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He Yan almost choked: "isn't it? My Calligraphy? "

Xiao Jue is just like heaven and earth, but her "calligraphy" in those days is not so beautiful. Her handwriting is like that of a dog. She always counts down to Xiao Jue and says in a low voice, "look, the people I fear the most are coming."

When he Yan went to school, he was most afraid of Mr. Wei, the curator of Wei. Wei Xuanzhang was not a white man, but an official. However, he Yan once thought that the reason why he founded the Xianchang library was that he was too unpleasant, rigid and harsh, and his colleagues in the officialdom didn't like him, so he sent him to be the director of the library.

Unlike Huang Sancai, who is gentle and amiable and never scolds his students, Wei Xuanzhang is too strict. He always punishes those who do not do well in grades. The students secretly call him "old man Wei". He Yan is the countdown of Xianchang hall. In a word, in the memories of this gentleman, he Yan can only think of such unpleasant memories as beating the board, punishing standing, being scolded, copying books and so on. Even though he is no longer studying in the University, he is not afraid to face the utopian people. You can see the old gentleman's He Yan: "is it

However, she didn't study any more. The old man Wei had to pick and choose to trouble her. He Yan said with a smile, "it's just the situation."

"Eating and living with men is immoral, immoral, and totally ignorant of the rules. Xiao Huaijin has always been clean. How could she be coaxed into her hands by women like you?"

He Yan said:

Huang Sancai embarrassed wipe sweat: "curator..."

"Mr. Wei's words are heavy," Xiao Jue said lightly, "miss he didn't coax me. It was I who first fell in love with her."

Wei Xuanzhang frowned, looking at Xiao Jue's eyes, he was even more disappointed: "my husband always talks about love and love all day long. What is it like?" He Yan glared at him fiercely again: "beauty is in trouble!"

He Yan has a stiff smile and has lived for two years. He still says, "we have one more thing to ask for today." He Yan turned aside his words and went on. She was afraid that old man Wei should take a long stick to drive people out.

Huang Sancai asked, "what's the matter?"

"I want to borrow the pen and ink he left in the school Museum." Xiao Jue road.

When he said this, Wei Xuanzhang and Huang Sancai were surprised to see him.

"What did governor Xiao do with his ink?" Asked Huang Sancai.

"It's me," He Yan said with a smile, "I've always heard that general Feihong is a general with the same reputation as the governor. I admire him very much. I also hear that they were classmates, so I want to see the traces of general Feihong's past..."

"Nonsense! Ridiculous Wei Xuanzhang patted the table, his face was livid, pointing to Heyan and saying, "how can you be so So... "

He Yan estimated what he wanted to say, and reminded him thoughtfully: "morning, Qin, evening, Chu, morning, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, day, night, night, day, night, night, day, night, night, day, night, day, night, day, night, day, night, day

"You Wei Xuanzhang was very angry and turned to Xiao Jue: "Xiao Huaijin, this is the wife you chose!"

Xiao Jue took a puff from the corner of his mouth and said: "nonsense, sir, don't put it in your heart, or please read the pen and ink of he Rufei first."

"He Rufei is a student of our Xianchang school," Wei Xuanzhang brushed his sleeve and said, "it's a famous general of Wei Dynasty. How can anyone look at his pen and ink at will?"

He Yan thought that in Wei Xuanzhang's heart, she was so important. For a time, she was greatly moved and her resentment towards the old man disappeared.

"I don't ask for it as a student," Xiao Jue said quietly, "but as the commander of the right army."

Huang Sancai had a cold war. He knew that when the young master was in Xianchang hall, he didn't seem to make trouble, but he was not a clever master. Many times, it's just too lazy to do it. Now that he was talking about his official position, a Xianchang hall could not make a mistake in front of the commander of the right army for the time being. He pulled a handful of Wei Xuanzhang and squeezed out a smile: "if you want to see it, governor Xiao can do it at any time. General he's handwriting and ink are stored in his study. Please follow me."

Wei Xuanzhang was furious: "Huang Sancai..."

"Curator," Huang Sancai approached him and said in a low voice, "that's governor Xiao. Besides, most of the students we recruit in spring every year come after the names of both governor Xiao and general he. He offended governor Xiao. In the future, governor Xiao sent out a message. Everyone else went to the Imperial College. What good talents can we recruit in Xianchang hall? "

Wei Xuanzhang stopped talking. He only taught and educated people, but he didn't understand politics and business. Huang Sancai, who was a slippery head, was responsible for the routine affairs. At the moment, listening to Huang Sancai's words, I knew he was right. He couldn't hang on the bottom. He snorted and left.

"Mr. Wei is a bit old-fashioned, in fact, there is no malice," Huang Sancai did not forget to win over Heyan, "he miss must not be on the heart."

"I know." I will not smile on the heart"That's good."

Huang Sancai took them into the library of Xianchang library, and withdrew first. There are three storeys in the library, the top one of which keeps the ink left by the students in the past. In the past few years, the most famous people in Xianchang Museum, namely Heyan and Xiao Jue, are sealed on the same shelf with the scrolls, calligraphy and paintings left by them. The upper row is Xiao Jue's, and the lower row is Heyan's.

He Yan took out a pile of examination papers and took out a piece of paper. It was just arithmetic. He clearly drew a "C" on it. It's full of mistakes.

He Yan saw the first time, subconsciously hid the test paper behind her. Xiao Jue glanced at her and hissed: "it's not that I haven't seen it before. What's hidden?"

He Yan's mouth a curl, thought for a while, way: "I feel unfair."

Xiao Jue pulled out a book and flipped through it at will: "what's unfair."

"You think," He Yan seriously replied, "when you knew me, I was at the bottom of my life. I can't do anything and I'm not good at anything. What you see is what I look like the worst. When I'm on the battlefield, I'll do everything. When I'm the best, you don't see it. "

"But when I saw you, you were always so good," He Yan said. "Don't you think it's unfair?"

Xiao Jue was laughing and was about to speak. Suddenly, she looked downstairs and her expression changed slightly: "someone came in."

"Isn't it?" He Yan said in a low voice: "Mr. Huang didn't let us look for books by ourselves. How could we let other students in? Those students saw us, wouldn't they want to be more lively?"

However, she soon realized that this was not the case, because the footsteps on the stairs were obviously Kung Fu. Xiao Jue and he Yan look at each other, and they flash to another row of bookshelves. Here, the distance between bookshelves and bookshelves is very narrow, only one person can pass through. When two people hide in the corner, they have to face each other and get close to each other.

Yan He looked up and almost couldn't hear her heart beating.

However, the tension was only a moment before her eyes froze. The people who sneaked up from the pavilion rushed to the row of bookshelves where they stood just now. Then, they took out the flint and ignited the bookshelves of Heyan.

The fire "Teng" ignited, and Heyan and Xiao Jue flew out.

"Stop it!"

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