The three great scholars did not agree with each other, but exchanged glances.
Seeing this, Dean Zhao Shou reached out to take the folded rice paper and slowly unfolded it, and then he fell into a long silence.
Aware of Zhao Shou’s abnormality, Zhang Shen tentatively said: Dean?
But the dean ignored him, murmured in a low voice, falling into a certain emotion, unable to get rid of it for the time being.
After a while, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled: What a poem!I will engrave this poem in the Sub-Sanctuary with my own hands to make it a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, future generations and descendants will look back on this history, and this poem will be enough.
Tonight, you three come to my Yaju to have a drink and let’s drink until dawn.
The three great scholars found it incredible. As a Confucian scholar who is a current Confucian scholar, how could he lose his composure because of a poem?
Even the amazing masterpieces such as the faint fragrance floating in the moon and dusk, the boat full of clear dreams and the galaxy, the dean just smiled and praised it.
You guys see it for yourself!Zhao Shou handed over the paper.
Zhang Shen took it and watched it with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them suddenly frozen, just like Zhao Shou before, immersed in a certain emotion and could not get rid of it for a long time.
It is difficult to walk, and it is difficult to walk, and there are many misaligned roads. How can you stay here now?There will be times when the wind and waves are long, and the clouds sails will cross the sea.Li Mubai suddenly burst into tears and said sadly:
This poem is about our Yunlu Academy.
The two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, clenched their fists. They understood why the dean had lost his composure. Li Mubai was right. This poem was written for Yunlu Academy.
Looking back on the two hundred years since the establishment of the Imperial College, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history. The students studied hard and worked hard, but what they got was hidden, with a passion that had no place to express, and had nowhere to display their talents.
I can’t eat when I stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, and I draw my sword and look at me in a daze!
And these last two sentences are simply a stroke of genius, which made several great scholars suddenly feel heroic and excited.
The greatest charm of poetry is empathy, which completely touches the hearts of Dean Zhao Shou and the three great scholars.
Dean…
Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the agitation, and whispered: Xu Cijiu is my disciple, I taught it with great difficulty.
I sincerely say, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work.Zhao Shou said with relief.
I, Zhang Jinyan, had no choice but to raise talents for the academy, so why not have the hard work?Zhang Shenyi said in a righteous manner:
However, I have a small request, and I hope the dean can meet it.
Chen Tai and Li Mubai became alert in an instant.
Zhao Shouwen said: What are the requirements?
When you engrave the poem yourself, remember to write a few small characters after saying goodbye to the old name: Master Zhang Shen, whose courtesy name is Jinyan, a native of Jingzhou.
Zhao Shou hadn’t answered yet, and Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first: I object!
Zhang Shen was furious: Whatever your business is written by my student? Is it your turn to oppose it?
Bullshit!
The two great scholars glared at each other and unceremoniously expose it: What is your level of student? You have no idea?Who wrote this poem? You dare to say it.
Of course, Zhang Shen knew that Xu Ciji was his student, and he knew more than anyone else about his own student.
As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen’s idea was that Xu Qian asked Wei Yuan for help.
？
Zhao Shou's heart flashed with questions, waved his hand to isolate the hearing of the students who reported to him, and said in a deep voice: What did you say just now?Isn’t this poem written by Xu Ci?
Chen Tai snorted: Xu Ci was good at strategy and his poems were ordinary. How to make such an exciting masterpiece.
Li Mubai continued: It was not done by my student Xu Qi'an.
When will you become your student again?Zhang Shen sneered: That's my student, so no matter how you write my name, it's right.
The three great scholars started to quarrel.
After listening for a moment, Dean Zhao Shou probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Ci, but was pretended by his cousin who was praised by Scholars as the leader of poetry.
In this way, Xu Cijiu also cheated.
By the way, what is our Huiyuan’s main treatment?Zhao Shou asked.
Confucianism emphasizes character. The higher the level of great scholars, the more they pay attention to the firmness of character. To put it bluntly, every great scholar has extremely high personality and ethics.
But this does not mean that all Confucian Holy Mother bitches are in the Confucian Holy Mother bitches. Unless they establish the life of the Holy Mother bitches, otherwise the minor details can be lost, and there is no big problem.
But cheating is not a subdivision.
Governance of the country and military strategy!Zhang Shendao, he was originally a great scholar known for his military strategy.
Governing the country is a skill that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis, Confucian students can choose another 12 majoring courses.
Some students mainly studied "The Book of Rites", some students mainly studied "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Xu Ci was the old one, mainly studied "The Art of War".
When Zhao Shou heard this, he nodded with confidence. If he was the subject of "The Art of War", there would be no problem and would not affect future promotions.
You don’t have to argue about a poem. I think Xu Qi'an gave this poem to the academy through his cousin’s hand.This is the biggest reward for us.Zhao Shou said.
