About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Li Qingcha used Qi to improve his hearing.

The sound of speech is heard,

"Great! We will be able to meet Lord Li soon. Let me tell you, he is so handsome! And he is also a master of both civil and military skills. That maid from the demon tribe's envoys can only kneel down and sing "Conquer"."

"Well...I really regret not going to see the autumn hunt!"

"You are already good enough. You still have a chance to go. My father said that there are too many people at Liubukou Square and it is not convenient for a woman to show her face in public, so he stopped me."

……

Li Qingcha listened all the way and found that everyone was discussing him.

A total star chaser.

Luo Weiyang's hearing was not as good as Li Qingcha's, but she could still roughly understand what was said. She couldn't help but smile with her hands covering her lips. She poked Li Qingcha's waist with her elbow, and then winked playfully, which was extremely cute.

Li Qingcha: “…”

"Are you happy?"

"Brother Li is so charming, of course I am happy."

"I don't mean it."

"Well, of course not."

Luo Weiyang wrinkled her nose.

Li Qingcha had no idea what to do with her, so she said to the driver, "It's okay, we'll walk later."

The driver nodded, stopped the carriage in a nearby alley, and dropped off the two people.

Unexpectedly, Luo Weiyang came over consciously.

Li Qingcha was a little confused.

"What do you want to do?"

Luo Weiyang glared at her and said, "I was implicated because of you and couldn't ride in the carriage, so of course you have to take responsibility~"

It also makes sense.

Li Qingcha stretched out his hand and held Luo Weiyang's slender waist.

The next second, the wind was howling.

The whole person rose up like a dragon, lightly tapping the roof and flew towards Fanlou.

The girl raised her lips and leaned on Li Qingcha's shoulder. She glanced at the small teeth marks under his clothes and stared at the comments below such as "Why hasn't Lord Li arrived yet?"

She felt inexplicably refreshed.

Chapter 515: Sure enough, he is still that little foodie

The prince was a little anxious.

"Please be weird, why haven't you come yet?"

Fang Jingwu behind him laughed and whispered, "Your Highness, it's still early, there's no need for you to wait here. You should go back first, the Shilin Qingtan needs you to host it."

Scholars formed a forest, which is the origin of the word "Shilin".

The prince shook his head.

All those people combined were not as important as Li Qingcha. Especially after the autumn hunt, the news of the joint development of the Zhaolu River spread like wildfire, and Li Qingcha's reputation among the people soared.

Being able to bring such a person into the team is countless times better than being a sour Confucian.

Fang Jingwu looked at the prince and said nothing.

He was invited and originally didn't want to participate, but when he heard that Li Qingcha would be there, he changed his mind.

Bailu Academy does not want to get involved in the affairs of the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Seventh Prince. That is something that the ministers in the court and the sorcerers of the Imperial Observatory should be concerned about.

Fang Jingwu said, "In that case, shall I go in first to calm the guests down?"

The prince quickly bowed his hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang."

Fang Jingwu felt that he was not worthy of being a teacher, but did not correct himself and turned to go into Fanlou.

At this time, a group of scholars have already taken their seats.

When they saw Fang Jingwu, someone immediately asked, "Mr. Fang, why hasn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince come in yet? Now is a good time to recite poems, drink wine and admire the moon."

Fang Jingwu said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for Lord Li."

"Wait for him?"

"Well, don't forget that Lord Li will judge your poems and essays at this literary gathering."

When this was mentioned, everyone present was silent.

Li Qingcha is an excellent poet and lyricist, and everyone is willing to respectfully call him "Mr. Siwei", but is it really okay to let him judge everyone's work?

Not to mention that he was so young, and he had no fame after all...

Everyone's expressions were a bit complicated.

Shilin is full of thriving young trees, and if Li Qingcha, a wildly growing vine, were to evaluate them, they would definitely feel out of place.

Fang Jingwu knew what was going on.

Although he was not a fanatic fan like Bu Yan, he also had a very high opinion of Li Qingcha. He asked knowingly, "Everyone, why are you all silent all of a sudden?"

The scholars looked at each other.

