Jiaohua

Not long after Wang Gu and Zhao Tang left, Dongping Academy sent a greeting card. Six gentlemen were going to visit the mansion tomorrow.

Xia Zhaoyi just accepted the letter when Mr. Yang, the dean of Lianfeng Academy, came.

Dean Yang came over with five articles and a dozen draft notices and related matters related to the literary trend.

These five articles each have new ideas and are all excellent. They can't choose the best one, they can't rank them, and there's a lot of controversy.

The notices and related information about the Xingwen Chao came from letters sent by Xia Zhaoyi in Hejing.

Regarding the rising literary trend, President Yang spoke highly of it. If the study of "Going to the World" is for the learned people who are vindictive, then the rising literary trend belongs to people all over the world, regardless of whether they have learned or not. No matter rich or poor.

Several gentlemen who came with Mr. Yang were also full of praise. They chatted until it was completely dark before leaving.

They left with their front feet, and behind them, the new governor of Hengxiang, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came to see them.

After they finally left, Lin Shuanglan, Tu Xiaoxi and Feng An'an quietly poked their heads outside and looked into the teahouse.

The girl's thin and slender silhouette was sitting on a chair, her head lowered and she was reading an article. She was not tired at all, and her back was straight and straight.

Hearing the commotion, Xia Zhaoyi turned around and saw the three of them. She put the article aside and smiled at them.

Lin Shuanglan and the others entered and also smiled: "Miss Ah Li."

Xia Zhaoyi said, "You want to see me if you have anything?"

The three girls looked at each other, and Lin Shuanglan said softly: "It's the women's barracks... The three of us want to go too."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said: "Falcon Camp is not a women's camp."

"Ah?" Feng Anan was stunned, "Didn't you say that we only accept female soldiers?"

"Well, we only accept female soldiers. Have you three signed up today?"

Feng Anan stuck out his tongue: "The queue is too long. We waited in line for several hours and still didn't get our turn..."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked at Tu Xiaoxi: "Xiaoxi, are you going to line up too?"

"Well, I went too."

"You don't have to go tomorrow. The barracks needs a lot of civil servants. You can go directly to Mr. Du Xuan and let Mr. Du Xuan make arrangements for you."

Tu Xiaoxi was overjoyed and his eyes brightened: "Miss Ali, you mean, I'm a soldier of the Falcon Battalion!"

"It's a civil servant." Xia Zhaoyi smiled.

Lin Shuanglan and Feng Anan looked on with envy, and Xia Zhaoyi said to them: "If you can also work hard to practice good calligraphy, I will also open the back door for you."

Feng Anan wondered: "I don't like writing, so I'd better practice strength."

Xia Zhaoyi said: "It doesn't matter if you specialize in arts or crafts. If you also love writing and are strong, that would be even better."

Lin Shuanglan saw that the coffee table beside Xia Zhaoyi was full of articles and books, and knew that she still had a lot of things to do, so she didn't want to disturb her. After chatting for a few more words, she and Feng An'an Tu Xiaoxi resigned and left.

Xia Zhaoyi picked up the unfinished article, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and continued reading.

The lights in the teahouse were always bright, and countless pairs of eyes looked across Shunyu Lake from a distance. From dusk to late at night, the lights remained on.

On the other side of the lake, several pairs of eyes were looking at Wenhe upstairs.

Behind these pairs of eyes are the scribes who are arguing endlessly.

The study of the world is coming to an end. Wenhe Building, which was once full of people, is now mostly empty.

Those who stayed were all very talented and learned. On one side, they refused to obey anyone, and on the other side, they were able to form groups and form factions.

Some are divided according to regional language family, some are divided according to like-minded people, and some are divided into high and low birthplaces.

The names of the Six Tea Scholars, the Nine Guests from Jiangnan, and the Seven Talents from Zhuzhou are particularly famous.

And the reason why they sometimes quarrel, even just a small detail, is infinitely magnified, and can rise to the level of astronomy and geography, or treason and betrayal of the ancestors.

