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The first person to speak on stage was a scholar from Tanglin Academy.

To have the courage to give lectures on stage is to have enough self-confidence, and you really have something in your belly.

Although the literati here are not very old, most of them are full of knowledge, and they can tell the difference between good and bad scriptures.

What the scholar is talking about is the "Book of Changes" of a partial school. After talking about it for a while, he also has some new ideas of his own.

After the scholar left the stage after speaking, Feng Qingyan, Dou Jinhan, Zhang Anbang and others came to the stage one after another, narrating the scriptures they understood.

Although there are differences in their schools, they are generally the words of the sages, adding their own understanding.

At this time, Luo Xingchen also came to the stage.

Everyone's eyes turned to Luo Xingchen.

However, many of them contained some kind of malice, which Luo Xingchen could feel.

The reason is actually very simple, because he worshiped Mr. Yuelu Zhang Taiyue as his teacher.

Among the literati, Zhang Taiyue has accumulated a lot of notoriety.

These notorieties have all been transferred to Luo Xingchen now.

But that's okay too.

In this era, it is normal for a disciple to bear karma for the master.

Before Luo Xingchen started speaking, there were already people whispering below.

"Mr. Yuelu actually accepted him as a disciple."

"Could it be that this person was harmed? Although this person is young, his talent cannot be underestimated."

"In the future, I can't say for sure. Even if I worship Zhang Taiyue as my teacher, even if I enter the court, I can't do anything, and I can't even stand up."

"It's not a problem if you can't get a foothold. After all, Luo Xingchen's background is too solid, but it is indeed possible that you can't get things done if you are trapped at every step."

"..."

Facing the malice, Luo Xingchen was calm and composed, and began to talk about his scriptures.

The focus of what he said was to investigate things and understand principles.

He has put in a lot of effort these days, and when he talks about it, the truth is very simple and clear.

Those who belong to the School of Neo-Confucianism, those who have already penetrated into it, are naturally not within the scope of his fight. What he wants to talk about are those literati who are in neutral.

Among the literati sitting below, many are neutral. Although they also learn the academics of various schools, they have not really gone deep into a certain school.

In other words, they can still listen to the truth.

After speaking, some people already had a thoughtful expression on their faces.

After all, what Luo Xingchen learned is a theory of its own, and it is not groundless.

In particular, all the technological innovations of Daqi today are in line with this theory.

Those literati with insight and ideals will not blindly follow authority, but follow reason more.

Without enthusiastic cheers, almost indifferent, Luo Xingchen came down from the stage.

The following articles are not too outstanding, but more satisfactory.

After this was over, it was already noon.

"Gentlemen, the time has come. After the dinner, we will write poems and essays." British Duke Zhao Shang said loudly.

Many people finally looked forward to this moment, they were already hungry, especially Feng Qingsu from the Feng family was even more hungry.

On the contrary, Feng Meiyu's complexion remained the same without much change.

"Second brother, aren't you hungry?" Feng Qingsu asked.

"Fortunately, before going out in the morning, I had breakfast at home." Feng Meiyu said.

"Didn't you say that you don't want to eat at home, but come to the Duke's mansion for dinner?" Feng Qingsu asked in surprise.

"I don't know, I didn't hear clearly." Feng Meiyu shook her head, expressing that she didn't understand.

Feng Qingsu turned his head and saw that Feng Yu seemed to be normal.

"Brother, don't look at me, I've eaten too." Feng Yu said lightly.

Well, Feng Qingsu doesn't want to talk anymore.

In the end, he realized that he was the only one who was unlucky.

The venue in the British government house is large enough to host many banquets at the same time, and there are hundreds of literati in the area, enough to entertain them properly.

……

In a box, Qi Xingyun frowned slightly.

"Wang Yun, you said that kid is a bit rejected by others. He is not good at this job. Did I do something wrong?"

"Your Majesty is naturally wise, every move has a deep meaning, I believe Admiral Luo can tide over the difficulties." Wang Yun said with a smile.

If there is anyone in the world who understands the emperor's mind best, it is him.

But even if he is the emperor's confidant, he still can't say everything. He has always been very good at speaking.

"Yeah, if you don't go through wind and rain, how can you take on a big responsibility? I have set up tests in many ways, and it depends on who can pass the test and make it to the end."

Qi Xingyun was thoughtful.

Recently, he has done a big thing. He recruited many men of the right age from the close branches of the clan into the palace, specially arranged for his master to teach, and distributed many tests to them.

These are all on the bright side, and the various controversies caused by the court have caused an uproar in private.

In private, the undercurrent is raging, and those hidden people have revealed some clues to some extent.

However, no one knew that he was also secretly assessing Luo Xingchen.

Only by passing his test can one enter the next step.

Back then, he was also a bloody way out from a group of princes, not a flower in a greenhouse, and it was only then that he stabilized the collapse of the building, and now he is regarded as the master of Zhongxing.

"Wang Yun, go and ask someone to cook a few pots of side dishes for me, not too greasy, I will continue to watch in the afternoon."

Qi Xingyun ordered.

In the afternoon, it was competition poetry, which was the least controversial and the most obvious struggle.

According to Qi Xingyun's order, after the British Duke Zhao Shang got the news, he immediately came to watch in person, and asked the best cook in the mansion to cook.

After frying, carry it in person and send it to the box.

……

In the afternoon, the crowd, who had already eaten and drank enough, returned to the venue again.

There was only one thing left to do at this point, and that was to write poetry.

Everyone took out their recent poems one after another, and the most outstanding ones were Bei Liyuan and Fang Yizhi from the south.

Their poems are recognized as tied for first place.

At the beginning, the four princes of the capital, who had placed high hopes on them, were all mediocre, and none of them were particularly outstanding.

Under the stage, there were two people talking in a low voice.

"Why is it different from what I thought in advance? Didn't Luo Xingchen come up with exquisite poems to win No.1?"

"Strange, in this way, our plan will be changed."

"Yeah, it's not our fault, you have to make it clear after you go out."

"None of us is responsible. With so many people watching this matter, we are not afraid of people doubting us."

"The rest will be discussed after the show is over."

The literati at the venue were all communicating, and the two of them were not conspicuous.

Luo Xingchen left the venue, circled around, and entered from behind.

Those sitting in the front are all those well-known talents, while those sitting in the back are mostly newcomers who are not well-known.

Among them, Feng Qingsu and others sat in the back.

(End of this chapter)