The Lady in the General's Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts Chapter 91

Jiang Fu stepped forward on the bluestone slab and stepped up the steps, when the two young ladies who had just entered came out.

She brushes past them.

Both of their complexions were not very good, their eyes were red, and they looked like they were about to cry.

Jiang Fu glanced back at them, turned his head again, gently lifted his skirt, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

There were several people sitting in the hall, and Shen Rulan was sitting in the center, and beside him sat three people in uniform from top to bottom. There were men and women, probably the gentlemen of the Women's Court.

Jiang Fu stood still in the middle of the hall, followed the instructions of Xie Min and Xie's mother, and blessed himself in a proper manner.

Afterwards, simple questions and answers began.

Literate or not, what books have you read, what do you usually like to do at home, and what are your specialties, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc. Any item.

Jiang Fu had never learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting before. She only learned a little after she came to Xie's house, and she learned to read. She only knew the names of some dishes before, but after coming to Xie's house, she was taught to read a lot of books. I can recognize many words.

She stood there and told the truth.

Several gentlemen exchanged glances, lowered their eyes and whispered, as if they were trying to give her some exam questions.

Shen Rulan, who was sitting in the middle without asking any questions, suddenly raised her eyes, looked at Jiang Fu, and asked gently, "I heard you can tell fortune tellers?"

Jiang Fu still lowered his eyes, with a well-behaved rigid look, and said, "I will be a little bit."

Shen Rulan stared at her as if she was staring at some prey, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, and said, "You know, there is a metaphysics school in the women's college."

Jiang Fu knew about this, Xie Min said.

So, she nodded lightly, the pale scarlet collar reflected that fair little face, although she was rigid, she was extremely well-behaved: "Ministers know."

The gentlemen next to Shen Rulan paused, hesitated to speak.

Shen Rulan ignored their gazes, looked at Jiang Fu and continued, "Are you interested in studying metaphysics in a women's college?"

Before Jiang Fu could speak, he quickly said, "I have learned it, but I have a chance to become the Qin Tianjian."

Jiang Fu had no interest in Qin Tianjian.

Just as she was thinking seriously, Shen Rulan continued:

"In the past, the metaphysics in the women's college was really not taken seriously, but it's different now. The emperor attaches great importance to metaphysics, otherwise he would not have sent me here. I will officially take over the metaphysics and carry forward the metaphysics!" Shen Rulan condescended, looking at Jiang Fu said, "Miss Jiang, you can enter the Xuan Academy willingly and become the official's first disciple."

Jiang Fu frowned suddenly.

He wants to take over the Xuan Academy?

Forget it then.

She didn't really want to see this guy very often.

The gentlemen sitting next to Shen Rulan were obviously displeased.

When will it be Shen Rulan's turn to call the shots in the women's courtyard.

There is no such thing as grabbing students as soon as they come up.

It's only the first day I came here, so I used my status as a national teacher to lure people in such a way that I let them learn some unreliable metaphysics.

Although they were somewhat dissatisfied, they had to bow their heads under the eaves and could only swallow their anger.

Shen Rulan is a national teacher, young and promising, with such a good face, no one would be confused by a girl of this age.

She was afraid that she would follow Shen Rulan away.

The gentlemen sighed in their hearts, they had seen Jiang Fu's calligraphy, painting and embroidery sent by Xie's house yesterday, and tasted the food she made.

She is very suitable for learning everything, why did Shen Rulan come here...

What a pity.

Chapter end

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