Early the next morning, Yang Ning asked the accountant to take out a banknote of five hundred taels, and Duan Canghai took the two of them to personally escort him directly to Qionglin Academy.
Although it hadn't snowed yet, there was already a layer of frost. Yang Ning wore a brocade cotton robe and a black cloak, but she was still very warm.
It has to be said that even though the Hou Mansion is somewhat financially strapped, it is still much better off than ordinary families. At least they have enough food and clothing to worry about.
Yang Ning couldn't help but think that if it hadn't been for that coincidence, he wouldn't know what he would be like now. Although with his ability, he wouldn't suffer from cold and starvation, he would definitely not be worse than being a marquis. good.
The four of them were riding horses, not carriages, and headed east of the city. Yang Ning didn't know where Qionglin Academy was, but Duan Canghai was very familiar with it. After walking for half an hour, they turned onto a long street. Not long after walking, I saw a tall standing gate with blue bricks and red columns in front of me. Just above the standing gate, there were four large vermilion characters written on it.
Qionglin Academy!
On both sides of the door, there is a white wooden board with a sentence written from top to bottom, which is a couplet.
The left hand is written "De Ling Gu Shan Juan", and the right hand is written "Downtown Little Taoyuan".
Yang Ning saw the words on the plaque and couplets. Although he was not proficient in calligraphy, he could feel that these words seemed light and understated, but each stroke seemed to contain infinite power. He couldn't tell what kind of power it was. But it always makes people feel extraordinary, knowing that this couplet and the four characters Qionglin Academy on the plaque should be written by Zhuo Qingyang, the dean of Qionglin Academy.
He learned from Tang Nuo that there are four masters of art in the world today, and Zhuo Qingyang is one of them, a top master in calligraphy.
Beside the academy, there was a fairly unique cabin. Inside, there was an old man in his fifties. When he saw someone coming, he immediately stuck his head out and shouted, "Who is he?"
Duan Canghai had already raised his hands and said with a smile: "Is it Uncle Ren? We are from Jinyihou's house. Jinyihou came to visit Mr. Zhuo himself." He came close to Yang Ning and whispered: "Master Hou, this is the old man guarding the door. He has already I have been here for nearly ten years. I used to accompany the Third Madam here often, and I got to know him well. Everyone called him Uncle Ren." As if he was worried that Yang Ning didn't know the rules of the academy, he added: "Everyone who enters Qionglin Academy is treated equally. , there is no high or low."
Yang Ning said with a smile: "I know." She thought that Zhuo Qingyang had once been Qi Jing's teacher and was one of the Four Arts Masters. Not many people dared to show off in front of him.
The old man recognized Duan Canghai clearly and said with a smile: "It turns out he is from the Jinyihou Mansion. You know the rules."
Duan Canghai smiled and handed over his hand, then took a wine bag from his waist and threw it over. The old man seemed to be used to it and took it with his hand, very skillfully.
When Yang Ning saw his skills, he thought that he had some trouble.
"Master Marquis, we can't go in." Duan Canghai said: "But there will be no danger in the academy. You can go in first, and we will wait outside."
Yang Ning nodded, got off the horse, took a small package from the horse, and carried it into the academy.
The front door of Qionglin Academy is simple and elegant, not very conspicuous, but after entering, Yang Ning discovered that there is a cave inside, with rockeries and small ponds, pavilions and bridges, strong pines and cold plums, and a unique layout. It is like a garden. Although it is winter, looking at it, Everywhere there is beautiful scenery.
Walking along a rather wide bluestone road, there were more and more students coming and going. This Qionglin Academy is a girls' academy and there are no male students, so as far as you can see, they are all cardamom girls.
Some of these female students were holding books and chanting softly, some were sitting by the pool thoughtfully, and some were gathering together, talking and laughing.
Yang Ning had known before that Qionglin Academy was very strict in selecting students, and Zhuo Qingyang had to pass the test in person before he could be admitted to study.
In this era, men are superior to women, and it is virtue for women not to have talents. If Zhuo Qingyang had not opened this Qionglin Academy for the first time, I am afraid that in a few hundred years no woman would be able to study in the academy so openly, and Zhuo Qingyang Selected disciples only look at talent, not family background. This can be seen from the clothes of the female students in the academy, most of whom are from ordinary families.
Yang Ning didn't think much of it before coming to the academy, but now that she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't help but respect Zhuo Qingyang.
Suddenly a man appeared in the academy, which naturally attracted the attention of the female students. The youthful girls all looked at Yang Ning with strange eyes. Some girls even bit their ears and whispered, asking Yang Ning from time to time. Looking over, there was also a bolder girl who paid Yang Ning a direct attention salute.
Although Yang Ning is not Pan An Song Yu, she is also pretty and handsome. Her skin was originally a bit dark, but over time, her skin has become a bit whiter. In addition, she is wearing brocade clothes and a rather stylish cloak. She is elegant. In addition, it also has a bit of nobility, so it is no wonder that it attracts the attention of many girls.
