Chi Jingxi is the best candidate.
Not to mention this Songhai Academy, even if you look at the entire Chaoge City, you can't find another one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Chi Jingxi's favor.
And Chi Jingxi is a special existence in this book. He was born on a snowy night, and the national teacher calculated the fate of the country on his life, so he asked the emperor to give him the national character, linking his life with Shaojing.
Chi Jingxi grew up surrounded by thousands of pampers, no matter how many troubles she caused, she was easily exposed and never received heavy punishment. As a result, Shaojing became more and more prosperous, natural disasters became less and less, and the country became wider and wider. This is why the emperor favors him so much.
After Chi Jingxi died tragically, the first thing Cheng Xiao did when he became emperor was to change the name of the country and set up a large altar to hold a mighty sacrifice, just because he was afraid that Chi Jingxi's death would affect the fate of the country.
In fact, when Wen Yantong watched it, he guessed that the national teacher might be a member of Marquis Anhuai, who deliberately used Chi Jingxi to create momentum in order to consolidate the power of the Chi family. However, it was quite successful. After all, before the death of the emperor, whose favor could compare to Chi Jingxi
Although Chi Jingxi died quite tragically in the end, as long as she leaves Chaoge before the emperor dies and does not get involved in the struggle for imperial power, there should be no danger.
Regardless of whether he is a villain or a decent person, as long as he can protect her, he is a good person.
Wen Yantong thought about it secretly, and stared at Chi Jingxi for too long without paying attention, and when he came back to his senses, he walked up to him.
Chi Jingxi swept away his indifferent eyes, and said displeasedly, "What are you looking at?"
Wen Yantong quickly lowered his head and walked a few steps to the side.
Damn, how many rainbow farts do you have to blow to hug your thigh just because you are angry
And it seems that Chi Jingxi hates the flattery of others, what if she blindly flatters her and gets beaten up!
This matter cannot be rushed. Wen Yantong thought to himself, he must think long term.
Mu Yang glanced at Wen Yantong who slipped away with his neck curled up, and said with a smile, "Brother Xi, look at how you scare people."
Chi Jingxi frowned contemptuously, "I'm timid, the rats pulled out of the soil hole are more courageous than him."
"You saved his life today, but this kid doesn't even know how to say thank you." Cheng Xin said.
Chi Jingxi sneered, "I didn't do it to save him, why should I say thank you."
"That's right," Cheng Xin said, "But you were too bullying just now to bet with arrows. Who doesn't know that you have the ability to pierce Yang with a hundred steps? It's a waste of the opportunity to clean up the Jiang family."
Chi Jingxi narrowed his eyes, "There are many opportunities to clean up the Jiang family."
Xu Yingquan walked slowly to the martial field, and the people in Zitang stood in a neat line, no one spoke anymore.
Wen Yantong took a look at Chi Jingxi from a distance, and unexpectedly found Xu Yingquan staring at her, so he hurriedly stepped forward and continued to walk around the martial field.
I didn't exercise my legs very well in the afternoon, but I became more proficient in the technique of using crutches.
Wen Yantong was really tired from walking, thinking about finding a blind spot that Xu Yingquan couldn't see for a while, but he ran into Mrs. Zhao just as he stopped.
"Hi, master." Wen Yantong greeted politely.
"Didn't your leg hurt? Why did you come to the martial arts field to attend classes?" Master Zhao didn't know if he happened to pass by or came to the martial arts field to find someone.
"Master Xu said that the more I rested, the slower my legs healed, so he told me to exercise more." Wen Yantong pursed her lips, and her eyebrows curled into a look of grievance.
Mr. Zhao saw that her head was covered with sweat, so he said, "Master Xu really thinks that the students are as thick-skinned as him? What if the bones are hurt by walking around!"
Wen Yantong immediately drove the donkey downhill, "My leg hurts—"
"Don't go away, I just need to find you something," Mrs. Zhao suddenly said righteously, "I'll go and tell Mrs. Xu."
Wen Yantong was overjoyed when she heard it, and followed Mrs. Zhao excitedly, fearing that joy would overflow from her brows, she lowered her head.
Master Zhao led her to Xu Yingquan's side, "Master Xu, Wen Yantong's leg is dislocated, and he has to lie in bed for the first few days to recuperate. How can he be told to walk here? Look at the How does the child hurt?"
