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Глава 15

"Ye Shengfeng, it's clearly your fault, why did you hit me!" Meng Tianfang said aggrievedly. Ye Yan glared fiercely at Meng Tianfang. At the same time, the teacher had already stepped into the threshold.

"My name is Qingxing, and I'm in charge of your poetry." That Teacher Qingxing was the man in the blue robe, the servant who stopped them in front of the academy. He was also the head of the six teachers of the Six Arts, equivalent to the current dean of students, but his refined appearance always carried a smile.

After Teacher Qingxing finished her lesson, Lantian Xixiang suddenly rushed in and grabbed Yu Zhou. Yu Zhou was almost suffocating before Lantian Xixiang finally let go.

She looked at Yu Zhou with pity and said, "My dear husband! You're so pitiful. It's okay to be a bottom, but you have to be a successful one. Only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can you become the ultimate bottom." Yu Zhou felt that Lan Tian Xi Xiang had the spirit of a modern yaoi fangirl. He tentatively asked, "What's your name?" Lan Tian Xi Xiang looked at Yu Zhou, confused, but then suddenly remembered something and hugged him, saying, "I know, I know everything, my dear husband! You must have been taken countless times yesterday. It's okay, that's how it is when you're a bottom." Lan Tian Xi Xiang comforted him.

I never imagined that ancient gossip was so powerful; they found out so quickly. After Yu Zhou was left dizzy and disoriented, he said to Lan Tian Xi Xiang, "I just hurt my butt; why are you bringing up the submissive role with me?"

"Gah, weren't you attacked?" Lan Tian thought to himself, looking at Yu Zhou with a confused expression. Yu Zhou glared at Hua Qianmo with a murderous look, and Hua Qianmo immediately lowered her head, pretending to read her book.

Lan Tianxixiang noticed the atmosphere was a bit off and said with a grin, "Haha, it's nothing. Kid, I'll be going now."

"Stop, Miss Xixiang. I've already said I'm not your husband," Yu Zhou reiterated, still harboring many reservations about Lan Tian Xixiang. "You brat, I warned you last time. If you call me Miss Xixiang again, you know the consequences," Lan Tian Xixiang raised an eyebrow, feigning righteousness. A sly glint flashed across her brow.

"Miss Xixiang, if you don't want to learn the Thunder Wind Fist, then go ahead and try." Since Yu Zhou had his own leverage, he wasn't afraid of Lan Tian Xixiang causing trouble. "Hmph, you win, you brat, we'll see!" Lan Tian Xixiang angrily left the classroom, but she had already taken the long flute from Yu Zhou's waist. Normally, Yu Zhou, with his exceptionally sharp senses, would have definitely noticed, but the situation was so chaotic that he couldn't concentrate. Thus, Lan Tian Xixiang successfully stole it.

Only then did Yu Zhou realize with a start that Xiao was missing, and he quickly chased after her to check.

[script]

"Lan Tianxixiang, give me back my xiao!" Yu Zhou frowned, his voice already sounding anxious. Lan Tianxixiang held the xiao in her hand and smiled smugly.

"Alright, but you have to call me 'wife' before I hand over the flute to you." Lan Tianxixiang's lips curled into a smile. She hadn't expected him to care so much about something she had taken so casually. Although Yu Zhou was unwilling, the flute was too important, so he had no choice but to give in.

"Give me back my flute first," Yu Zhou said firmly. This Lan Tian Xixiang was half like Bing Ning, and might even be just as good at being unreasonable; she had to be careful. "You call first, you son of a bitch, I've already taken many steps back," she said, brandishing her long flute. "Wife!"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you!" Lan Tianxixiang leaned closer and shouted. "I said, wife, give me back my xiao." Her voice, which had been barely audible, grew several times louder. Lan Tianxixiang touched her ear and smiled as she returned the xiao to Yu Zhou. "Give me another kiss," Lan Tianxixiang demanded again, but Yu Zhou's face darkened. This woman was pushing her luck.

"Xiang'er, what are you doing here?" Qin Yan asked with a clear yet gentle voice, smiling. "Auntie, I came to see this little rascal. I'm fine now. Auntie, what brings you here too?" Lan Tianxixiang asked curiously.

"I'm here for the first competition between the Confucian Academy and the Martial Arts Academy," Qin Yan said to Yu Zhou. "Competition?" Lan Tian Xi Xiang asked, puzzled.

