Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 82: A Day in the Autumn Palace Pavilion

Yuan Yourong carried a large package on her back, with naturally slightly upturned lips, giving her a playful look. However, her eyes seemed to be filled with an inexplicable sense of relaxation.

Murong Yunxi also carried a large package on her back. Her petite figure was overshadowed by the size of the package, and her face was filled with nervousness and unease.

Su Zefeng, on the other hand, had nothing in his hands. He had a sword with a blue sapphire embedded in its hilt tied around his waist, and his hair was slightly disheveled.

The three of them were dressed in identical, brand new purple round-collared scholar robes. They stood by the side of a small mountain path not far away, as if they had just arrived. Murong Yunxi and Su Zefeng, who had lower cultivation realms, were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

The three of them looked towards the gate and immediately saw Xin Zhuo, causing them all to be taken aback.

Although Murong Yunxi was in an unfamiliar environment and felt somewhat restrained, she still muttered, "The big pig's trotters are here too."

Yuan Yourong forced a smile and cupped her fists in a salute. "Xin Dajiang."

With just four simple words, there was an element of politeness, but also some other strange emotions mixed in.

During the days when they were chasing after Xin Zhuo, not only was she not his match, but she was also played with by him several times and captured as a prisoner. However, Xin Zhuo's righteous and fearless demeanor when he charged straight into the enemy's main camp under the eyes of thousands of troops made it impossible for people not to admire him.

Now, facing Xin Zhuo, it was difficult to describe what kind of emotions she was feeling.

Xin Zhuo nodded slightly. "Has the battle outside the city ended?"

Yuan Yourong's smile became somewhat stiff. After you put on a show of righteousness, you ran away. The people in the city don't know how to evaluate you now. What's the point of asking these questions? She replied, "Not yet. We received a letter from the Autumn Palace Pavilion and left the city under the protection of guards during the night."

"Oh." Xin Zhuo looked towards the academy and ignored the topic. In fact, he was also feeling quite uneasy at the moment. He didn't know if the old man at home was reliable, and he didn't know how the academy would arrange things for him.

However, when Su Zefeng saw Xin Zhuo, her chest started to rise and fall irregularly. An inexplicable anger filled her chest, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "You dare to come? You, a mountain bandit, how dare you? Do you remember what I said? I said I would make you suffer!"

"Who are you?" Xin Zhuo carefully examined Su Zefeng, feeling a vague sense of familiarity, but couldn't recall who she was.

Su Zefeng felt humiliated and angrily said, "You don't recognize me? I'm Su Miaojin, the older sister who was captured by you, the dog thief, and taken to the bandit stronghold for several days. I can see that she's still upset about the days in the stronghold. Do you think this matter is over? It's not over yet!"

In Xin Zhuo's mind, the image of that gentle but principled girl appeared, and he chuckled, "Is your sister doing well?"

"Shut up! You're not qualified to mention her!" Su Zefeng took a step forward, ready to fight. "I will definitely teach you a lesson. Remember, as long as you're in the academy, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

Boring! A half-grown child, impulsive and easily angered.

Xin Zhuo took a step towards the gate, took out a letter, and handed it to the two gatekeepers.

The two gatekeepers exchanged a strange look and quickly returned the letter, bowing respectfully. "Please enter!"

After entering the gate, their eyes were greeted by a row of ancient ginkgo trees. The yellow leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, resembling copper coins.

Further inside were stone tablets, recording teachings about education, moral integrity, and respect for teachers.

Deep within the ginkgo trees were buildings with flying eaves and arches, designed for teaching.

A strong literary atmosphere filled the air.

As a mountain bandit, Xin Zhuo felt somewhat out of place here.

He felt that he should find someone to ask. He swept his gaze around and saw two people sitting under a few weeping willow trees not far away.

One was a middle-aged man who was fat like a winter melon but had a small head. The other was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, with long hair tied up in a bun and an elegant and ethereal aura that exuded a mature woman's charm.

Both of them were casually dressed and had purple clay tea cups placed on stone platforms beside them. They didn't look like students.

