Chapter Thirty-Eight Begins

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  A mouthful of fresh blood was stuck in his throat, his face turned bright red, and his eyes flashed with a terrified light.

  After a merchant's family declined, an unknown and fake talented person, a lowly person who only knows how to perform clever tricks, how could he be worthy of receiving visiting cards from these big shots! He has been studying diligently in his humble abode for ten years, thinking that his learning is somewhat accomplished, so why hasn't anyone come to ask about him?

  He was furious, his whole body trembling with rage, his eyes fixed intently on the one by one invitation cards handed over from Yiyun to Weizao, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to snatch all those gilt-edged invitations!

  Her face, which had been calm and collected, gradually revealed a look of tension. She carefully opened one by one and handed them to Wei Qiao, from start to finish, without explaining or asking a single sentence. Her face was already unable to remain calm and composed, her small mouth slightly open, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

  Weizao looked at the names, one by one, and the gold-embossed visiting cards. His eyes were puzzled, as only the names and titles were written on them, without any official positions. Weizao didn't recognize these people and didn't know why Master Yikong wanted to give him these. He smiled at Yiyun and nodded, then handed the visiting cards to Xiangqian behind him and said with a smile: "It's all right, I'll take my leave."

  Yi Yun had somewhat adapted to Wei Zhao's way of speaking and doing things, so she slightly paused before smiling and lightly bowing her head, saying: "Young Master, slow down."

  Feng Youli's whole body trembled, his lips quivered, and he stared fixedly at the golden invitation cards that had been carelessly stuffed into the small waist of the maid, which he considered to be priceless treasures. His eyes were wide with anger, and he gritted his teeth in hatred, as if he wanted to swallow Wei Zhao alive.

  Fu Chong smiled at Yi Yun's hesitant smile, picked up Xiangqiang and handed over the remaining miscellaneous things to Wei Zhao, then followed behind Wei Zhao, walking outwards.

  Xianglian furrowed her small brow, with a look of discontent, hugging various name tags, following behind Wei Zhao, whispering: "Rascal, rascal, Young Master Rascal..."

  Wei Zhao looked at Feng Youli's cannibalistic expression, slightly furrowed his brow, and immediately smiled friendly, then passed by.

  The little girl was muttering to herself all the way, hugging a stack of messy name tags, stretching out her small hand to tidy them up slowly. Her expression looked very dissatisfied. If she knew who was in her arms, the little girl didn't know if she would be scared to tears.

  Her face was twisted with rage, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. Her whole body trembled, wanting to open her mouth to say something, but for a long time she couldn't utter a single word.

  Fu Yan walked up to him, looking at his still resentful and unwilling expression, as if he wanted to swallow Wei Zhao whole, and felt a surge of anger: My teacher has already given in to you, why are you still being so stubborn and unyielding!

  Fu Rong's face darkened as he gazed at Wei Zhao's back, his eyes narrowing before he suddenly leaned in close and whispered, "That poem 'Ge Ge Ge' was written by our teacher when he was seven years old."

  Feng Youli's body stiffened, his neck slowly turned around, his eyes widened, and he stared straight at Fu Yang with a gaze that was both fierce and bloodshot.

  Fu Jiong was startled by his stiff and iron-green terrifying face, and hastily shrunk his neck, fleeing towards Wei Zhao.

  Before the three of them reached the door, a "wow" came from inside, followed by a heart-piercing scream and the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

  Wei Zhao turned his head and glanced at Fu Yang, who looked flustered and embarrassed, forcing a smile at Wei Zhao while secretly giving Xiang Qiang a signal.

  Xiangliang was in a huff, where would he care about this junior, and with a coquettish hum, she wrapped up the invitation in her arms, muttering: "Rascal, rascal, young master rascal..."

  Wei Zhao smiled at Fu Yang without criticizing or approving. He then looked at Xiaoyu with a mixture of laughter and tears, feeling that he, as a young master, was really too much of a failure, being chased by a little maid every day to pay his debts.

