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Chapter 72

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    February next year will be the spring festival that occurs once every three years, so this year's "clothing leave" in the Imperial College has been postponed to December.

    Like Shangguan Yan and others, if their family is wealthy or they have a long way to go, they will return home early at the beginning of the holiday.

    Jian Yujue stayed for a few more days and set off today.  He was packing his luggage in his dormitory with his head down, when unexpectedly a sarcastic voice came from behind.

    "How dare you take so long to sort out such a small amount of stuff."

    Lu Guanlin walked in from the door with a sarcastic face. As soon as he saw Jian Yujue's handsome appearance, jealousy popped up everywhere.

    He glanced at the old cotton coat in Jian Yujue's hand, and couldn't help but sneered again, "If you're not on good terms with Shangguan Yan, why don't you let him buy a few more for you and prepare some New Year gifts for you?"

    This was Lu Guanlin's own guess. Although it seemed that Jian Yujue usually had a docile expression towards any of his classmates, but others didn't know. He knew that it was Shangguan Yan who had obtained the tribute qualification for Jian Yujue.

    We don¡¯t have any friendship, how can we still send money for no reason?  No wonder Shangguan Yan didn't help him on the street that day.  It's just that Shangguan's family is rich and Lu Wenguang once told him not to offend him casually, so he didn't spread the news.

    Lu Guanlin's tone was unkind, but Jian Yujue didn't even pause her gestures, just burying her head in sorting things out.

    "What's so great about you, is it okay if you don't speak? I can't stand people like you the most!"

    Jian Yujue still didn't turn around, leaving Lu Guanlin with no place to vent his anger. He couldn't start a fight in the Imperial College.

    "Okay, I'll see you again next year, so you can see how good I am!" Lu Guanlin slammed the door, turned around and walked out.

    What he hates the most is this kind of person, who looks better than him, is more knowledgeable than him, looks gentle and elegant, doesn't argue with you, and looks like he doesn't take you to heart at all, which is worse than a big quarrel.  It's unpleasant.

    Of course, he would not think that there was anything wrong with him coming to ask for trouble. People like them who paid tribute could be arrogant, not to mention that his father was still the second-rank minister of the dynasty.

    Jian Yujue heard the sound of him going out, and then looked back at the wooden door that had been kicked out of a shallow hole for no reason. Her thin lips pursed lightly on her handsome face, and her hands under her sleeves and robes clenched and then unclenched. After all, she couldn't say a word.  Didn't say.

    By the end, Lu Guanlin¡¯s voice was the only one echoing in the entire dormitory

    Jian Yujue carefully collected the jade tokens given to them by Xuezheng. After the graduation leave, she had to use this jade token to report back to the Imperial College.

    During the New Year's Day, he had to go back to Qingzhou to spend it with his grandma, but before leaving, Jian Yujue planned to go to Xishui Alley to say goodbye to Shopkeeper Li.

    In winter, the weather is cold, the wind is blowing, the ordinary shops close early, and the ones that go into the night have not yet opened. This kind of time, which is neither early nor late, is the most desolate.

    Carrying the basket on his back, Jian Yujue walked through Yong'an Street and arrived at the entrance of Xishui Alley. He saw shopkeeper Li struggling to insert the door leaf, with four or five steps left. He seemed a little unable to hold on to his waist.

    Jian Yujue didn't stop for long, trotted forward and took the wooden board from shopkeeper Li's hand.

    Shopkeeper Li made a light move in his hand and looked up to see Jian Yujue. He couldn't help but be a little surprised and said: "Yujue, you haven't gone back yet?"

    "Well, I'll go back after a while."

    Shopkeeper Li watched Yujue push the door, and after a while, all the doors were inserted. He took the door lock from his waist, clicked it, and the shop was locked.

    He patted Jian Yujue on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go back earlier. Your grandma is waiting for you at home. She hasn't been back to Qingzhou in a long time."

    "Uncle Li, where are you celebrating the New Year?"

    Jian Yujue asked this because he remembered that shopkeeper Li had sold the tile-roofed house in the countryside before, and he had never heard him talk about his family. Could he be living alone?