What the dean said was.The three great scholars said in unison.
When we were looking for a masterpiece in Xu Ningyan in the future... the three great scholars thought to themselves at the same time.
In addition, they added a tacit understanding in their hearts: despicable villain Yang Gong!
……
The next day, the Xu family held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends. According to Xu Xinnian's intention, the house divided three areas into three parts of guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the atrium.
The person sitting in the atrium was his classmates and friends, and it was not convenient for outsiders to enter the backyard, so the person sitting was from the same tribe.In the front yard are colleagues of Xu Ershu and Xu Qi'an.
The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and blowing themselves, and scholars ignored the rude martial artists, and the martial artists ignored the scholars' pretentiousness.
Erlang is worthy of being a scholar and has arranged it in an orderly manner.Xu Qi'an accompanied his little brother toast everywhere while sighing.
Why didn’t our teacher come to participate?Xu Qi'an asked.
Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, his pink face turned slightly red, and he spitted out the wine, and said helplessly: The servant who sent the invitation this morning brought back news, saying that the teacher had a fight with the two great scholars and was injured.
Fight again?Xu Qian said with peace of mind that all the scholars at Yunlu Academy have such a bad temper.
The two brothers turned to the inner courtyard, where they were all clan members, and their aunt and second uncle stayed on the table to accompany the Xu clan members.A few full-fed children were playing in the yard, envious of the Xu Mansion's courtyard.
Xu Lingyin was ashamed to join the company of her friends, and she ate from beginning to end, but she would not move to death.
The Xu clan members were very happy. A while ago, Xu Dalang had just won the title, and Uncle Xu immediately won the title of the Emperor. This is a sign of the rise of the Xu family.
While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, and they will not be able to make a fortune in the future.
The older generation's happiness was even more pure, and they said with tears in their eyes that the ancestors appeared and that the Xu family was about to become a big family.
Donkey two eggs.An old clan stood up, patted Xu Pingzhi's back of his hand, and said with relief:
Dalang and Erlang can achieve success, and you will make a lot of contributions.You have cultivated everything from literature and martial arts.You are even better than those masters. I happen to have a pair of grandsons at home. Erdan, how many years will you help me take care of?
Lu Erdan is the nickname of his second uncle, and Xu Qi'an's biological father's nickname is: Lu Dadan.
This name is just the old people in the clan who can call it.
Hahaha, OK, no problem, uncle just sends those two little kids.Xu Pingzhi was proud and a little drifting.He even felt that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan were able to become successful is his credit.
You have nothing to do with me. You obviously don’t think of your son Xu Pingzhi... Xu Qi'an smiled and complained in his heart.
Dad is really ignorant. You are just a vulgar warrior... Xu Xinnian complains in her heart.
In terms of educating children, no one praised her, which made her aunt feel very angry. But when she thought about the holiday with her nephew before, she felt that if she stood up and asked for credit, she would definitely be given to her nephew.
……
The capital city, the west gate.
The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard the sound of Sanskrit that seemed to be there and not existed, as if they were from the sky.
A soldier dug his ears and found that the sound of the Buddhist chant was still echoing in his ears. Hello, have you heard any strange sounds...
As soon as he finished asking, he saw his colleagues around him digging his ears.
At this time, someone shouted on the city wall: Buddha light, there is Buddha light to the west...
The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clasped their spears and looked out vigilantly. A few seconds later, they saw the golden Buddha light rising from the west.
It seems that the rising sun is rising... No, it is purer and more friendly than the sun.
Before they knew it, they let go of their tightly held spears and looked up at the pure Buddha light, with pious and gentle eyes as if their hearts were washed.
Qianhu, who was guarding the city, bit his tongue hard, and the pain stimulated his brain and gained a brief awakening to fight his inner piety.
He staggered away the soldiers looking away, grabbed the drum hammer, and then hit hard.
Dongdongdongdongdong...
The dull drum sound spread all over the fields, shaking the hearts of the soldiers guarding the city and the hearts of the people in the East City.
……
Here comes!
Xu Qi'an was raising his glass to toast, and the murmuring of Monk Shenshu sounded in his mind.
Here comes, what is here?
He was stunned at first, and then immediately realized that the Buddhist emissary group came.
Finally... the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.
They came for the Sangbo case and for the monk Shenshu.
The visitor is not good.
He has been in this world for more than half a year and is about to come into contact with the monks of the Western Regions for the first time.
The supervisor has blocked the secrets of heaven for me, and Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of Monk Shenshu... As the organizer of Sangbo, I must be unable to avoid dealing with monks... I heard that Buddhism has various strange magical powers, such as his mind power. If so, can they hear my thoughts?
