Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 23 The Literary Miss Zhou

As soon as Professor Zhou Suzhou appeared, he immediately suppressed the entire situation.

This is a respect for scholars, and it is also related to the fact that the officials of the Daxu State Academy are noble and independent of the administrative system.

There is no clear rank for academic officials and professors, but their greatest asset in this position is their students!

In any case, Xu Zhizhou didn't dare to provoke Zhou Su. If he did, he would be in big trouble.

At this time, such a difficult person has already set his sights on Zhao Yifu...

Zhao Yifu bowed deeply once more and said, "I am Zhao Yifu, your disciple, and I am honored to meet you, Master Zhou."

Zhou Su nodded slightly when he heard this and said, "I remember you, this year's tribute student. Your essay is passable but not solid enough... Since you've become a tribute student, you should prepare for the upcoming imperial examinations, or even strive for the title of Juren. Why don't you study instead of wasting your time here?"

As expected of an academic official, the first thing he cared about was Zhao Yifu’s academic performance.

At this moment, Zhao Yifu actually recalled the feeling of facing his homeroom teacher when he was studying in his previous life.

He also broke away from that detached state and said timidly: "The students know, it's just the matter here..."

Zhou Su's face turned serious and he asked, "Does that matter?"

Zhao Yifu was stunned, while Lu Ce beside him reacted and said, "It's just a small matter, not important compared to studying."

Zhou Su then said, "Did you hear that? Don't get distracted by trivial matters. Why don't you go study quickly?"

Zhao Yifu looked at Xu Zhizhou, the governor of a state, who was waving his hands impatiently.

So he retreated with peace of mind, and naturally no one stopped him.

This situation was actually within Zhao Yifu's imagination. Of course, the best case scenario he imagined was that the prefect would simply ignore the affairs of the constables, and the matter would be left unresolved at the source.

And now, letting it go like this under Zhou Su's leadership is one of the better results.

He felt no burden about this, he just felt that it was a matter of conclusion.

In fact, it should have been like this, but it became so complicated because of Xu Zhizhou's inexplicable face factor.

As for what will happen to Captain Zhang next?

Zhao Yifu no longer cared. It didn't matter if he beat him up every time he saw him next time.

Moyang City is so small, we'll have to meet each other sooner or later...

……

Zhou Su left the prefectural office with a sour expression. He originally wanted to go back to Moyang Academy, but he was in a bad mood and looked at the sky, so he decided to go home.

It’s good to go home, where his precious daughter is. He loves her very much.

But when he returned home today, he unexpectedly discovered that his daughter was playing a "game" that was very new to him.

I saw the young lady of the Zhou family and her maid wearing red clothes, one dancing with a sword and the other dancing with... an embroidery needle?

Although the movements were graceful and elegant, there was a strange sense of disharmony no matter how one looked at them.

"Hehehehe..."

Mr. Zhou, who was so majestic in the government office, was like a Maitreya Buddha at home. He came with a smile and said, "You dance very well, Qingzhao dances very well. Why did you think of practicing dancing?"

Who knew that as soon as he boasted, Miss Zhou Qingzhao's face suddenly turned serious, and her expression was exactly the same as the Sima face Zhou Su had in the yamen before.

She snorted coldly, "My daughter is not practicing dancing!"

With that said, he turned around and left.

Zhou Su was surprised. He watched his daughter leave, then he called out to the maid in red, "Su Die, what's wrong with your young lady?" Su Die was frightened by Zhou Su's majesty and trembled. Finally, she smiled bitterly and said, "Master, it's probably because the young lady was practicing sword just now, but you said she was practicing dancing..."

Zhou Su showed an expression of realization...but it was not right!
He immediately asked with a burning gaze, "Practicing swordplay? What kind of swordplay did she practice, and why did she think of practicing swordplay?"

The little girl was frightened and told everything like a jar pouring beans...

Finally, Su Die seemed to realize that she had said too much, so she quickly added, "Master, it's just a painting. I don't know how it touched the young lady's heart..."

Zhou Su waved his hand and said, "Okay, go ahead."

He looked like he didn't want to ask any more questions.

Su Die secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ran away as fast as she could.

Zhou Su quickly frowned and returned to his study with his hands behind his back.

It seemed that he picked up a book to read, but then a light flashed on his forehead, and another figure with red-gold light appeared beside him.

The figure looked exactly like Zhou Su, even younger and more handsome, just like Zhou Su in his twenties.

Zhou Su still seemed to be reading, but the figure quietly disappeared and went to Zhou Qingzhao's room.

So what is Miss Zhou doing?
The scroll of the female general in red was unfolded in front of her. Her chin was slightly raised to the same angle as the figure in the scroll, and her eyes were also closed, revealing a very literary and melancholy expression.

It seemed like she was stuck in it all the time and had never come out.

……

When Zhao Yifu returned home, Yiyi, who had been hiding in his sleeves obediently and silently, ran out.

It is very well behaved and never causes any trouble to Zhao Yifu outside.

But at home, it had a bad temper and scratched Zhao Yifu's face, indicating that it wanted to eat dried fish.

Zhao Yi Fu hurriedly ordered his loyal servant to get the dried fish, while he himself collapsed in the pavilion with a smile on his face, feeling quite good.

The loyal servant brought some dried fish and said to Zhao Yifu, "Master, is everything settled?"

Zhao Yifu nodded and said, "It's settled. You don't have to worry about this kind of thing. Don't forget that I have a reputation now."

Wu Zhong was very happy. He felt that it was more satisfying than tearing those constables to pieces alive.

So he said, "Young Master, you must study hard and strive to become a juren next time."

Zhao Yifu felt troubled because this exhortation to study reminded him of the majestic Professor Zhou Xuezheng.

I don’t know why, even though he has already opened up the small circulation and entered the real stage of cultivation, he still feels scared when he sees Master Zhou.

He said, "Don't worry about that for now. Uncle Wu, if you have time, please practice with me. I've made some breakthroughs in my cultivation recently, and I'm a little unsure of my condition."

When Wu Zhong heard this, he would have been very happy in the past, but now he felt that his young master was a little uneducated.

He said, "Second Young Master, you are the Wenquxing of our Shenhe Villa, how could you still..."

Seeing that he was about to start another long speech, Zhao Yifu quickly stopped him and said, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'm just doing this to keep fit. After all, you need a healthy body to study, right?"

Wu Zhong heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this and said, "Indeed, then the young master is now..."

Zhao Yifu no longer had the heart to try his skills again, and said as if escaping, "I'm going to study."

Everyone around him was asking him to study, and this feeling really annoyed him, just like in his previous life when his family was always urging him to do his homework...

(End of this chapter)