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Chapter 21 She's Bragging
Rong Xueyi felt that this was not a poem for her, but it was obvious that she came here for it. Before she could speak, Rong Zhennan had already praised loudly: "Good poems, good words, good literary talent!"

She echoed: "Well, good poems, good characters, good literary talent!" But she didn't reach out to pick up the scroll.

It was obviously a compliment, but Qin Muyu's face was pulled down directly. He is so smart, so he can naturally hear how much sincerity there is in her words.

Rong asked Xia Yinyang strangely: "Fifth sister is in the midst of blessings and doesn't know how to be blessed. Mr. Qin's calligraphy is hard to come by, so hurry up and kneel down to pick it up! Mr. Qin, if you don't mind, can you guide my eighth brother's article?" ?”

After a few days of recuperation, the wound on her face has healed up to seven or eighty-eight, but the corners of her eyes are still bruised.

Qin Muyu glanced at Rong Xueyi and said, "I heard that Master Rong has a son and a daughter. I wonder how Master Rong Jiu's homework is now?"

"Ninth Brother is very stupid, he can't even recognize a few words." Rong Wenxia said disdainfully.

Rong Feiyang was right behind them, his face flushed with anger, his pride was strong, and he was still a child after all, he was about to have a fit.

Rong Xueyi reached out to hold his hand, and shook his head slightly at him, his eyes were full of grievances, looking at Rong Xueyi felt very distressed.

Over the years, after Rong Zhennan seized the family property of the Rong Mansion, the siblings depended on each other for their lives, and they usually didn't even have food, let alone go to school.

When Elder Rong died, Rong Feiyang was only six years old. Although he was gifted, intelligent and enlightened, he had forgotten most of what he had learned in order to survive these years.

Qin Muyu glanced at Rong Xueyi and said, "If you kneel down and beg me to marry you now, I might consider teaching your brother a lesson."

Rong Xueyi said indifferently: "Sorry, I don't have the habit of asking for help. Besides, Feiyang has a better teacher to teach him, so don't bother Mr. Qin."

Her words drew ridicule from all around, Rong Wenqiu said with a smile: "I don't know which master Ninth Brother is studying under?"

Rong Xueyi didn't answer, the laughter around him was even louder, Rong Wenxia said with disdain all over his face: "You can't say it! If you are as stupid as the ninth brother, even a scholar in the country would not bother to accept him as a disciple! "

Rong Feiyang was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, Rong Xueyi pulled his hand a little tighter, and said indifferently: "Don't say that a country scholar can't teach Feiyang, even Mr. Qin, the champion of the new subject, can't teach him, he is qualified to be Feiyang's teacher Only Master Yuan."

As soon as this remark came out, the laughter all around became louder.

Qin Muyu sneered and said: "Master Yuan is the imperial teacher of the current dynasty. He has learned the most ancient and modern knowledge. He came to Xinzhou from the capital ten years ago to live in seclusion. He has never been involved in court affairs and will not accept any disciples. Don't say that your brother is illiterate. I'm afraid the poems and books won't be able to catch Master Yuan's eyes!"

"That's right, I know how to brag every day!" Rong Wenxia said with a "bah".

Rong Xueyi said softly: "It is true that Master Yuan has not accepted Feiyang as a disciple, but Feiyang will become Master Yuan's disciple in less than a month."

Qin Muyu said with extreme disdain: "If he can become Master Yuan's disciple, I'll chop off his head and use it as a chamber pot for you!"

Rong Xueyi smiled and said: "Okay! You said this, and the time limit is one month."

What if you can't do it? "Qin Muyu asked.

"Then I'll chop off my head and use it as a chamber pot for you." Rong Xueyi smiled calmly and confidently.

(End of this chapter)