Xu Qi'an is like facing a great enemy.
Seeing this, Dean Zhao Shou reached out to take the folded rice paper and slowly unfolded it, and then he fell into a long silence.
Aware of Zhao Shou’s abnormality, Zhang Shen tentatively said: Dean?
But the dean ignored him, murmured in a low voice, falling into a certain emotion, unable to get rid of it for the time being.
After a while, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled: What a poem!I will engrave this poem in the Sub-Sanctuary with my own hands to make it a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, future generations and descendants will look back on this history, and this poem will be enough.
Tonight, you three come to my Yaju to have a drink and let’s drink until dawn.
The three great scholars found it incredible. As a Confucian scholar who is a current Confucian scholar, how could he lose his composure because of a poem?
Even the amazing masterpieces such as the faint fragrance floating in the moon and dusk, the boat full of clear dreams and the galaxy, the dean just smiled and praised it.
You guys see it for yourself!Zhao Shou handed over the paper.
Zhang Shen took it and watched it with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them suddenly frozen, just like Zhao Shou before, immersed in a certain emotion and could not get rid of it for a long time.
It is difficult to walk, and it is difficult to walk, and there are many misaligned roads. How can you stay here now?There will be times when the wind and waves are long, and the clouds sails will cross the sea.Li Mubai suddenly burst into tears and said sadly:
This poem is about our Yunlu Academy.
The two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, clenched their fists. They understood why the dean had lost his composure. Li Mubai was right. This poem was written for Yunlu Academy.
Looking back on the two hundred years since the establishment of the Imperial College, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history. The students studied hard and worked hard, but what they got was hidden, with a passion that had no place to express, and had nowhere to display their talents.
I can’t eat when I stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, and I draw my sword and look at me in a daze!
And these last two sentences are simply a stroke of genius, which made several great scholars suddenly feel heroic and excited.
The greatest charm of poetry is empathy, which completely touches the hearts of Dean Zhao Shou and the three great scholars.
Dean…
Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the agitation, and whispered: Xu Cijiu is my disciple, I taught it with great difficulty.
I sincerely say, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work.Zhao Shou said with relief.
I, Zhang Jinyan, had no choice but to raise talents for the academy, so why not have the hard work?Zhang Shenyi said in a righteous manner:
However, I have a small request, and I hope the dean can meet it.
Chen Tai and Li Mubai became alert in an instant.
Zhao Shouwen said: What are the requirements?
When you engrave the poem yourself, remember to write a few small characters after saying goodbye to the old name: Master Zhang Shen, whose courtesy name is Jinyan, a native of Jingzhou.
Zhao Shou hadn’t answered yet, and Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first: I object!
Zhang Shen was furious: Whatever your business is written by my student? Is it your turn to oppose it?
Bullshit!
The two great scholars glared at each other and unceremoniously expose it: What is your level of student? You have no idea?Who wrote this poem? You dare to say it.
Of course, Zhang Shen knew that Xu Ciji was his student, and he knew more than anyone else about his own student.
As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen’s idea was that Xu Qian asked Wei Yuan for help.
？
Zhao Shou's heart flashed with questions, waved his hand to isolate the hearing of the students who reported to him, and said in a deep voice: What did you say just now?Isn’t this poem written by Xu Ci?
Chen Tai snorted: Xu Ci was good at strategy and his poems were ordinary. How to make such an exciting masterpiece.
Li Mubai continued: It was not done by my student Xu Qi'an.
When will you become your student again?Zhang Shen sneered: That's my student, so no matter how you write my name, it's right.
The three great scholars started to quarrel.
After listening for a moment, Dean Zhao Shou probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Ci, but was pretended by his cousin who was praised by Scholars as the leader of poetry.
In this way, Xu Cijiu also cheated.
By the way, what is our Huiyuan’s main treatment?Zhao Shou asked.
Confucianism emphasizes character. The higher the level of great scholars, the more they pay attention to the firmness of character. To put it bluntly, every great scholar has extremely high personality and ethics.
But this does not mean that all Confucian Holy Mother bitches are in the Confucian Holy Mother bitches. Unless they establish the life of the Holy Mother bitches, otherwise the minor details can be lost, and there is no big problem.
But cheating is not a subdivision.
Governance of the country and military strategy!Zhang Shendao, he was originally a great scholar known for his military strategy.
Governing the country is a skill that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis, Confucian students can choose another 12 majoring courses.
Some students mainly studied "The Book of Rites", some students mainly studied "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Xu Ci was the old one, mainly studied "The Art of War".
When Zhao Shou heard this, he nodded with confidence. If he was the subject of "The Art of War", there would be no problem and would not affect future promotions.
You don’t have to argue about a poem. I think Xu Qi'an gave this poem to the academy through his cousin’s hand.This is the biggest reward for us.Zhao Shou said.
