Yue Qianqiu always felt that if Yan Xu didn't speak, the style of a young master in the turbid world, or a famous scholar, could still be retained. But once he spoke, the nature of rebellion would be fully exposed. However, now he found that he underestimated Yan Xu.

Because when he said this, Yan Xu looked sparse and looked down naturally. He didn't look down at all like Old Master Yue's expression when he was confronted by others, nor did he have to rack his brains to pretend to be more like a child.

But such a person who looked outstanding in style said such a sarcastic word. The official who was originally muttering behind his back could not help it. After all, he was a censor, so he stood up suddenly. Before he could question him sternly, he saw Yan Xu turning around and holding the back of his head towards him, and then slowly walked to the front of Old Master Yue.

"Master Yue." Yan Xu changed his name this time. After raising his hand to salute, he looked at Yue Qianqiu with a smile.

Old Master Yue ignored the guy who was hurt by slandering others and smiled and waved, "Come on, Qianqiu, it's time to become a disciple. It's time to start a banquet after you finish your disciple, otherwise everyone will go hungry!"

Seeing that the servants of Yue Mansion had prepared the six rituals and handed them to Yue Qianqiu personally, the real price was only celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, longans, and bacon, which completely followed the ancient etiquette. Several censors were planning to wait for Yue Mansion to do extravagance, so they started spraying immediately. At this moment, they were suddenly a little difficult to get rid of.

Pei Xu, the chief censor, came to find fault, just because he was really confused. He was said to be ill before, but why did he suddenly recover from illness? Then he was trying to get a disciple for the adopted grandson. But now he saw that the old man was so energetic that he could fight a tiger and believed him. He pondered for a moment, and then whispered to the censor behind him.

So, the censor who just couldn't find the entry point immediately asked: "Today there are many guests. Since Mr. Yue looks down on the famous Jinling scholars like Qiu Chuan, should we also tell everyone, who is the sacred Mr. Yan?"

Yue Qianqiu looked at Yan Xu's gloomy face and knew that although it was very interesting to clean up, Yan Lang was reluctant to attend such a disciple-apprentice banquet at the beginning. Then, this person must have hated such occasions to be watched in his bones, and his patience must have reached its limit at this moment.

So, he rushed to speak without thinking, "Sir, is sir, what does it have to do with the gods in heaven? Could it be that all the adults who became disciples when they were young, and they all had to find the teacher who came to the earth from the sky Wenquxing?"

"Haha, Wenquxing... How many Wenquxing in the world are there!" Yan Xu's laughter was very low, and he couldn't help laughing loudly at this time.

On that day, Yue Qianqiu was ordered by Mr. Yue and ran to Tongtai Temple. There was also Yue Xiuyi. He thought of turning them into Xuandao Hall, which had been removed from the list of martial arts records, but now he was abducted by Mr. Yue to his home. If he could not become Kou Mingtang, he could only be Yan Xu, so he had to pick and choose.

Now, the more he looks at it, the more he is more accustomed to his appetite. He is much better than him and the sophomore back then!

"Good boy, that's right!" After laughing, Yan Xu slapped Yue Qianqiu on the shoulder, and then stood up proudly, "Why, can you even need all the elders to take the exam together as a teacher now? But Qiu Chuan, a person like Qiu Chuan, has been cheating in Jinling City for so long, but no one has seen him sift out!"

Qiu Chuan wanted to gain reputation from Yue's family, not only did he lose his teeth, but now he seems to be in trouble...

This is the voice of everyone present, and even Wu Renyuan, who looked like black charcoal, had the same idea. But Qiu Chuan entrusted his fellow villagers to come to him to fight. When the censor was a little embarrassed, he sneered: "You little childish teacher certainly doesn't need so many people to evaluate, but since you, the teacher, looked down on Qiu Chuan so much, I don't know what kind of virtue can you do?"

Speaking of this, he slapped the teacup that had just been arranged in front of him again, but before he could speak, he heard Yue Qianqiu mutter, "The hand strength is so strong that he has broken a cup. I don't know if he is a big official, can you not care about things?"

Rather than saying that this is a low voice, it is better to say that everyone in the hall has heard it.

Wu Renyuan was so angry that his lips trembled, and blue veins burst out on his forehead. It was really unbreakable to realize the true meaning of a sage for the first time.

No wonder it is difficult to raise only women and villains! This little person is really difficult to deal with!

After being interrupted by Yue Qianqiu, the evil fire in Yan Xu's heart suddenly disappeared a lot. He waved his folding fan with a snap and said with a gaze: "Who is Qiu Chuan? Have you ever written a book? Have you ever been kind to the side? Have you ever managed a place? Have you ever resisted foreign enemies? Since there is nothing, teaching and educating people is the responsibility. He has chosen his disciples with his reputation and spoiled him!"

"I, Yan Xu, put a word here. When will he be able to be as good as Confucius, besides the same teachings as the sage. I'm not too late to ask Shangshu Wu to discuss the reason! What kind of virtue can I do? Humph, I'm better than him in any way!"

"Shadowless!"

Seeing that Wu Renyuan was so angry this time, he rushed over with a push of the table. Yue Qianqiu thought that if Yan Xu really wanted to fight with the second-rank official of the court in the Wufu Hall today, something really happened.

For a moment, he did not hesitate and stretched out his hands to block Yan Xu. His posture was really a heroic attitude.

Shangshu Wu had just suffered losses from Yue Qianqiu again and again, but this time he didn't dare to attack him, the child. He could only point at Yan Xu's nose and curse: "Where are you a rural villager from Yue Laoer? How dare you slander others so much?"

At this moment, a sharp shout came from outside the door: "Who do you think is the rural villager!"

Yue Qianqiu was almost shocked by the octave of sound and wanted to cover his ears, but at this time he suddenly realized that the Wufu Hall, which was just lively as if it was like a vegetable market, was silent in an instant. He subconsciously looked up at Yan Xu, and saw that Mr. Yan, who had just been majestic, was suddenly panicked!

As his eyes gradually moved out of the door, he saw a fair hand pulling open the curtain. The one who rushed in was a woman in high dress. At first glance, she looked quite confused. She could say thirty or forty or fifty, but she was decorated with graceful decor, with cloudy hairpins, long gold skirts, and high phoenix eyebrows on her face, clearly angry.

Although he couldn't tell the other person's identity at first glance, he knew from Yan Xu's disappointed expression that it was probably Mrs. Yan's arrival!

But the next moment, he heard the voice of Mr. Yue from behind: "Princess Dongyang is here, my humble room is so glorious!"

Under Yue Qianqiu's dumbfounded gaze, the woman who was called the eldest princess of Dongyang ignored the humble words of Mr. Yue. Instead, she rushed to Wu Renyuan and asked, "You just called my son a rural villager?"

Yue Qianqiu couldn't bear to look at the expression of the unpopular Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice.

My son is a second-year disease, and my mother is a tigress. Shangshu Wu, please be blessed!
Chapter completed!