  Fu Jiong felt relieved when Wei Xiao let him off. On the first day of his apprenticeship, he had already witnessed so many grand scenes; if he were to be driven out again, he would have died from frustration. The master who was defeated by Jinling's genius without any effort and lay on the ground spitting blood could not be found in the entire Da Qi.

  "Cherish it, cherish it!" Fu Yang's heart kept muttering.

  Wei Zhao ignored the little girl and continued walking forward.

  Although Xianglian was humble and obedient, she secretly glanced at Young Master's reaction with her peripheral vision. Seeing Wei Zhao ignoring her, her big eyes rolled around, and she immediately walked to Wei Zhao's side, pouting her small mouth and saying in a low voice: "Young Master, I want to be rewarded..." If being roundabout doesn't work, then directly get to the point - this was the method taught by Wei Zhao.

  Wei Zhao smiled and glared at her with a glance, saying: "Be careful being laughed at by Fu Yang."

  Xiang Liang glanced at Fu Yang with a serious expression, imitating Wei Zhao's walking posture, which was a bit comical. She puckered up her small mouth.

  Fu Yan was looked at by Xiang Qiang, especially the movement of his flat mouth, which made Fu Yan feel extremely depressed. He could only smile awkwardly, put down his pride, and walk his own way honestly.

  Xiangxiang was just about to continue being coquettish when her big eyes suddenly lit up, and she hastily grabbed Fu Ye, pulling and tugging him to one side. She stuck out her little head, sneaking a peek at Wei Zhuo with a mischievous expression.

  Wei Zhao stood there, smiling faintly as he guessed what little trick Xiao Yu was thinking of again.

  Fu Jia was also suspicious in his heart, but after listening to Xiangqiang say a few words, he hastily lowered his head, and the two heads got together, whispering softly.

  This made Wei Zuo even more interesting and his smile increased by a few points.

  After a long time, the little girl ran back with an empty hand, pulling out a big bright smile and said to Wei Xiao: "Young master, I don't want any reward."

  Wei Zhao walked alongside her with a hint of a smile, glancing at Fu Yang who was holding all their belongings and looking innocent, saying: "Speak up, what's another one of your bright ideas?"

  The little girl's big smile remained unchanged, her large eyes narrowed into a line, and she coquettishly said: "Young master, I don't want any rewards, can you just let me make one mistake?"

  She raised an eyebrow and asked with interest: "What did you do wrong?"

  The little girl's big eyes sparkled with cunning as she pulled on Wei Xiao's sleeve, saying in a sticky voice: "You have to promise me first..."

  Wei Zhao looked at Fu Yang, who was looking around, and then at Xiang Qiang, whose face was scrunched up like a flower. He blinked his eyes and smiled, nodding: "Good."

  As soon as Wei Zuo's voice fell, Fu Yang hastily said with a sincere expression, "Right, teacher, the couplet that was just presented to you with great courtesy, do you know the second half of it?"

  Wei Zhuo gazed at these two little guys with a playful glint in his eyes, secretly astonished. The little girl had even learned to shift her gaze and change the subject.

  The little girl's brain was spinning around, Fu Yan had a sincere and eager-to-learn expression.

  Wei Zhao smiled slightly in his heart, glanced at Fu Yan, and said with a smile: "It's not difficult. Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and bloom, summer and autumn, hot and cool, after a severe winter comes spring."

  Fu Yan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up with shining eyes and said: "Teacher is indeed exceptionally talented."

  Wei Zhuo smiled calmly and walked forward. As for what the two of them had been whispering about for half a day, he was somewhat curious but not in a hurry.

  Two little guys exchanged a sly glance behind Wei Zuo's back and smiled cunningly before letting out a soft sigh of relief.

  Discussing Buddha, naturally starts with discussing 'Buddha', often it is the turn of high monks from various places to lecture on Buddha, then it is their turn to debate and expound the profound meaning of Buddhist scriptures, this cannot be finished in two or three periods. Afterwards, it is the turn of monks from various temples to exchange and recite Buddhist scriptures.

  One morning, basically completely occupied by 'Buddha'. After the end of 'debate on Buddha', it is the officials from the Ministry of Rites or Hanlin Academy who take the stage, and today's main event truly begins.