Beijing.

The furnishings in the quaint room are very simple.

There are a few simple bronzes, a few hanging calligraphy and paintings, and an incense burner on a table.

The four treasures of the study are placed in categories, as well as a few futons on the floor.

This is the decoration in the whole room.

"This house is very low-key. Speaking of which, it is quite old, at least more than a hundred years ago. Why aren't there any good things?"

Luo Xingchen glanced at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Not to mention the landscape paintings, even the portraits of Confucian saints hanging in the middle were all hand-painted by Mr. Yuelu Zhang Taiyue, and they seemed to have been painted recently.

Although Mr. Yuelu's calligraphy and paintings are worth a lot of money, compared with the century-old house, they are too new.

"There used to be a lot of good things. The deans of the academy in the past dynasties all collected them, and many of them were hidden in this room."

Zi Yan knelt down on the futon and looked at Luo Xingchen next to her.

"Where are the collections? Where did they go?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"In recent years, Bailudong Academy has been in a bad situation. Most of the collections were sold by the former dean..." Zi Yan said.

This sentence happened to be heard by the middle-aged man who walked through the door.

His cheeks couldn't help but feel hot, and they were red all the way to the base of his ears.

This matter... is indeed a bit embarrassing for Bailudong Academy.

"Mr. Yuelu, we meet again." Zi Yan turned her head and smiled when she saw the middle-aged man coming in.

Luo Xingchen took a look at Mr. Yuelu.

The black hair is mixed with a lot of white hair. Although she is over fifty years old, she is well-maintained and does not look senile, but exuding an air of elegance.

"Master Zi, is this Mr. Luo?"

In order to ease the embarrassment, Mr. Yuelu coughed slightly and brought the topic to Luo Xingchen.

"Yes, Mr. Yuelu, this is Mr. Luo. I'm here as agreed." Zi Yan said.

Mr. Yuelu coughed again, looked at Luo Xingchen and nodded: "He is indeed a talented person."

Luo Xingchen didn't say anything. He was a little uncomfortable with the business nonsense of Mr. Yuelu and Ziyan.

The image I had in my mind of a tall, new Confucian scholar was shattered.

"Have you decided? Mr. Luo..." Mr. Yuelu stared at Luo Xingchen and said.

Luo Xingchen didn't answer immediately, but he was keenly aware of something.

"Mr. Yuelu, are your eyes not working well?" Luo Xingchen suddenly said.

Mr. Yuelu was stunned for a moment. Luo Xingchen's words were obviously beyond his expectation.

He did not dodge, but nodded frankly and said: "Yes, in recent years, my eyesight has become increasingly difficult to use as an old man. People who are far away cannot see clearly."

This incident has troubled him for several years, but he has been disguising it well and has almost never been discovered.

"But Mr. Luo will always know? I have never told others." Mr. Yuelu asked doubtfully.

"There is something wrong with the eyes. The pupils are constricted, which is different from normal people. I can see it." Luo Xingchen said.

"I see, Mr. Luo is really extraordinary." Mr. Yuelu sighed.

"Mr. Yuelu, I have decided to become my apprentice." After Luo Xingchen finished saying this, he moved his gaze to Zi Yan aside.

Since it was Zi Yan who brought him to become a disciple, the gifts he needed to prepare for becoming a disciple were not something he had to consider.

"All rituals should be kept simple. The dignity of a teacher should be at heart, not in superficial rituals." As if he realized what Luo Xingchen was worried about, Mr. Yuelu said with a smile.

Afterwards, Luo Xingchen kowtowed at Mr. Yuelu's request, and then offered incense into the saint's incense burner. The apprenticeship ceremony was completed.

"Xingchen, this is my book as a teacher. I know you don't have time to concentrate on studying in the academy. All the books you need to study are here."

Mr. Yuelu took out all the books that he had prepared long ago.

There were not many in total, only about a dozen books. Luo Xingchen flipped through it and found that many of the books were handwritten by Mr. Yuelu himself.

This is a very rare and unique copy.

"Sir, are there any backup copies of these books?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No, they are all my daily manuscripts." Mr. Yuelu shook his head.

"Sir, such a precious manuscript will be easily lost without a copy. When I return, my disciple, I will print and preserve the book." Luo Xingchen said.

A flash of surprise flashed in Mr. Yuelu's eyes.

It's not difficult to print it, it's just that no one is willing to print it for him.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xingchen dared to...

However, as soon as he thought about it, he realized that it was nothing. You must know that Luo Xingchen had already taken a huge risk if he dared to accept him as his teacher.

This is an act of confrontation with the princes who came from Dongling Academy in the court. Most people would not dare to do it if they were not courageous.

Since he has thought about it in advance, he must have already considered taking over this cause and effect.

"Yes." Mr. Yuelu was lost for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"Disciple, I still have something to do, so I'll say goodbye now. When I'm free, I'll come back and ask the teacher for advice."

Luo Xingchen bowed his hands.

…

After leaving the academy, it was already bright, and three or two students in the academy had already gotten up to study.

However, the number of students is too small, which makes them really miserable.

"Sir, he is very poor. I see that his clothes are all worn out." Luo Xingchen sighed.

"How are you going?"

"I'm going to buy something for my husband and send someone to deliver it."

"No need, I've already sent people to handle all of this, and it's in your name." Zi Yan said.

Luo Xingchen thought about it, with Zi Yan by his side, there was no need for him to step in to deal with these small details.

However, a wise man will always make mistakes, and he does not think that Zi Yan can do everything perfectly.

"Sister Ziyan, you see, I am in quite a lot of trouble this time. In a few days, I will ask the British Duke Zhao Shang to invite Confucian students to a gathering, and I will get myself into a trap." Luo Xingchen smiled bitterly.

"Isn't this our purpose? The gathering of Confucian students is the day when you make a name for yourself. You must severely suppress those students from Dongling Academy and let them see who is the true pride of heaven." Zi Yan

The corners of his lips raised.

"They debate the scriptures, what can I do?"

Luo Xingchen knew very well that his family had shortcomings in the classics and meanings. After all, he had not studied for a long time. Many of the analysis of the classics and meanings in the Four Books and Five Classics were laborious and required a lot of time to practice and memorize.

Over the years, he had been busy organizing and training the navy. Later, he went to the grassland and led a plan on the grassland. How could he have time to review his lessons?

I have almost forgotten the relevant knowledge of scriptures and meanings.
Chapter completed!