Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Chapter 108 Private School Bullying

Just now at the door, Zhou Muqi was frightened out of her wits, but when she woke up, she realized how could a servant of the Xie family kill someone just by saying so? Then she realized that it was that damn Xie Lanzhao who had deliberately scared her!

She lost face in front of her friends, so naturally she would not be allowed to have an easy time! Now is the best time!

Zhou Muqi was overjoyed when she imagined Xie Lanzhao standing up and being unable to answer, being laughed at by everyone.

Fight with me and you'll die!

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Feng Jia, who was sitting in the last row. Master Jia didn't know that the two had a grudge, and really thought Zhou Muqi was recommending her sincerely: "Xie Jiu, please."

"I heard that Miss Xie Jiu has been in Shicheng for thirteen years and has just returned to the capital!"

"Shicheng? That poor county that ranks last in tax revenue every year? Has she ever been to school?"

"Oh, she's just a country girl, how can she write poetry?"

"That's right! If she could write poetry, I would read her name backwards! Hahaha!"

……

There were people whispering in the classroom, all of them looking like they were enjoying a good show.

Feng Jia stood up slowly and glanced out the window. The lotus in the pond was swaying in the wind. Occasionally, three or two people were paddling boats to pick lotus. She withdrew her gaze and bowed, "Mr. Jia, I am sorry to show you my ugliness."

She read slowly.

"Flowers and leaves in the world are not comparable. Flowers fall into a golden basin and leaves turn into dust.

There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.

These flowers and leaves always complement each other, their green fades and their red withers, causing me to feel sad and murderous. "

"These flowers and leaves always complement each other, their green fades and their red withers, which makes me sad and murderous..." Mr. Jia twirled his beard, walked back and forth in front of the hall, and then clapped his hands together: "Good, good, good! Good poem, good poem!"

Everyone was shocked. A friend gently bumped Xie Shubai's shoulder and whispered, "Why didn't I hear you say that your sister writes such good poems?"

Xie Shubai frowned and shook her head. She just found out about this today.

The people who were originally watching the joke all had some degree of surprise on their faces, and Zhou Muqi was even more stunned on the spot. She never expected that what she originally wanted to do to make the other party look bad in public would become her chance to shine!

Zhou Muqi didn't believe it. Looking at the lush bamboo forest beside the rockery, he said, "Xie Jiu, how about writing another poem with bamboo as the theme?"

Feng Jia smiled and said, "It's not difficult."

She looked outside and said slowly.

"Her chaste figure is not harmed by snow or frost, and her upright and graceful figure easily reveals her true heart.

The wind and rain in Weichuan make me sing on my pillow, and the phoenix comes to look for the flowers when they bloom.

I get drunk in the spring wind and sing to the moon in the autumn sky.

The shadows of the dancing steps are like sifting gold."

After a while he said again.

"Plant thorns and weave fences to protect them carefully, and cultivate the cold and green water to reflect the ripples.

Autumn comes first with the gentle breeze blowing across the earth, and noon comes before the scorching sun moves across the sky.

When the sheaths are unwrapped, a rustling sound can be heard, and when the tips are opened, the leaves begin to fall apart.

When I am free from work, I want to come here often, and I will bring my pillow and mat with me wherever I go. "

……

In front of everyone's astonished eyes, Feng Jia composed seven poems in a row, all of which were related to bamboo and had profound meanings. Mr. Jia's face showed ecstasy. He picked up the brush and wrote down every word Feng Jia said. By the time Feng Jia finished reciting, the seven poems had all been copied on paper.

Mr. Jia blew on the rice paper that had not yet dried the ink. The more he looked at it, the happier he became. He kept saying five good words.

The students who originally had joking smiles gradually stopped smiling, and some even showed admiration.

Zhou Muqi's teeth were itching with hatred, and the flesh at the corners of her mouth was trembling slightly because of anger. Xie Xiyi, who was next to her, gently pulled her so that she would not be too rude.

"Lord Jiang, a great writer in the Dali period, could compose a poem in five steps, but the ninth daughter of the Xie family did not even take five steps, but composed seven poems in one go! This, this, this... is amazing!" said a student.

"I wonder who your master is, young lady?" Another person stood up and bowed respectfully to Feng Jia.

Feng Jia never liked writing poetry, but she liked listening to her brother reciting poetry since she was a child. Her brother's talent in writing poetry was far higher than hers. These poems were also written by her brother in his spare time in his previous life. Her brother died tragically and left nothing to commemorate him. Only these poems were kept in her heart and she dared not forget them.

Feng Jia calmed down and said calmly, "Mr. Li from Hongru Hall once taught me for several months."

"After only a few months of study, he has achieved such results! He's a genius!" someone exclaimed.

Some people secretly took it to heart, planning to ask their fathers to send them to Mr. Li's tutelage to improve their knowledge!