    Shopkeeper Li said in a calm tone: "Don't worry about me. I can't go anywhere by myself. If I'm bored, I can come back and look at the shop."

    Jian Yujue glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Uncle Li, please come back to Qingzhou with me to celebrate the New Year."

    "Qingzhou?"

    Shopkeeper Li was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed, his face wrinkled, and he became more kind.

    "Okay! Okay."

    The young and old got on the mule carriage back to Qingzhou and wandered from Jingfu to Qingzhou.

    Fortunately, the village where Jian Yujue is located happens to be at the border of Qingzhou and Jingfu, so it is not that far away, so the journey did not take a few days.

    Grandma Jian stood in front of the gray tile-roofed house long after she got the letter. Her hair was gray.Only then did I learn from Grandma Jian that Yujue was abandoned and she picked it up when she went out to sell vegetables in the morning.

    Grandma Jian tried to post notices several times, but she was alone and had no strength to find his biological father and mother.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUTOUT  So last time, Jian Yujue didn't go to the examination because of her illness, which made her even more angry and uncomfortable.

    Jian Yujue met Shopkeeper Li's gaze, chuckled and shook her head, "I just think the moonlight is just right."

    "It's good to be with grandma."

    "Yujue, I always think of you as too tacky." Shopkeeper Li seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Actually, do you really want me to force you into the Imperial College?"

    Hearing this, Jian Yujue suddenly raised her head and looked at Shopkeeper Li, "Uncle Li"

    "When I was young, I encountered some things. I chose my backbone at the time, but I regretted it for decades."

    "From that time on, I felt that as a scholar, it is more important to judge the situation than to have character. Otherwise, there is no chance to show one's talents, and what's the use."

    Shopkeeper Li looked at Jian Yujue and smiled, "But now that I see you, I suddenly feel that I was wrong. There should be nothing to regret in the future."

    "Uncle Li, you"

    Shopkeeper Li had entered the Imperial Academy, but as a rule, he could not enter for the show, so something must have happened at the beginning.

    "Yujue, you have to relax and take the exam well."

    I want it back together with the time I took for him.

    ***

    Lu Guanlin returned to the Lu Mansion's home angrily. Lu Wenguang was the official minister, and the mansion was very impressive.

    In the front hall, when Mrs. Lu saw her son coming back, she immediately smiled and said, "Lin'er, why are you back? I heard Mr. Chen say this morning that you had let him go a long time ago."

    Mr. Chen is the minister of the Imperial College, and Lu Guanlin's father is the Minister of Rites. He has close ties with the Imperial College, and of course he is in control of the movements of the students.

    Lu Guanlin sat down on the square chair and took a sip of tea, "Forget it, I met an annoying person."

    The most shameless thing about making trouble is that the person simply ignores you.

    "Who is it that made you unhappy?" Lu Wenguang had just returned from outside. As soon as he entered the front yard, he heard Lu Guanlin's words and couldn't help but ask.

    He put a lot of thought into his son, but it happened that reading was the most like him. Once he started reading, he couldn't finish it for an hour.

    "Dad, it's not the same Xie Yuan from Qingzhou in the last term. I'm shocked to see him."

    Lu Wenguang knew about paying tribute, "Is he going to participate in the Spring Festival this time?"

    "Yes." Lu Guanlin couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Wasn't this nonsense what his father asked.

    Lu Wenguang¡¯s little eyes narrowed, and countless calculations were running through his mind, ¡°Lin¡¯er, what do you think of his knowledge?¡±

    Although Lu Guanlin hated Jian Yujue, he still said truthfully when it came to his knowledge: "I have only been here for less than half a year and he is already better than the top student in Class A."

    Lu Wenguang looked down at his son. According to Lu Guanlin's results, it would be very difficult for him to be a Jinshi, not to mention Sandingjia.

    His official position has been transferred to the Minister of Rites, which is considered to be the end. He wants to be named a marquis and prime minister, and all hope lies in his son.

    Why not, just do it again. Anyway, he was stable back then.

    "Lin'er, please don't disturb his study in the future, and don't find any trouble with him."

    "Dad?"

    Lu Wenguang supported his long beard and said, "You will know when dad has paved the way for you." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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