"I have seen... both of you." Xin Zhuo didn't know how to address them for a moment and approached them, cupping his fists in a salute.

"No need for formalities!" The short winter melon-like man put down his tea cup and said casually, "What do you want to ask?"

Xin Zhuo took out a copybook and pondered for a moment before saying, "My name is Xin Zhuo. A few days ago, I received a copybook from the Autumn Palace Pavilion. It was said that I was to become a student. However, just now, an old man came to my house and said that he had other arrangements for me. I don't know..."

"So it's Mr. Xin who has arrived."

A faint, imperceptible smirk appeared at the corner of Aiwintermelon's mouth.

Mr. Xin?

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. Although it sounded strange, the old man's words were effective. The lamb chops and meat soup were not in vain. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "So, what should I do?"

The silent woman finally spoke, her voice cold and indifferent. "You are the teacher, teaching students poetry, books, principles of life, and martial arts. Why do you need to ask others?"

This is a bit difficult. Shouldn't there be someone to guide me during the internship?

Xin Zhuo said, "As a newcomer, there are too many things to sort out. I wonder if there are any teaching plans or courses?"

The woman glanced at him and chuckled lightly. "None at all! The Autumn Palace Pavilion is different from other places. From the three-year students in the Book Academy to the new students, there are twenty people in one class. The teacher must teach according to their abilities.

And the students in the Autumn Palace Pavilion are divided into two subjects: Mingxin and Mingxing. Mingxin focuses on personal desires, being willful and competitive in everything, aiming to become military officials for the court. Mingxing focuses on character and etiquette, demonstrating proper behavior and conforming to the rituals and teachings, aiming to become civil officials for the court."

"Oh..."

Xin Zhuo didn't understand. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "So what?"

The woman said, "So, I don't know what Mr. Xin is capable of. The Book Academy has selected three of the most outstanding three-year students and seventeen Mingxin, Mingxing, or new students to form the Yikui House of twenty people.

These students are all entrusted to you. You can teach them as you wish, according to your abilities. However, there will be a test every three months. If you fail, both the teacher and the students will be expelled from the Book Academy, and the students will lose their qualifications!"

If the exam is not passed, the student's status and qualifications will be revoked?

Damn! It's so strict!

Xin Zhuo asked, "What if... the students don't listen?"

Aiwintermelon said, "The Autumn Palace Pavilion has strict rules. If they don't listen, they will be expelled."

"Understood!"

"Go! The seventh room on the west side is the Yikui House."

"Thank you!"

Watching Xin Zhuo disappear into the forest of the Book Academy, Master Li frowned and said, "We've been waiting for so long, but it seems like we've lost!"

"Master is still one step ahead!" Qin Yuliu poured a cup of tea and smiled.

Master Li sighed, "The Master is still the same as before, willful and impulsive. I'm afraid... Xin Zhuo will ruin those talented students!"

"The Master has his own plans, but there are still some... sigh!"

...

Yikui House.

A large courtyard with three classrooms, the teacher's residence on the left, the teaching hall in the middle, and the storage room on the right.

Behind it are the martial arts field and the living quarters for the students.

At this moment, twenty students were standing in the courtyard, half of them wearing purple robes with round collars, and the other half wearing white robes with golden bags. They all had solemn and cold expressions.

"Sister Yuan, we are studying together. Grandfather told me that I would be studying with a teacher named Master Li." Murong Yunxi stood close to Yuan Yourong and cautiously glanced at the senior brothers and sisters around them. They all looked so serious and intimidating.

Yuan Yourong whispered, "Don't talk. The Book Academy has many rules. The classrooms have been rearranged, and we are now following the new teacher. The geniuses from the other academies are all here. The new teacher must be very formidable."

"Oh..." Murong Yunxi looked around and saw Su Zefeng approaching a white-robed student with fear and respect. Curiously, she asked, "What is Lord Su doing?"

Yuan Yourong chuckled softly, "He's asking his Dage to help him deal with Xin Zhuo."

The plot of the Autumn Palace Pavilion may deviate from the main storyline, but bandits are still bandits. Everything is for the sake of breaking through the realm.

(End of this chapter)