"Miss Zhou." Feng Jia turned her head at this time, "I have heard that Miss Zhou is proficient in everything, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Good at everything?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and couldn't help but smile mockingly. Who didn't know that Zhou Muqi's grades in this Gu family private school were always at the bottom? To say that she was good at everything was simply hilarious!

Someone who had been at odds with Xie Muqi for a long time took the opportunity to stab her: "Ms. Zhou, you are so good at this, how can you be so good at this? Did you spread the news yourself?"

"I think it's probably true! He really knows how to flatter himself!"

The sounds of people trying to hold back their laughter were heard all around; even the legitimate daughter of Minister Song and the legitimate daughter of the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner, who had always been like conjoined twins with Zhou Muqi, could not help laughing.

Zhou Muqi's face turned pale, he clenched his fists, and his cheeks puffed up with anger.

Feng Jia said slowly: "Miss Zhou, since you recommended me to recite a poem, I think you want to compare with me. Unfortunately, I grew up in a remote place and have never read any poetry books. When it comes to poetry, I am the worst among the girls in our Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Feng Jia shook her head, looking troubled.

"I've heard that Lord Zhou, the Minister of Agriculture, is very talented, especially in poetry and prose. As the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, I think she is not bad at it. How about you write a poem on bamboo, just like me?"

"I..." Zhou Muqi's face was filled with embarrassment. She always slept in class and could not even recognize a few words, so how could she compose a poem!

But Xie Lanzhao brought up her father. If she refuted, wouldn't she be admitting in public that she was a fool? Or if she ignored him, wouldn't that be a complete loss of face?

Cold sweat slowly dripped from Zhou Muqi's forehead.

Feng Jia frowned: "Miss Zhou, are you hot? Why are you sweating so much?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Because of this sentence, the people around him finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud.

Feng Jia frowned even more deeply: "Could it be that Miss Zhou despises the smallness of my Prime Minister's Mansion and thinks that I, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, am not worthy of listening to Miss Zhou's poems?"

Zhou Muqi was shocked and quickly explained: "I don't think the Prime Minister's Mansion is unworthy..."

"Then why doesn't this girl do it?" Feng Jia pressed on.

"I...I..." Zhou Muqi hesitated for a long time, his face turned blue, and finally gritted his teeth, "Then I'll do it!"

Zhou Muqi walked to the window, looked here and there, his mind was a mess, and after a long pause he said, "I'll stand on the windowsill... I'll stand on the windowsill..."

Someone burst out laughing: "What have you been doing standing on the windowsill for so long? Hahaha!"

Zhou Muqi calmed herself down, not being disturbed by their thoughts, and straightened her chest.

"I stood on the windowsill and enjoyed the breeze. I saw the green bamboo shoots! They were small the day before yesterday, but today they have grown into giant onions!"

Silence.

Then there was a thunderous laugh.

"The teacher asked you to write a poem about bamboo, but you chose bamboo shoots as the subject. This doggerel poem is not only irrelevant to the subject, but also meaningless and lacks aesthetic appeal! It really makes me laugh to death!"

"Sister Zhou, why did you choose bamboo shoots as the topic? Could it be that you want to eat these spring bamboo shoots?"

"It's okay that he can't write, but he's also a foodie! Hahaha!"

Another burst of laughter.

"You! All of you shut up!" Zhou Muqi's face felt as if it was on fire, and he yelled in anger.

If it was before, it would be fine. After all, everyone knew that Zhou Muqi came to Gu's private school just to have fun, but Xie Lanzhao's seven poems were the first to be compared. Zhou Muqi lost miserably.

But there is a secret that no one knows, that is, Mr. Jia, who teaches poetry, and Mr. Li from Hongru Hall were once classmates, and are now enemies.

The enemy's disciples shined brilliantly, while his own disciples were completely unimpressive. As Feng Jia had expected, Mr. Jia was so angry that his beard was puffed up. He pointed at Zhou Muqi and cursed, "You are incorrigible! I think you are just like a bamboo shoot, with a sharp mouth, thick skin and an empty belly! Invite your father here tomorrow! Dismissed!"

Zhou Muqi pissed off Mr. Jia and left. He was also scolded by him as a bamboo shoot from a shallow mountain, with a thick skin and an empty belly! This story spread all over the capital and became a topic of conversation among the people of this noble mansion.

Mr. Zhou, the agricultural magistrate, was so angry that he started cursing and, despite his wife's attempts to stop him, he whipped Zhou Muqi severely. Zhou Muqi's buttocks were bruised and she missed several days. It was three days later when he saw her again.

"Qiqi, I think you'd better stop fighting with my ninth sister! I told you, she is really evil!" In the courtyard of Gu's private school, Xie Xiyi said while holding Zhou Muqi's hand.

Zhou Muqi pushed her away and said, "If I don't take revenge, I will live in vain!"

After saying that, he narrowed his eyes fiercely, "Yiyi, don't worry, I have already arranged everything. If Xie Lanzhao dares to come to the private school today, I will make sure she never comes back!"