Nightwatcher

Li Mubai looked at the announcement wall, more and more students gathered, and even the gentlemen of the college came here, slapping their thighs excitedly, praising this poem for its ingenuity and simplicity.

Li Daru's ears moved, catching the intermittent conversation sent by the mountain wind:

"First, there is a poem that no one in the world knows the king, and now I publish a poem to encourage learning. Is it true that I have followed the way of poetry of the Confucian scholars, and am I about to rise again?"

"In the past two hundred years, there have been very few excellent poems. Now that these two poems are published, our generations of scholars finally have the face to face future generations."

"Compared to no one in the world who doesn't know the king, this poem of persuasion must be spread more widely, and it will be used to admonish scholars from time to time."

"Why is there no signature, which great Confucian made it?"

Without a signature, this poem must have been widely circulated. Li Mubai's heart moved, and he glanced at the two friends who were talking in a low voice. He backed away calmly and left.

Zhang Shen suddenly noticed that Li Mubai was gone, "Where's Brother Chunjing?"

"I was still here just now." Chen Tai looked left and right, raised his finger to the direction of the low wall: "There."

Zhang Shen followed the prestige and saw Li Mubai holding back the students, writing something on the huge paper with a pen.

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai concentrated their attention, their pupils suddenly became deep, and every detail could be seen a hundred meters away.

The two of them saw it clearly, and Li Mubai wrote this line of small characters next to the words "Poetry of Encouraging Learning":

"At the end of Gengzi and the beginning of Xin Chou, my teacher Mu Bai persuaded me to learn, and I wrote this poem because of my feelings."

It means that at the end of Gengzi and the beginning of Xin Chou, my teacher Li Mubai advised me to work hard, and I deeply agreed, so I wrote this poem.

Can this also be rubbed? The minds of the two great Confucians burst instantly.

"Shameless old thief, put down your pen!"

The Yage Pavilion behind the academy is built on the hillside, adjacent to the Liufold Waterfall in the east, and the evergreen bamboo forest in the west.

Bamboo is a rare commodity in the north, and it is not easy to grow and multiply. The scene of bamboo shoots springing up after a thunderstorm overnight can only be seen in the south.

The gentlemen of the academy transplanted bamboo from the south and worked hard to cultivate it. It took fifty years to grow this lush bamboo forest.

Scholars have a special fondness for bamboo, and appreciate its strength of character. They often use bamboo as a metaphor for others and themselves (emphasis in appreciation).

The dean of Yunlu Academy came to see it one day, hey, the bamboo forest is so dense, the bamboo is not afraid of the severe cold, and the character of the four seasons is strong, isn't it just me.

Everyone agrees, and I will live here from now on.

As a result, Accord became the dean's retreat.

In a simple and elegant tea room, an old man in sackcloth and a woman in Chinese clothes sit and drink tea opposite each other, and a row of strong and sharp soldiers guard the outside of the Accord.

The old man's gray hair was scattered freely, showing a bit of slovenliness and unrestrainedness. The nasolabial folds and the Sichuan-shaped lines between the eyebrows are extremely deep, and when he smiles, the crow's feet are better than the former two.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is hard to think that this old man dressed as a down-and-out Confucian scholar would be the dean of Yunlu Academy.

The leader of contemporary Confucianism.

The woman who was drinking tea opposite him had already passed Double Ten, but she was wearing a simple bun with a shining golden step rocking in it, which was obviously an unfinished attire.

She was wearing a moon-white gorgeous long dress, the hem of which trailed to the ground.

Her appearance is elegant and refined, just like a water lotus that washes but is not demonic. And those clear eyes are like an ice mirror, which can hardly conceal the aloofness and luxury.

The long-opened figure is exquisite and embossed, with attractive curves.

"I haven't seen you in half a year, and the dean's hair has added a lot of silver threads." The eldest princess said, her voice was also clear and cold.

"It's all trouble." The dean sipped his tea with a smile.