“Yes, the martial arts and the Confucian arts are decided by three matches. The first match this year is on the fifth day of this month,” Lan Tianqin explained, but her eyes remained fixed on Yu Zhou. “Auntie, can you tell me what their first match is?” Lan Tianxi asked eagerly.

“You should ask Xuanyuan about that,” Lan Tianqinyan said with a smile. “I,” “He,” they replied in unison, but with a hint of surprise.

“Don’t be surprised, this time it’s up to Xuanyuan. The topic this time is to perform a story, and the main content of the story will be left to you, Xuanyuan.” Qin Yan took out a snow-white notebook and handed it to Yu Zhou. “You mean to perform a stage play, and I’ll write the story, and this is the topic?” Yu Zhou asked in surprise.

"This is just the beginning. In the end, whoever performs the best will win, and the judges this time are all the students from the regular colleges," Qin Yan explained. "Auntie, you mean, whichever college the audience likes the most, that college will win?" Lan Tianxixiang said.

"No, there can only be one winner, and the department that the winner belongs to wins," Qin Yan said seriously. "Isn't that the same thing?" Lan Tianxixiang pouted. "No, from now on, only the winner can make any requests," Qin Yan emphasized.

"I see." Lan Tianxixiang nodded in sudden understanding. "Xuanyuan, once you've finished the script, hand it over to me! I think Qingxing has already told them about it. The rest is up to you." Qin Yan turned to Yu Zhou and said. Yu Zhou nodded.

"You brat, what kind of script are you trying to write?!" Lan Tianxixiang suddenly grabbed Yu Zhou's ear and said. "Miss Xixiang, let go of my hand. I have my own plans." Yu Zhou shook off her hand. She wanted to walk forward, but Lan Tianxixiang grabbed Yu Zhou's clothes and pulled her to the ground, saying condescendingly, "You brat, don't think I'm a pushover just because I'm not showing my power." But Yu Zhou's tailbone was already hurting a lot, and now she finally couldn't take it anymore, leaning against the wall for support.

"And you, you better remember this: I'm your wife," Xixiang said with a smile. She then swayed gracefully and disappeared from Yuzhou's sight.

"There's chili every year, but I'm definitely not eating spicy food this year," Yu Zhou muttered. She was definitely having a run of bad luck. Bing Ning was one thing, but now Lan Tian Xi Xiang had appeared. Each one was more feisty and more difficult to deal with than the last.

"Little chili pepper! Brother Yu's love life is flourishing." Yelü Longxu smiled charmingly. The more Yu Zhou looked at him, the more he resembled a woman. A very interesting idea popped into her mind: since she was the one writing the script, she had to teach these guys a lesson. Yu Zhou had always considered herself a petty person; she wasn't going to play the gentleman. She always sought revenge.

"Brother Yelü, you seem to really like women, don't you?" Yu Zhou asked, puzzled. He limped slightly, a sly glint in his eye. Yelü Longxu, however, remained expressionless. He had a feeling that Yu Zhou was about to do something detrimental to him.

Yu Zhou sat back down, but his mind was on the script.

"You idiot, what kind of script do you think he can write?" Ye Yan asked Meng Tianfang worriedly. Meng Tianfang, however, was watching two ants fighting. "How should I know? If you're worried, go ask him!" Meng Tianfang said absentmindedly.

"You idiot, wouldn't it be too presumptuous of me to ask?" Ye Yan said uneasily. He nudged Meng Tianfang next to him, but Meng Tianfang still didn't answer him. Although Meng Tianfang knew that Ye Yan was long-winded, especially when he was nervous and shy, he was particularly annoyed today, even more annoyed than him. Usually, he was the one asking Ye Yan questions, but now Ye Yan was constantly asking him questions.

"Ye Yan, have you taken the wrong medicine? Why are you being so long-winded today?" Meng Tianfang finally couldn't help but say under Ye Yan's matchmaking onslaught.

Suddenly all eyes were on Ye Yan and Meng Tianfang. Meng Tianfang thought Ye Yan was going to yell at him, but to his surprise, Ye Yan's cheeks were flushed red, like a little wife.

"Do you like that Yu Xuanyuan?" Meng Tianfang asked. He had intended to test the waters, but unexpectedly, Ye Yan's face turned even redder.