Now, these people are quarreling again, citing scriptures and drawing analogies, trying to decide who is better or worse.

Zhili was sitting in the corner, dressed as a bachelor and wearing a hat.Beside him is Yao Zhen from Dongping Academy.

After running around for the death of his friend Zhuo Changzong, Yao Zhen is now gradually getting some important use from Wang Fengnian in Hengxiang.

Now, Zhili and Yao Zhen kept looking at the three people standing in front of the window.

The noise in the lobby downstairs became more and more fierce. One person stood up and slapped the table, arguing with others until his face turned red.

Everyone in the audience looked at it, but the three people were indifferent.

"Young Master Zhi." A very soft voice sounded from behind Zhi Li.

Zhili turned around and recognized the man from Zhiyu Shuixie.

The visitor handed over a letter: "I have been searching for a long time, and finally found the young master. This is what the big boss asked me to give you."

Zhili picked it up and said gently: "Thank you."

The letter was written by Shu Xiaoqing to Xia Zhaoyi. Looking at it line by line, his handsome thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Damn it..." Zhili said softly.

Yao Zhen didn't want to ask about the things in other people's letters, so he just said: "Isn't the things mentioned in the letters very serious?"

"Oh, that's not the case," Zhili put it away, "I'm so angry with these people. Why don't you let my little senior sister take a breath? How tired I am."

Thinking of the girl's neat, refreshing and calm appearance, Yao Zhen admired her and said: "Miss Ah Li is an extraordinary person. There is only one like her in a hundred years."

Zhili Qingyi smiled: "Hey, it doesn't matter whether it's been a hundred years or a thousand years, whether it's one person or a hundred people, it's just a false name. My little senior sister doesn't like it, so who cares. Look at the people in the lobby, Let the fight go to my little senior sister, who has to take care of who is superior?"

Yao Zhen smiled: "Young Master Zhi is also a free and easy person."

Zhili looked at the backs of the three people: "Since there are many things to do, I won't wait any longer. I will go and take down these three people. But this interrogation may trouble you."

Yao Zhen said hurriedly: "I am very lucky to be able to do things for Miss Ah Li, not to mention trouble."

"Haha, it's not like that, let's go!"

Zhi Li glanced at him, and the Xia family soldiers who were sitting not far away from him, who looked more scholarly, and also pretended to be literati, stood up, quietly walked towards the window, and took the three people away.

Yao Zhen then followed.

Zhili went to the window where the three people were standing, and looked across Shunyu Lake to the Zhiyu Waterside Pavilion in the distance. From this angle, he could see clearly clearly.

Zhili opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it gently in front of him. Thinking about the content of the letter, his expression became serious.

Shu Xiaoqing is Shu Yuezhen's niece. Shu Yuezhen has been working for Yan Qinglin, and Chu Zheng was once Yan Qinglin's assassin.

When news of Chu Zheng's death spread back, to Yan Qinglin, who had already suffered a huge loss of troops and generals, it was just the death of a traitor.

However, the place where Chu Zheng died attracted the attention of others.

These other people didn't know that Chu Zheng had betrayed Yan Qinglin.

Now it is equivalent to Yan Qinglin being accidentally hit and involved.

The letter mentioned that more and more of Yan Qinglin's men were dying. In addition to the group that died tragically in Hejing, there were countless casualties in various places this month.

One of the people who was lucky enough to be alive claimed that there was an old man who was cunning, ruthless, and extremely skilled in martial arts. He called himself Fang.

This old man surnamed Fang will be Hengxiang in the future.

It was this sentence that made Zhili unhappy now.

The Fang family headed by Fang Zhenwan, who was killed by the junior sister in Hengxiang before, also had the surname Fang.

If the Jin family is the craftsmen of those people, then the Fang family is the killers of those people.

The Fang family has been practicing martial arts for generations, and there are many masters among them. Yan Qinglin's assassins said that someone with extremely high martial arts skills, Ziliang was thinking about what kind of master he would be.