The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 306 Arrangement of troops (1)
In any case, those who were more or less involved with him have now been beheaded and exiled, and he is still steadily opening his academy in Ping County.

The gate of Mingde Academy seems to be open to all students who are interested in learning, so there is no gatekeeper at the gate, and Su Xiazhi walked in smoothly following the young man.

For An Shoucheng who was familiar with walking through the academy, it was not a pleasant experience for him to step on the threshold of An's family again.

He has to force himself to keep thinking that you are Mrs. Min's accountant and you can't lose her face, so that he can overcome the fear in his heart.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, it was already noon.Young students in blue gowns were bustling around in the academy. It was obvious that their morning training had ended and they were all going out for lunch.

Su Xiazhi's eyes glanced over these young people from time to time, she was thinking about how to deal with all these people rushing in if her noodle shop opened...

And those young and flamboyant students also found her refreshing and elegant, and many people looked at her frequently, both openly and secretly.

It's just that the women's hair style that Su Xiazhi wore on her head still made these youthful young people sad again...

With her mind full of calculations on how to manage her business, she naturally didn't know that her hard work had broken her heart all over the place, and she had already reached the inner courtyard of the academy before she knew it, and the servant stopped in her tracks: " Master, if Mr. An doesn't go back to An Mansion, he usually rests here."

"Oh." Unlike the four doors at the entrance of the academy, the gates of this chic courtyard hidden under the branches of green willows are closed.

"Go and knock on the door, and say that Mrs. Min Su is here to visit Mr. An." Su Xiazhi waved at the boy.

The courtyard door was knocked open, and a waiter in Tsing Yi immediately opened the door and came out when he saw the servant, looked around and said in a low voice, "Shoucheng, you are crazy! Miss will come over in a while, how dare you..."

"Please help me with the report, and say that Min Su asked to see Mr. An." The young servant's face was not very good-looking, and his face was forced to be calm.

In Anfu, he suffered too many boards and whips, and those painful memories started from the moment he entered Anfu.

Mr. An's wife died early, and he had no concubine, so when he returned to Ping County from the capital, it was An Jing who was in charge of the family.

With a quiet face and a dark heart, he never treats his subordinates as human beings. Whenever he makes a mistake, he will be beaten severely.

The young man is An Yi's personal follower, An Jing should give her brother some face, but for some reason, she is even more vicious to the young man, beating him every time until he can't get off the ground for a few days!
So the boy was terrified of going back to An's house, and also terrified of seeing An Jing again!

"Min Su's family?" The waiter in Tsing Yi noticed Su Xiazhi who was standing on the side, and after only a glance, he became a little confused: I have seen all the big families in Ping County, which house does this lady belong to?

"My husband is Min Lansheng." Su Xiazhi said lightly.

"So it's Mrs. Min! Please wait a moment, the villain will go in and report!" The waiter in Tsing Yi trotted back to the yard immediately after hearing her words.

"Hehe!" Su Xiazhi grinned at the boy: "I didn't expect my husband's name to be so handy."

"Young Master Min is Master An's favorite student. He often mentions that even though Young Master Min hasn't come to the academy for a long time, among these students, Young Master Min's talents are admired by others!"

Min Lansheng is now considered his boss, so when talking about him, the servant is also very proud.

"Mrs. Min, my master invites you to come in!" The waiter who just went in ran out after a while, opened the two courtyard doors, and bowed at the door and made a gesture of invitation.

"Okay." Su Xiazhi nodded and walked in slowly.

But the boy was stopped outside by the waiter in Tsing Yi.

"Just wait here for me." After thinking about it for a while, the less people heard the better, Su Xiazhi winked at the boy and asked him to stay outside the door.

And the boy let out a sigh of relief when he knew that he finally didn't have to see the sullen Mr. An every day!

Following behind the waiter in Tsing Yi, Su Xiazhi was brought into the main room in the middle of this small courtyard.

The main room was tidied up to look like a living room. An Huaiyuan, who was wearing a dark brocade robe, was sitting behind a big Eight Immortals table facing the door, looking at her indifferently.

"Mr. An, all blessings!" After entering the door, he saluted An Huaiyuan in a proper manner, and Su Xiazhi stood up and stood there without moving.

"Well, I didn't expect you to come to the old man." An Huaiyuan raised his finger and pointed to the chair on the guest seat: "Sit down and talk."

What a big show!Su Xiazhi raised her eyes and looked at this thin old man a lot. The more he looked, the more he looked like An Yi.

The waiter in Tsing Yi brought up the teacup and put it on the table next to Su Xiazhi, then bowed and retreated.

Su Xiazhi is a woman and also his student's wife. An Huaiyuan doesn't need to greet her like a guest, so he shut his mouth and waited quietly for her to speak.

"I know you're busy, so I don't dare to disturb you if I have nothing to do." Su Xiazhi knew that it's best to be straight to the point when talking to the old fox.

So she took out the letter from the sleeve and got up and put it on the Eight Immortals table beside An Huaiyuan: "Please take a look."

An Huaiyuan took the letter and put it down again, and said calmly, "This is a letter from Lan Sheng, I can't read it."

Su Xiazhi shook her head, walked back to the guest seat and sat down, looked straight at him and said, "Don't you, as a scholar's teacher, not be able to see that this letter was not written by a scholar?"

An Huaiyuan frowned, picked up the envelope again, looked at the handwriting on the cover for a while before nodding: "After a closer look, there are still some differences."

Su Xiazhi sat in the dark hugging the scholar's pillow for half the night last night, and deduced from the last sentence of the letter. Coupled with a little news that she just heard recently, she can already guess the reason for this matter. roughly.

As a well-known scholar, Min Lansheng still wears the hat of a scholar, so he cherishes feathers very much, to the point where he cherishes words like gold!
Min Qinglan also said yesterday that her brother would rather suffer from cold and hunger than sell texts.

(End of this chapter)