Master Zhao's voice was not low, and everyone in the Zitang who was practicing flat shooting immediately cast their eyes.
Wen Yantong is not tall, and besides being thin, even though she is wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, she doesn't look bloated. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he accidentally rubbed the cotton cap crookedly while wiping the sweat, which looked a little funny.
She has a good way of pretending to be pitiful. With wide eyes open, he stared at Xu Yingquan intently.
Although Xu Yingquan was a general, he didn't have a reckless aura on him, instead he looked like a literati, and said in a low voice, "But he has been lying on the bed for several days."
"Looking at his appearance, you know that his body is weak, and he should lie down for a few more days." Zhao Fuzi sighed, "I have something to say to him right now, so I will take him away first, and let him take care of himself in the future martial arts class." Exercise is."
Xu Yingquan nodded, "Master Zhao, go slowly."
Wen Yantong was overjoyed, he still pretended to be uncomfortable and said goodbye to Xu Yingquan honestly, then wrapped himself in the mouse skin on the weapon rack and left slowly.
After following Mr. Zhao out of the martial arts field, Wen Yantong's nerves relaxed, and he took the lead to ask, "I don't know why Master is looking for students?"
"You wanted to escape from the academy earlier. Although Ms. Fu San blocked you, you still made a note in the booklet. If you cancel it before the end of the quarterly class, it will affect your final evaluation." Mr. Zhao walked very slowly.
Wen Yantong had heard about this before, but Mr. Zhao mentioned it specially, so he must have other intentions, so he asked, "How can the student get rid of it?"
"I looked through your enrollment booklet, it says you can play the piano?" Mr. Zhao asked.
"I, I won't." She replied blankly.
Master Zhao gave her a strange look, "Then why did you write in the brochure that you can play the piano?"
Wen Yantong's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought that this might be the little cannon fodder who could play the piano, so he wrote this when he was in school. But Wen Yantong doesn't know how to play the piano at all, and has never touched the guqin.
This idea slipped around in her mind, and she replied, "I used to be able to, but after I entered the academy, I was only thinking about studying. How can I waste time on having fun? It's all unfamiliar now."
Master Zhao was quite puzzled, "I didn't see how good your knowledge is. You haven't passed the summer exam yet."
"..." Wen Yantong smiled awkwardly, "It's because the students are too dull."
"I thought you could play Guqin, but now I can't..." Mr. Zhao asked, twisting his beard, "Do you know other musical instruments?"
Wen Yantong's words were almost on the edge of his mouth, but he still swallowed back, and said cautiously, "What do you want the students to do, Master?"
"This year's First Snow Banquet is different from previous years. Because of the addition of female students, the academy also added two luthiers." Mr. Zhao said, "At the First Snow Banquet, the luthiers will also participate, and they will organize a piece of piano music to participate in the banquet."
"Banquet?" Wen Yantong subconsciously repeated.
"If this qin music wins the ranking in the banquet competition, your penny on the booklet will be cancelled." Mr. Zhao said, "I also found out about it by accident. I wanted you to participate, but I never thought about it." …”
Wen Yantong understood, Mr. Zhao was looking for a way for her! She hurriedly said, "Although I don't know Guqin, I can play Xiqin, can I play Xiqin?"
Mr. Zhao hesitated, "I don't know about it, but I can ask the luthier, and if I can, I will tell you."
"Master Lao, I'm sorry." Wen Yantong bowed to him gratefully.
Master Zhao's work efficiency is really high, so he came to tell her the next day that the luthier agreed to join Xi Qin, but he had to see how good she was first.
Wen Yantong was so happy that he immediately sent someone to the street to buy a Xiqin.
What kind of Qin is Xiqin? It's actually an erhu.
When Wen Yantong was a child, her family was poor, so her parents wanted her to learn erhu from her third uncle who had played erhu all her life and go to the streets to beg for food.
She followed suit and learned for more than ten years, especially remembering the days when she was sitting on the street playing the erhu with her third uncle in the cold winter.
Wen Yantong's education is not high. After graduating from high school, her family could not afford to pay for college, so she dropped out of school and went out to work. Later, a fire took away her parents and younger brother who was in junior high school.
No matter how hard and tiring Wen Yantong has suffered, she doesn't take these experiences of the little cannon fodder seriously.
But when Master Zhao led Wen Yantong into the piano master hall, Wen Yantong, who had gone through the stormy waves, was stunned on the spot.