In a private garden of Liren Academy, people were drinking and drinking. Although there was no gossip, they were all laughing and talking about the past and the present, in a rather independent style.

The leader, with a white beard and white beard, chatted with the people around him from time to time, and could not hide the joy between his brows.

“Mr.

If Jiang Yuan were here, he would definitely recognize the old man who was leading him. It was Xia Kang who was competing with him in chess, and beside him was Bi Chengan.

Xia Kang frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he was invited by Cheng Maoxun, the dean of Donglin Academy, to congratulate the students. From time to time, people came in and said

Some poems passed down from the West Lake Meeting were reviewed by the students, and then four teachers gave them some pointers. If they were good enough, Xia Kang was allowed to watch them.

During this period, there were also students who wrote one or two poems with a learning attitude and discussed and studied each. The students were mainly from Liren Academy, and most of the students from Boya Academy were in West Lake. The two teachers also learned that Mr. Xia was coming, so they

I hurriedly pushed back the appointment with the West Lake and returned to the academy. The academy was not far from the West Lake, on the mountain behind the West Lake.

The person who spoke was Cheng Maoxun, the dean of Donglin Academy. Seeing that Xia Kang was hesitant, he did not know what the great scholar's true thoughts were.

Bi Cheng'an seemed to have noticed something, and said with a slight smile: "Mr.

?This is all thanks to Dean Cheng’s help. Many of the good reform strategies were planned by Dean Cheng, and he gradually planned them to revive our country."

Cheng Maoxun on the other side waved his hands repeatedly: "You two said this, Cheng really doesn't know how to deal with himself. How can I, Cheng Maoxun, be so virtuous and capable as to be able to make suggestions with the two seniors and do my best for my Daxia? These are all

I have spent a month studying hard at Donglin Academy in exchange for it. If it can really have some effect and be adopted by the government, our efforts this month will not be in vain."

Speaking of this, the dean and teachers of Boya Academy did look a little embarrassed. After Donglin Academy was divided into Boya Academy and Liren Academy, there were some differences on some matters, whether it was balance or fighting, but

It has always maintained a relatively peaceful situation. The Liren Academy headed by Qi Yunmeng has not left home for a month. Even Qi Yunmeng's most proud disciple

Her son, Yue Lesheng, one of the four great talents in Donglin, was grounded by her. She thought it was just some trouble, but she never thought that until today, she knew that it was to share the worries of the saint and solve the country's problems. In comparison, she did not take this task seriously.

Leave it to them in the Boya Academy to make judgments. No matter how good the poems Kong Chengyun and the others produced today, they would be nothing compared to what happened today.

Huang Ziping, dean of the Boya Academy, and two teachers, Deng Wenlin and Gan Zhenghao, looked at each other, silently put down the wine glasses in their hands, and sighed slightly. Looking at the whole audience, except for a few of them, there were really only a few people in the Boya Academy.

There is no one else.

Xia Kang glanced at Huang Ziping and said with a smile: "Dean Cheng is too modest. Boya Academy and Liren Academy, one is in charge of administration and the other is in charge of literature. They complement each other and have the momentum to rise to the top of the four major academies. I guess not.

I’m sure you can accomplish a lot in the academy competition in Japan.”

As Xia Kang spoke, he no longer wanted to talk about political affairs. Although he was the dean of the four major academies and had the title of fifth grade, his influence on scholars in the world should not be underestimated. But compared to this

For the two of them, Cheng Maoxun is still the junior.

Cheng Maoxun smiled and said: "Where, where..."

While a few people were chatting, new words were introduced. It was none other than the new works of Kong Chengyun, a student from Donglin, and Guang Anjun, a talented scholar from southern Zhejiang.

Having just been overpowered by Liren Academy, the two professors from Boya Academy naturally wanted to compete for face through poetry. It was certainly something to be proud of when they submitted the memorial to the New Deal, and it was also something that the officials were proud of convening ministers for discussion, but they could

How much it will be used, or whether it will be adopted, is unknown. In the final analysis, the Great Xia Dynasty still ruled the world with articles.

The two poems are remarkable. Although they are not amazing, they can still be regarded as excellent works. At least they are much better than the poems written by the students of Liren Academy who were present. The two teachers and the dean also have some respect.

"Quick, quick, quick... new work... new work..." A student ran in from the door panting, staggering and almost spilling the wine glass in someone else's hand. The ink on the rice paper in his hand was not dry yet.

"So panic-stricken, but what good poems have come out?" Seeing Zhao Heng in such a panic, many students ran in and didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. They put the poems in their hands directly on the table in front of them: "New poems"

…”

"What's new is new. Is it possible that it can still be as powerful as last year?"

"That's right, Zhao Heng, you are making too much fuss."

Everyone looked at the rice paper pointed by Zhao Heng, and saw that it was a poem copied in official script, titled "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"...

"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide..." Someone has begun to recite this poem. The more they read, the more students gathered around. Some exclaimed, some were silent, and some were silent.

Shake his head.

There was noisy and momentary calm here, leaving only one person reading the poem, which naturally attracted Yue Lesheng's attention. He pushed aside the crowd, walked forward, and looked at the poem carefully.

Bi Chengan and Xia Kang naturally heard the verses coming from them, and they were both a little surprised.

"Who wrote this poem?"

"Could it be Kong Chengyun or Chen Qinian?"

"The style is not like..."

Zhao Heng put down the tea cup in his hand, paused and said: "You may not know, but the author of this song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is not written by anyone else, but a young man named Jiangning Jiang Zichuan."

"What's interesting is that this Jiang Ning is the son-in-law who married into the Wang family three months ago." Zhao Heng added, but shook his head, expressing great regret.

"Brother-in-law? The Wang family? But the Wang family of silk merchants, Wang Ruoyan who married into the bride? That Jiang Ning who was almost poisoned to death on the wedding day?" Naturally, some of them knew more about it, so they said it casually.

Zhao Heng nodded: "This is the person. When I first got this poem, I didn't believe it. After confirming it repeatedly, I came back. What's even more interesting is that this Jiang Ning did not go to the West Lake meeting, but was led by a maid.

It's said to be written by Jiang Ning to Wang Ruoyan, it's interesting..."

"Haha, how can a son-in-law write such a good poem? If he is really talented and knowledgeable, how can he become a son-in-law? What's more, he is a son-in-law of a merchant family..."

"That's right, I didn't come out myself, but asked the girl to bring him out. This is obviously an act to gain fame and reputation. Maybe I copied it from somewhere or bought the poem in order to increase my worth..."

"That's right, I in Zhejiang Province have never heard of a person like Jiang Ning. If he is talented and learned, he shouldn't be so unknown. This matter is false..."

Everyone looked at each other and talked about the identity of Jiang Ning's son-in-law, whether he bought it, copied it, etc., but no one noticed that Xia Kang and Bi Chengan, the leaders, looked at each other, and there was something in their faces.
Chapter completed!