Chapter 12 A strange misunderstanding.

Because he came from the south and someone was staring at him, Su Mingjue was still serious about studying at Luming Academy.

I look forward to getting good grades in the exam so that I can discuss with Su Shiqian and return to Jinling City to go to school.

Life in the capital was quite pleasant, but under the emperor's feet, there were many overt and covert struggles. Although Su Mingjue had not stepped into the vortex of this power struggle, she had a vague feeling that it was not simple here.

He is an idle man, and naturally he just wants to live a happy and carefree life.

Jinling City is far away in the horizon. His grandmother loves him above him and his mother cares about him below. He can be the king of the mountain there. Naturally, he feels that Jinling City is thousands of times better than the capital city.

However, even if Su Mingjue was serious enough and had considerable experience in law, etiquette, and arithmetic, he could not stand up to Master Zhang's sigh of regret.

Like at this moment, he was holding the strategy for water control written by Su Mingjue. The arguments on it were written in detail, and it was really a good article, but the words on the white scroll...

If he hadn't read the first few lines, he would feel that His point of view is well written, and he will never continue to read it.

This character is really ugly, like an earthworm in the spring and a snake in the autumn. The characters are written in a staggered way. He carefully recognized it for a long time before he finally recognized a character. Not to mention the basic structure, even a three-year-old child who has just started to enlighten is better than this. Good.

It's unbelievable to have such a good talent, but write ugly handwriting!

Su Mingjue was called to Wenyuan Pavilion by Master Zhang as soon as the class was over. He picked up the strategy he wrote yesterday, shook his head and sighed, frowned and pulled Face.

There was a thought in his heart. Could it be that his policy writing was too poor?

He had no idea how to write such a serious policy.

Fortunately, he had studied Jia Yi's "On the Passage of the Qin Dynasty" when he was studying. According to the format, Su Mingjue combined the water control methods he learned every day and the hydrological conditions he saw in Jinling City to write this article.

Looking at Master Zhang's expression, it seemed that his writing was too bad.

Su Mingjue sighed again: It was really not easy to mess around in ancient times!

If in modern times, he wrote like this, not to say it was particularly bad, at least it would be okay to pass, after all, it was hard to do anything. Minato is also the best!

Su Mingjue took a deep breath, her brain was working rapidly, thinking about what she wanted to say to make this point for herself.

After thinking for a while, he decided that it would be better to lower his attitude. Master Zhang always likes people with upright attitudes. He thought deeply and said, "Master Zhang, I know that my policy writing is not good enough..." ."

Before he could finish his words, Master Zhang interrupted, "I didn't say that your policy was not well written. On the contrary, the viewpoint of your policy was very new and it allowed me to see things that I had never seen before. "

Ah" Su Mingjue was confused now. He looked at Master Zhang with a puzzled look on his face.

While licking the ink, Master Zhang opened the rice paper and began to copy the strategy written by Su Mingjue, "You have some talent and learning, but the words you wrote are like chickens pecking at rice all over the ground, slithering here and there."

When it came to words, Su Mingjue resigned and shut up.

He is a modern person. If he didn't have hobbies and training since childhood, who would learn calligraphy and

write calligraphy with the hand holding a ballpoint pen? Of course it would be terrible.

Master Zhang seemed to be feeling particularly uncomfortable. It had been a long time since he had figured out why a student with such an excellent point of view could write worse than ordinary children.

After a long while, he tried to ask: "I heard from the supervisor that you came from a private school in the south."

Su Mingjue nodded without knowing what he meant.

Master Zhang hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "You are the son of a wealthy businessman."

Su Mingjue thought of the identity Su Shiqian assigned him and nodded again.

Master Zhang's face suddenly brightened up, "That makes sense. The teacher your father hired must not be good enough, and he didn't grasp the key points when he taught you how to write. But it doesn't matter. I will teach you a lesson patiently. You should be able to get better in time."

Su Mingjue: "..."

What does it mean to make sense? Master

Zhang is also a strange person. Before he says anything, he has a clear set of logic for himself. I found the reason by writing calligraphy.

However, Su Mingjue thought of the two sentences he just asked and found the reason.

In ancient times, agriculture has always been valued over business. Affected by this concept, most teachers did not like to work as teachers in wealthy families of gentry, as they felt it was an insult to their dignity.

The remaining ones who can work as teachers in wealthy families are not very popular.

If someone who is not very popular teaches people how to write, wouldn’t the final result be that they can’t write any good words?

It was a strange misunderstanding, but Su Mingjue didn’t correct it. According to what Master Zhang said, it seemed that he The word Chou is somewhat "justified".

In this way, Su Mingjue silently took over the entire misunderstanding.

However, before Su Mingjue could figure out what the meaning of the last sentence of Master Zhang was about being patient

, Master Zhang said the next sentence: "Go to Wensi Pavilion to find the "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming", and copy it and write a hundred words there. Leave it to me after the calligraphy."

Su Mingjue thought of everything, but he didn't expect that in the end he would mention the task of practicing calligraphy in Wensi Pavilion. He reluctantly accepted the assignment sent by Master Zhang.

Luming Academy is no better than Yundong Academy. The rules here are strict and the teacher-student concept is stronger. Su Mingjue cannot deal with it casually like he did at Yundong Academy.

At this moment, he accepted the order and walked to Wensi Pavilion obediently.

In the quiet room, sunlight filtered in through the tiled wooden windows and fell on the long yellow table, forming streaks of white light.

Su Mingjue found an empty table, took a pen and paper and put them aside.

Then he walked into the shelves filled with books and looked for the famous calligraphy "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" mentioned by Master Zhang.

There are many books in Wensi Pavilion, but the classification is also more detailed. Su Mingjue quickly found the "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" based on the wooden sign hanging on the shelf.

When he took the copybook and returned to the place where he had just placed the pen and paper, he found that a person suddenly appeared opposite him.

He lowered his head and couldn't see clearly, but he unfolded a piece of paper aside, licking the ink with his hand, and prepared to write.

This point appears in Wensi Pavilion and is also writing.

Su Mingjue didn't even think about it, and a smile of a fellow student appeared on his face, "This classmate, are you also punished to write?"

Meng Helan was still angry, and the other party turned a deaf ear to his words. He dipped his ink and waved in the white Between the papers, in a short while, cool and powerful words were swayed out on the white paper. Because of the anger in his heart, he wrote very hastily, and many of the words were very sloppy. Although they looked beautiful, they could not be read clearly. What words are written on it? From a distance, it looks like a tangled mass of grass.

Su Mingjue stood opposite, looked at what he had written, and smiled meaningfully, "Classmate, you wrote it in such a hurry, and you will have to rewrite it when you submit it. You cannot rush this kind of thing."

Meng Helan said in her heart After venting my anger through writing, I became quite calm.

He unfolded the strategy given to him by Dean Li and prepared to re-write it carefully.

Before I started writing, when I raised my head to pick up my pen, I saw a pair of beautiful glazed eyes on the opposite side biting the end of the pen and flipping through the copybook in their hands.

Su Mingjue saw that after he said a few words, the other party ignored him, so he was bored and opened the copybook to start copying.

But as soon as he opened the book, his eyes were a little distracted. Master Zhang asked him to write a hundred characters, which was too difficult!

Although the characters were correct, if he really had to write a hundred words seriously, he felt My hands are almost useless.

For a moment, he chewed the brush and wondered what the frame of the font would look like. According to Master Zhang, it was probably not enough to just write a hundred words, but also to copy the essence and write it decently.