I'm afraid that's not entirely true."

When Wu Bo'an returned to the classroom, he found that the students' eyes were wide open and their minds were agitated. They had been attracted by the conversation just now and were in a bad mood.

"Silence." Wu Bo'an tapped the podium with a ruler.

The classroom returned to calm, as quiet as a deep pond, but the rapid breathing of the students could not be covered up.

A student stood up and bowed: "Mr. Wu, is that really the 17-year-old scholar Lin Ruo outside the hall?"

"Is that the young man who is not afraid of the noble family's son in the street outside the academy?"

"It is a shame that students still haven't fully understood the annotations he left behind."

The students were whispering.

After seeing everything, Wu Bo'an suddenly woke up. It turned out that this person was the young man who had offended Lord Lin. The slight good impression he had in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He thought to himself, "It's just a trick to deceive the ignorant students here. It's just a pretense, nothing more than that."

"Continue class!"

……

On the other side, the two came to the second floor of the study hall. Listening to the clear lecture, Lin Ruo stopped slightly and looked towards a classroom.

A scholar in a white coat was half-dressed in the sun, immersed in teaching, with a natural look and extremely focused. With a slight raise of his eyes, he could see two people outside the hall, but he leaned forward, his deep eyes always wandering among the students without shifting, and the footsteps were not small, but he obviously isolated them from outside.

Lin Ruo looked at Tian Yang with a half-understanding. The two walked to a corner and then talked: "This person is not a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, but his name is well-known in Qing Country. If you can make friends with him, your career in the literary world will be extremely smooth."

Tian Yang kept the question in suspense.

Lin Ruo suddenly felt that the school official was quite interesting. Why was he always thinking about making friends...

Tian Yang paused and continued to introduce: "This person's name is Shu Wu, and he is currently serving as the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion. He is a man of great literary talent and good moral character. He is very famous in Qing Country."

"It turns out to be the great scholar Shu who traveled to Northern Qi." Lin Ruo added. Knowing this information, he could understand the whole picture.

Tian Yang said: "Mr. Lin may not know that what makes Mr. Shu famous is not his talent, but the fact that he has a great teacher who is respected by the world, Zhuang Mohan, a great scholar of the Northern Qi Dynasty."

As a person from Northern Qi, the fact that he was sought after by Qing State and was called the leader of the literary world was enough to show the ability of this literary giant.

Similarly, as a native of Nanqing, the fact that he was able to study under Zhuang Mohan is enough to illustrate Shu Wu's talent.

Both of them are upright and well-known people, far from being comparable to the opportunistic Wu Bo'an. Such people should be given full respect.

After touring the academy, Lin Ruo went to pay homage to the senior master. After finishing his business, he said goodbye to Tian Yang and left the academy.

When he reached the entrance of the academy, Lin Ruo paused and retracted his hand, and a sachet fell to the ground.

Lin Ruo naturally bent down to pick it up, holding it in his palm to examine it carefully. The sachet gave off an unknown strange fragrance, with intricate cloud patterns and exquisite workmanship. He thought it must have been dropped by a lady from a noble family.

The woman in the academy...who could she be?

Lin Ruo's eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't help but start thinking, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't guess if there were any well-known ladies in "Joy of Life" during this period of time.

Aren’t they just little kids jumping around...there’s no such thing as a lady from a noble family.

It can't be the eldest princess, so forget it. When Lin Ruo thought of her name, she felt fear in her heart.

The eldest princess is not someone who can be provoked.

"Sir, wait a moment." An old voice came from behind Lin Ruo, and an old lady with combed hair came up. She was wearing luxurious clothes and was obviously from a wealthy family.

"Auntie, is this your sachet?"

The old nanny was surprised at first, then smiled shyly: "It is indeed mine, thank you, sir."

"The young master has a really good appearance." The old nanny said again.

Lin Ruo's hand trembled, and he quickly handed it over, saying with a wry smile: "Madam, take it. I have something urgent to do, so I'll go first."

The old nanny smiled, watched the visitor go away, held the sachet in her hand, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I found the young lady's sachet."

"Mr. Lin, stop."

Lin Ruo had just taken a few steps out of the academy when someone called him again.

The person who came was a book boy, panting and struggling to speak: "But Mr. Lin? My master wants to see you."

"Which sir?"

"Master Shu from Wenyuan Pavilion, Master Lin just watched my teacher's class. Coincidentally, my teacher also has some questions that he would like to ask Master Lin."

……

The book boy took Lin Ruo through the study hall to the office building behind the academy, went up to the third floor, crossed the long threshold, and entered a study room for rest.

The study is simply decorated but elegantly. The most attractive thing is the small regular script calligraphy hanging on the left wall, which was created by Pan Ling, a famous calligrapher from Kyoto's Wenshuge.

"Mr. Lin, please wait here for a moment. My teacher will be here as soon as he finishes the class." The servant said, pouring a cup of tea for Lin Ruo, and then carefully left.

Lin Ruoqian took a sip of the colorless and tasteless tea, picked up the policy paper on the table, flipped through it, and finally stopped at a place marked with traces.

(End of this chapter)