Yang Ning enjoys the feeling of being noticed by many young girls. He is an extremely bold person. He has been born in two generations, and his face is not thin. When he sees a pretty good-looking girl, he smiles and nods from time to time, looking like a handsome young man. His posture is also leisurely and happy.
Suddenly, he saw three or four girls gathered in front of him, pointing at him, and then a girl ran out from inside. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, quite pretty, and her face was red. Yang Ning saw her. He was a little surprised when he ran towards me, thinking that this girl from Qionglin Academy was so open-minded. Wasn't she running over to confess her love to him
When the girl arrived in front of Yang Ning, she didn't hesitate and asked straight to the point: "You... are you Mr. Jiang who came here to give us a lecture today?"
"Mr. Jiang?" Yang Ning was startled, thinking that this girl must have recognized the wrong person. She shook her head and said, "No, my surname is not Jiang!"
The young girl wondered: "Did I remember it wrong?" She seemed a little unwilling and asked: "Then you come from the East China Sea?"
"East China Sea?" Yang Ning asked curiously, "What, are you waiting for Mr. Jiang from East China Sea?" Suddenly something occurred to him, his brows tightened, and he actually thought of someone coming.
East China Sea? Mr. Jiang
Jiang Suiyun
Yang Ning had already thought at this time that Jiang Suiyun, who was with Dou Lianzhong the night before, came from the East China Sea. The Jiang family was a wealthy gentry in the East China Sea. They had their own fleet and went to sea for trade. Yun is obviously still in the capital.
Is it really such a coincidence that Jiang Suiyun will come to Qionglin Academy today
"Yes, Mr. Jiang is a great scholar from the East China Sea. He is very knowledgeable. Mr. Zhuo said that he will come to the academy to give lectures today." The girl looked expectant: "Mr. Jiang also said that Mr. Jiang has traveled to various countries and gone to far away places. , he must know a lot of things, we are all looking forward to it." After looking at Yang Ning, he said suspiciously: "Are you really not the Mr. Jiang we are waiting for?"
Yang Ning was about to answer, but she heard a voice behind her saying coldly: "He is not Mr. Jiang. How could Mr. Jiang look like this? Do you want to know who he is?"
Yang Ning felt that the voice was quite familiar, so she couldn't help but turn around and saw a group of girls approaching. Five or six girls surrounded by a woman were slowly walking over.
The woman wore a white brocade jacket, a cloud-patterned velvet skirt, and a snow-feather shoulder bag with gold-edged silver thread and snow leopard fur. She looked very noble, and the woman's hair was lightly pulled up by a silver jade and purple moon hairpin. , applied pink rouge, which made her delicate and fair face even more rosy. Her face was like hibiscus, and she looked quite delicate, but there was a contemptuous smile on her pretty face, which made people uncomfortable to look at.
Yang Ning only glanced at it and then frowned, with disgust in his eyes.
No wonder the voice was quite familiar, but it turned out that she had seen it before. This woman turned out to be Su Zixuan, the daughter of Wuxiang Hou Su Zhen.
Yang Ning never expected to meet her here.
He was originally in a good mood, but now he was as depressed as if he had bitten a fly after a big meal.
Three or four steps away from Yang Ning, Su Zixuan stopped and looked at Yang Ning with disdain. The girls around her were all well-dressed and obviously came from wealthy families. Someone had already asked: "Zixuan, Do you know him? Isn't he Mr. Jiang?"
"Of course not." Su Zixuan looked at Yang Ning coldly, with a sneer on her lips, and said without hesitation: "Have you ever heard of Jin Yihou?"
The girls all said, "Of course you know, isn't Jinyi Marquis one of the four hereditary marquises? He is on an equal footing with your Wuxiang Marquises."
"Then do you know that General Qi has a son in Jinyi who is stupid, foolish and rough?" Su Zixuan raised her chin slightly and said arrogantly: "Many people call him Jinyi Fool."
"Oh, Zixuan, is that Qining who has made an appointment with you to marry?" A person on the side said: "You told us that that fool in gold clothes wants to eat swan meat, and you will not agree to it even if he kills you."
Su Zixuan said proudly: "Yes, it's that fool. He did have a baby marriage with me, but it was a marriage that the old man made randomly. I told you that I have asked my father to break off that marriage."
"Zixuan, you are so beautiful, and your father is the Marquis of Wuxiang. There are many princes and nobles who want to get high. People who want to marry you can line up from the capital to the Qinhuai River." A girl on the side giggled: "That Fool, of course you don’t like it.”
"Yes, Zixuan, it's best to break off this marriage, otherwise you will be married off by that fool and your life will be over."
Several girls were chattering, all praising Su Zixuan for her beauty and that she must not marry a fool in brocade clothes.
Yang Ning's expression remained unchanged as he clapped his hands. He clapped very loudly. The girls didn't know why and all fell silent. Many girls nearby also looked over.
A calm and calm smile appeared on Yang Ning's face, her voice was gentle, and she said leisurely: "Yes, the fool that Miss Su said is far away and right in front of you. I am the fool in silk clothes that she calls me." Spreading his hands, he spoke extremely elegantly. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are many people who talk about me behind my back, but I dare to call me a fool in front of my face. This is the first time I heard it today!"