Finally someone spoke up: "Mr. Li's poems are very good, but they are a little... Alas... Mr. Fang, you are a candidate, and your literary reputation is far-reaching, so it would be nice to let you be the judge."

"Imperial examination, huh... What do you want to compete with Lord Li in? Copying scriptures? Interpretation of scriptures? Policy questions?"

"No, no, how dare we have such thoughts."

He seemed to be denying it, but the expression on his face was completely opposite to what he said.

Fang Jingwu said: "Today's literary gathering is, to put it bluntly, a gathering of literati. We are not discussing the merits of poetry. We just speak our minds to what we have in mind."

No one could figure out the deeper meaning of these words and no one expressed their opinion.

Fang Jingwu chuckled.

"None of you disagree? Then let's talk about the human race and the demon race?"

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, let's talk about these..."

"The autumn hunt just ended with Daxia's complete victory. Isn't it a good idea for us to talk about this matter?"

This makes sense.

The scholars were convinced and nodded frequently.

Someone said, "Please ask Mr. Fang to give the questions."

Fang Jingwu waved his hand.

"I am just a student at the White Egret Academy. How can I have the ability to ask questions? However, after this autumn hunt, the first question that everyone thinks of should be why our human race was able to win."

“This is a very interesting question.”

"No one objects, right? In that case, please speak freely."

Fang Jingwu sat up straight.

"..."

"..."

"..."

There was a brief silence.

Soon, someone stood up.

"Daxia governs the world with Confucianism, valuing etiquette over profit and advocating morality. But what about the demons? Everything the demons do is short-sighted, and they only care about profit. From top to bottom, everyone is pursuing profit, but they will not get what they want."

This person must have been preparing for the draft a long time ago.

He spoke in a rhythmic and steady pace, without any stuttering, and was very infectious.

Someone clapped his hands and said, "Colorful!"

Fang Jingwu glanced at the other person and thought that if Li Qingcha heard this, he would definitely complain harshly.

He said: “Is it wrong to pursue profit?”

The man replied: "The pursuit of profit will only lead people astray, and social morality will be lost."

“My question is…is it wrong to pursue profit?”

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

Someone said: "Mr. Fang thinks that pursuing profit is right?"

Fang Jingwu smiled and said, "I won't comment on right or wrong. I just want to say that your opinions should be clear, right? Otherwise, you will just keep repeating the same thing and it will be difficult to attack or defend."

This is not without reason.

But few people in the literati would keep their words final. Otherwise, when they become officials in the future, if something they say goes against the emperor's ideas and people bring up past issues, it would be really troublesome.

So, the person who spoke just now sat down obediently.

Fang Jingwu complained in his heart and was about to continue talking when he heard laughter coming from outside the door.

Everyone looked at it,

The prince led Li Qingcha and Luo Weiyang in.

The one who laughed was Luo Weiyang.

Fang Jingwu stood up.

"Your Highness, Mr. Siwei, and Miss Luo."

Others followed suit and said hello.

Fang Jingwu asked: "Why did Miss Luo laugh just now?"

Li Qingcha glared at Luo Weiyang, signaling the little girl to be careful with her words, otherwise it would easily cause trouble.

Luo Weiyang winked playfully, looking very clever.

She said, "Do you know how much a mooncake costs?"

In one word, no one present could do it.

Li Qingcha was helpless, thinking that this girl really wanted to stir up trouble. She should just attend a literary gathering properly, but she had to make it as serious as a teacher's class.

She coughed lightly.

"Weiyang, we are all scholars and have never been tainted by the smell of money."

Luo Weiyang's face was full of joy.

"Can this also be called money-grubbing? The Seventh Prince knows it all."

Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜

Even without seeing it, one can imagine the stiff expression on the prince's face.

Unexpectedly, the prince was the first to break the ice with a smile and asked, "How did Seventh Brother know? Ah... I knew it, it should be when we were in Bozhou, right? Seventh Brother had to raise funds and supervise the accounts at that time, so he must have come into contact with these things."

Luo Weiyang nodded.

"That's it."

"But I guess mooncakes are just an example because today is Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Your Highness is really smart."

The prince laughed.