"Going up the mountain today, I heard that the disciples of the academy recited a poem. Don't worry about the road ahead. No one knows you. No one in the world doesn't know the king!" The eldest princess's eyes moved slightly, like a broken ice mirror:

"I am very happy to hear such an excellent work. I wonder if it is a new work by that great Confucian?"

Dean Zhao Shou shook his head and laughed when he heard it.

"Why did the dean laugh at me?"

"This old man is not a laughing princess. The Xiaoyunlu Academy is full of talents, but they are not as spontaneous as others. No, the entire Dafeng Confucianism is numb and rigid in thinking, and lacks aura. Poetry, the most important thing is aura."

"Principal's words really confuse me." The Eldest Princess looked calm, with her beautiful orchid fingers twirling the teacup, drinking tea in a noble and elegant posture.

Zhao Shou sighed: "The person who wrote this poem is not a scholar, but a subordinate official in Changle County."

The eldest princess was slightly moved.

The eldest princess of the Dafeng Dynasty is different from ordinary women. She is a lady from a scholarly family, and she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As for the eldest princess, she learned how to play chess from Wei Yuan, the art of war from Zhang Shen, and govern the country from Chen Tai. She memorizes the classics of sages fluently, and her articles and strategies are as good as those of the students of the Imperial College.

He is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he is rich in learning.

At the age of eighteen, the emperor granted her permission to participate in the book compilation of the Imperial Academy. The year before last, the eldest princess tried to rewrite the history books of the previous dynasty, which aroused protests from the officials, but finally nothing happened.

"The dean really doesn't think about becoming an official?" The eldest princess looked sincerely and said in a serious tone, "Confucianism puts people first, and life is not long, so the dean is not going to waste his time."

Few people know that the official position of Qingzhou General Administration Department was originally awarded to Zhao Shou.

It's just that Zhao Shou shirked his reluctance to take office, and wrote to the court, recommending Layman Ziyang.

"If the waste of time can open up a way for future generations to study, why not do it?" Zhao Shou sighed:

"It's a pity that Zhulin has been enlightened for more than ten years, and he has worked hard, but he still can't cross the natural moat set by Cheng's sub-sage."

"The dean's obsession is too deep, why is this." The eldest princess poured tea for herself calmly, "Father invited you to become an official because he intends to reuse Yunlu Academy. If you really think about the students of Yunlu Academy, Shouldn't have refused."

Zhao Shouxi smiled and said, "Is it because Wei Yuan is getting more and more uncontrollable, or is the dragon-slaying technique of those nobles getting sharper and sharper?"

"It's for the people of Dafeng, for the common people in the world." The eldest princess said every word from the heart.

The smile on Zhao Shou's face became more and more sarcastic.

The eldest princess's cold tone changed, and she sighed: "After the Battle of Mountains and Seas, Dafeng's national strength has been weakening day by day, and natural disasters have continued year after year. The disasters are countless, and the disaster of subordinate staff is becoming more and more obvious.

"All the princes in the court only know about party struggles. There are countless people who talk empty-handedly, and very few people who do hard work to rejuvenate the country. Dean, the empire lacks a tinkerer."

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Zhao Shou to speak, and continued to talk: "Three years ago, the northern barbarians tore up the treaty, violated the border repeatedly, and robbed the people.

"The barbarians in the south destroyed post roads and raided military towns in an attempt to regain lost ground.

"The countries in the Western Regions watched with cold eyes, and the Buddhist sect used this as a threat to preach to the Central Plains."

She gradually increased her tone, and her voice was no longer cold, "Dean, as a scholar, shouldn't you show your ambition and revive the country's prestige?"

Zhao Shou stared at the eldest princess for a moment, then turned his eyes away from this elegant and noble face, looked at the green bamboo forest outside the window, shook his head and sighed:

"If you don't want to, the time hasn't come yet. Princess please come back."

The eldest princess couldn't hide her disappointment, and she was about to say goodbye when hurried footsteps came from outside the Accord, and a gentleman from the academy rushed in, shouting:

"Dean, something is wrong. Li Mubai, Zhang Shen, and Chen Tai are fighting."

I have something to do at noon, so the update is a bit late.