Let me say that every official in the court is now forced to be involved in the dispute over the establishment of the crown prince, even Master Huang is no exception.

He did not write a letter to the empress to make her son, that is, the former Emperor of the Tang Dynasty as the crown prince, or directly impeached Wu Jiusi, Wu Jiye and other kings of the Wu family. Instead, he gave Wu Jiye's youngest daughter a rejection.

Comply with rules, but comply with rules.

Confucian scholars from Haoran Academy have always liked to angrily criticize the powerful and nobles, so as to gain fame and prosperity.

According to folk rumors, the Wei Dan in the former Tang Dynasty relied on scolding Taizong to become prime minister every day.

It's just the form of this Master's expression,

Some are a bit out of quality...

Of course, since they are not sages, they cannot use the moral standards of sages to demand. After all, there is no love for no reason and no hatred for no reason in the world.

If King Wu Jiusi of Liang had not caused this Master Huang to be dismissed from office and was forced to return to Haoran Academy to teach, I think this would be the case today.

In short, the two words brought back by the students in the supervision department are "No".

Now, not only was the lieutenant who came to the door unable to hold on his face, but even Princess Pingyang, who had heard the news, had a pretty face under the veil.

She just promised Master Budu that she would definitely be able to bring him in. Now that she is being slapped in the face like this, how can she not get angry?

"Where is my knife?"

Wu Lanshan looked back and looked around.

"Princess, calm down!"

Shen Budu hurriedly grabbed her.

After giving a step, Wu Lanshan calmed down.

After all, he is one of the nine immortal sects, and after all, he is not very good at dealing with the kings of the Wu clan.

The students in the prison also explained with a grudge, "The Master said, this is the rule of the academy. The academy is a place to read the books of sages. On weekdays, students are neither allowed to go out for fun nor their families to visit. Since Princess Taiping is the dean's disciple, she must abide by this rule no matter what her identity is. Please ask the princess to go back."

"Then why can they get in?"

Princess Pingyang questioned as she looked at a group of people who were obviously not dressed in academy students.

"They are literati and poets invited to participate in the Liushang Poetry Club, and they have poems and posts."

"How much does a poem cost? I'll just buy it."

The student smiled bitterly and said, "Princess, this is not bought, it is invited by the person. How can I buy it if I have all signed the name and report it?"

"What about him?"

Princess Pingyang saw a group of people surrounding the pavilion not far away, one of whom walked out, and took a poem from the academy student who was behind the desk with his head held high.

"This is a scholar who can participate in the Liushang Poetry Club after being assessed. In addition to the long-standing literati and poets invited, Liushang Poetry Club also left a hole for scholars who have poetry but have not become famous. If the poems written can be identified by spiritual tools, they can obtain a poem, but it is extremely difficult, and usually one in a hundred."

Princess Pingyang sent someone to ask, and then she realized that the students explained clearly that it was not a secret operation, and the rules that the academy did not allow visits were indeed the case, so she became a little depressed.

Although she is the princess, she really can't put on airs in front of the nine immortal sects, especially Haoran Academy, which likes to make a name for her anger at the powerful.

Otherwise, what? Will you let the armored sword break?

If you really break in, you might be scolded by scholars all over the court. I am afraid that her father, Wang Wu Jiye, will not be able to protect her.

As for writing poetry, let’s not funny. The ancestors of the Laowu family followed Emperor Gaozu and ranked as high-ranking officials from Long. But after all, they were from merchants and tycoons. They had not cultivated any cultural bacteria in the past few decades. Not to mention that they were compared with the five surnames and Qiwang, they were far inferior to the nobles who started their business with military leaders from Guanlong.

It is okay to let Princess Pingyang go hunting and play, but it is better to kill her than to let her write poetry.

"Master..."

Princess Pingyang lowered her head angrily. This incident really made her feel a little embarrassed.

Chen Budu was also a little surprised at this time. Haoran Academy was so tough that even the princess of the royal family did not allow him to enter, which was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.

"Can the princess write poems?"

"Well... I wrote a few songs when I was a child."

Yes, looking at Wu Lanshan like this, it is a level of "one look at the city, another look at the country, three look at the world's plans, and all the swords are drawn, and all the heart is confused."

It's better not to mention it.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Budu said.

"Prince, why not send someone to ask what the poem used for the identification of spiritual tools is? Is it randomly selected or there is a fixed topic?"

Later, someone came back to report.

"The title is changed every day. Today, the title is ‘Ode to Lotus’. It is not limited to five-character and seven-character verses. The spiritual weapon is shining brightly. It is considered to be qualified to participate in the Liushang Poetry Conference, but..."

"Just what?"

"Only one person passed the test today... Even if you look forward, there were only a few people a few days ago."

"What level should I calculate the passing level?"

"I heard that if you have the standard of Youyouzi's "Quchihe", it is the standard posted on the paper over there."

Youyouzi, a poet named Lu Yinglin, a generation of the Lu family from Fanyang.

As for the so-called "Qu Chihe", it is not very famous among his many works, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary scholars to reach this level if they want to write it in a hasty way.

"Remember to the little monk and listen."

"The floating fragrance surrounds the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the Huachi Pool. I am afraid that the autumn wind will be early, and you will not know it."

After listening, Wu Lanshan, a first-level retired drummer at Dazhou, began to slap her back, and sweat was oozing from the tip of her nose under her veil.

"Master, why not forget it..."

"Does the princess want to go in?"

"ah?"

Wu Lanshan nodded subconsciously. She had never entered Haoran Academy before, but she really wanted to go in and see what a beautiful scene of Liushang Poetry Club that was famous for.

She immediately woke up. Is it up to her? It depends on whether she wants to go in? It is obvious that the Haoran Academy is not afraid of power, so she won't let her go in at all, right?

"Take paper and pen, the monk writes a few poems, and the princess takes someone to try."

It was probably a way to treat a dead horse as a living horse, and there was a maid next to him who brought paper and pen.

Swallowing the pen without scattering, writing on the letter paper.

His handwriting is quite elegant in Wei steles, and he can be called "Eight-faced Gods".

Wu Lanshan looked at the omnipotent Master Budu, and was slightly swaying.

The master is so handsome, has a high level of cultivation, is kind and good at writing poetry, so amazing...

"Take it, just say that the princess is doing it well. If you don't have a few things in it, you can count on a few things after a few things."

The captain took the letter and doubtfulness over,

After a moment,

The dazzling light reflects the pavilion.

The people around were in an uproar. If the clear light of the passer before was just a small wave, then this was a huge wave as high as a hundred feet!

The poetic spirit weapon actually emitted a strange phenomenon that had never happened before!

In an instant, the scene became silent and silent.

The Huang Master who was in charge of the small pavilion was now looking at the few pieces of tissue paper in front of him.
Chapter completed!