My power went out today, so I'll stop here. I also wanted to ask what kind of scripts you guys would like them to act in. I haven't decided yet, so please give me some ideas!

[Teacher Qingxing's Memories]

"You idiot, what are you saying? Get lost!" Ye Yan roared, but his face was still red. He lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Yu Zhou, however, was engrossed in his studies, the images flashing by, but he still couldn't settle down. The next class was a qin (a seven-stringed zither) lesson taught by Lan Tianqin Yan, so Yu Zhou could skip it, but he couldn't miss the other students' classes taught by the dean. Therefore, Yu Zhou went to the pavilion.

"Teacher Qingxing, what are you doing here?" Yu Zhou asked in surprise. He had thought that someone like Teacher Qingxing would be reading in his study, but instead he saw Qingxing gazing at the lake.

"Isn't this your piano lesson?" He meant, "How did you get out?" "I have special permission; I can skip the dean's class," Yu Zhou replied respectfully. Seeing Yu Zhou holding paper and pen, he smiled knowingly: "So you're brainstorming stories!"

"Hmm." Yu Zhou suddenly remembered something: "Teacher, I want to ask you a question, is that alright?" Actually, Yu Zhou really wanted to ask this question. Qing Xing nodded, a hint of desolation in the gentle breeze.

"Teacher, do you have any past with Teacher Qin Yan?" Yu Zhou didn't want to waste any more time. Yu Zhou's five senses were becoming more and more acute, and even his sixth sense was becoming more and more sensitive.

Qingxing's gaze, which had been fixed on the distance, began to blur, tinged with a hint of desolation. Her body started to stiffen. Her thin face began to turn pale.

With a light laugh, Yu Zhou said, "If you don't mind the cliché, I'll tell you." He found a suitable seat and sat down. Teacher Qingxing, her lips parted in a split, said, "You could say my relationship with Qin Yan was a coincidence." A happy smile appeared on her face. "But when I was little, my family was very poor. I was able to study at the Six Arts Academy entirely thanks to the financial support of Master Lantian. Qin Yan also disguised herself as a man to study, and we lived in Muyun, the place where you and Xingzhi lived." Suddenly, Yu Zhou felt like he was witnessing a replay of the events. "It's laughable, but back then I genuinely believed she was a man and slept in the same bed with her. I treated her as a friend. But as time went on, I actually fell in love with her. At that time, I thought I was going crazy and intentionally avoided Qin Yan." He was telling the story like the Butterfly Lovers, and Yu Zhou suddenly realized she could continue the story for him.

But Teacher Qingxing became increasingly agitated as he spoke, to the point that Yu Zhou could no longer contain himself: "But then, Qin Yan said she liked me. She's a woman, and that's when it dawned on me. But then Qin Yan's true identity was discovered, by her father, who took her home. I went to see her, but her father kicked me out. He was very agitated and asked me many questions. I didn't even have a chance to answer. Finally, he threatened me to leave Qin Yan, but I didn't give up. But when I learned that the person who killed my father was Master Lantian, I was stunned." Teacher Qingxing gave a bitter laugh, tinged with a hint of hatred. "In the end, I killed Master Lantian!" These words were shocking. Yu Zhou, who was about to fall asleep, stared at Teacher Qingxing in disbelief. This frail man had actually killed someone, but…

"Unbelievable? Qin Yan didn't kill me. But this is even more painful than death." A tear slowly rolled down her elegant face. "Teacher Qingxing, what exactly happened!" "I am her brother, I am her half-brother." Teacher Qingxing suddenly said coldly, without a trace of emotion.

"What? Didn't you say that Master Lantian was your father's killer? How did he become your father?" Although Yu Zhou found this incredibly melodramatic, he still pressed on. "My mother never married. She only said those things to make me give up on Qin Yan. And she never imagined I would kill Master Lantian..." Closing his eyes, Yu Zhou suddenly felt sorry for Teacher Qin Yan and Teacher Qing Xing. The bonds of blood and the pain of hatred intertwined. The inner struggles they faced every time they saw each other.

"Teacher, have you ever thought about getting back together with Teacher Qin Yan?" Although this idea was impossible in ancient times, Yu Zhou couldn't help but ask it as he saw Teacher Qing Xing's back. Teacher Qing Xing didn't speak, but just smiled and said, "Perhaps, we are not meant to be!" Her voice trembled as she spoke.