What the dean said was.The three great scholars said in unison.
When we were looking for a masterpiece in Xu Ningyan in the future... the three great scholars thought to themselves at the same time.
In addition, they added a tacit understanding in their hearts: despicable villain Yang Gong!
……
The next day, the Xu family held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends. According to Xu Xinnian's intention, the house divided three areas into three parts of guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the atrium.
The person sitting in the atrium was his classmates and friends, and it was not convenient for outsiders to enter the backyard, so the person sitting was from the same tribe.In the front yard are colleagues of Xu Ershu and Xu Qi'an.
The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and blowing themselves, and scholars ignored the rude martial artists, and the martial artists ignored the scholars' pretentiousness.
Erlang is worthy of being a scholar and has arranged it in an orderly manner.Xu Qi'an accompanied his little brother toast everywhere while sighing.
Why didn’t our teacher come to participate?Xu Qi'an asked.
Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, his pink face turned slightly red, and he spitted out the wine, and said helplessly: The servant who sent the invitation this morning brought back news, saying that the teacher had a fight with the two great scholars and was injured.
Fight again?Xu Qian said with peace of mind that all the scholars at Yunlu Academy have such a bad temper.
The two brothers turned to the inner courtyard, where they were all clan members, and their aunt and second uncle stayed on the table to accompany the Xu clan members.A few full-fed children were playing in the yard, envious of the Xu Mansion's courtyard.
Xu Lingyin was ashamed to join the company of her friends, and she ate from beginning to end, but she would not move to death.
The Xu clan members were very happy. A while ago, Xu Dalang had just won the title, and Uncle Xu immediately won the title of the Emperor. This is a sign of the rise of the Xu family.
While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, and they will not be able to make a fortune in the future.
The older generation's happiness was even more pure, and they said with tears in their eyes that the ancestors appeared and that the Xu family was about to become a big family.
Donkey two eggs.An old clan stood up, patted Xu Pingzhi's back of his hand, and said with relief:
Dalang and Erlang can achieve success, and you will make a lot of contributions.You have cultivated everything from literature and martial arts.You are even better than those masters. I happen to have a pair of grandsons at home. Erdan, how many years will you help me take care of?
Lu Erdan is the nickname of his second uncle, and Xu Qi'an's biological father's nickname is: Lu Dadan.
This name is just the old people in the clan who can call it.
Hahaha, OK, no problem, uncle just sends those two little kids.Xu Pingzhi was proud and a little drifting.He even felt that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan were able to become successful is his credit.
You have nothing to do with me. You obviously don’t think of your son Xu Pingzhi... Xu Qi'an smiled and complained in his heart.
Dad is really ignorant. You are just a vulgar warrior... Xu Xinnian complains in her heart.
In terms of educating children, no one praised her, which made her aunt feel very angry. But when she thought about the holiday with her nephew before, she felt that if she stood up and asked for credit, she would definitely be given to her nephew.
……
The capital city, the west gate.
The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard the sound of Sanskrit that seemed to be there and not existed, as if they were from the sky.
A soldier dug his ears and found that the sound of the Buddhist chant was still echoing in his ears. Hello, have you heard any strange sounds...
As soon as he finished asking, he saw his colleagues around him digging his ears.
At this time, someone shouted on the city wall: Buddha light, there is Buddha light to the west...
The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clasped their spears and looked out vigilantly. A few seconds later, they saw the golden Buddha light rising from the west.
It seems that the rising sun is rising... No, it is purer and more friendly than the sun.
Before they knew it, they let go of their tightly held spears and looked up at the pure Buddha light, with pious and gentle eyes as if their hearts were washed.
Qianhu, who was guarding the city, bit his tongue hard, and the pain stimulated his brain and gained a brief awakening to fight his inner piety.
He staggered away the soldiers looking away, grabbed the drum hammer, and then hit hard.
Dongdongdongdongdong...
The dull drum sound spread all over the fields, shaking the hearts of the soldiers guarding the city and the hearts of the people in the East City.
……
Here comes!
Xu Qi'an was raising his glass to toast, and the murmuring of Monk Shenshu sounded in his mind.
Here comes, what is here?
He was stunned at first, and then immediately realized that the Buddhist emissary group came.
Finally... the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.
They came for the Sangbo case and for the monk Shenshu.
The visitor is not good.
He has been in this world for more than half a year and is about to come into contact with the monks of the Western Regions for the first time.
The supervisor has blocked the secrets of heaven for me, and Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of Monk Shenshu... As the organizer of Sangbo, I must be unable to avoid dealing with monks... I heard that Buddhism has various strange magical powers, such as his mind power. If so, can they hear my thoughts?
Xu Qi'an is like facing a great enemy.
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