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

He shook his head, put the poem on his left hand, and picked up a new piece of poetry to read.

Everyone whispered,

"Brother Jifeng's poem is the most neatly written among us, and the rhythm is also good, but Mr. Siwei doesn't like it. Why is that?"

"This... is probably because Mr. Siwei values ​​connotation more."

"That makes sense. You might as well recall the frontier poem written by Mr. Siwei. The rhyme scheme is not strict, but the line 'The smoke rises straight in the desert, the sun sets over the long river' is enough to make it stand out. When writing poetry, what really matters is emotion."

"Yes."

"I think so."

……

Li Qingcha didn't say anything, and the scholars helped him find a reason.

She was speechless.

The reason why she couldn't comment on it was that Brother Jifeng used two allusions in his poem, one of which she couldn't figure out the source of, so naturally it was impossible for her to know the central theme of the poem.

Luo Weiyang looked at their expressions.

puff~

Laughing softly,

She pushed Li Qingcha's arm and said with a smile: "The moment you picked up the manuscript, you were already embarrassed."

Li Qingcha glared at her.

"Do I need you to remind me?"

"Humph! You took my kindness for granted. I was planning to pretend to have a stomachache to help you get out of this situation, but now... forget it!"

"You're already a seventh-rank, why are you pretending to have a stomachache?"

Luo Weiyang was silent.

Then she started to giggle.

"It's okay. I can just say I ate too much. I'll go out for a walk to help digest the food. Isn't it normal for me to have you accompany me?"

The little foodie said he ate too much. Is there any more reasonable excuse than this?

Li Qingcha whispered, "Then hurry up and act!"

As a result, Luo Weiyang looked away.

"No, no, I really like watching you recite poems and make sentences, it's very handsome, I like it very much."

Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜

I am extremely depressed.

She looked at the second poem in her hand again and found that there was another historical figure she didn't know, so she felt she had to give up.

Snapped--

With a dull thud, the manuscript was put back.

Someone was surprised and asked, "Is Jiezhi's poem not okay either?"

They obviously didn't expect it.

Li Qingcha shook his head and said, "It's not that the poem is bad, it's the person..."

Is this not possible?

This criticism is serious.

Everyone stared at Li Qingcha, waiting for him to say something shocking.

Li Qingcha smiled.

"A half-acre pond is like a mirror, with the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds wandering together. How can it be so clear? Because it has fresh water coming from the source."

(Note: Thoughts on Reading, Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty)

As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience fell silent.

Li Qingcha's face was calm.

"Everyone, you are all candidates, scholars of Daxia, and the future officials of Daxia. Why do you ask me for comments? Daxia scholars must be confident."

Someone immediately said, "Mr. Siwei, it's not that we don't have confidence, we just hope you can..."

"Aren't you insecure?"

"Correct."

"Then if I say this poem is not well written, are you convinced?"

"Convinced."

"How ridiculous! I don't even know what the Qianshuang mentioned in this poem is, and you're convinced?"

Everyone's first reaction was that Li Qingcha was talking nonsense.

How could I not know about the Thousand Frost Sword?!

But they soon realized the purpose of Li Qingcha's words. The implication was that they were criticizing him for assuming that Li Qingcha was better than them when they asked him for advice.

This is what lack of confidence means.

Everyone lowered their heads, feeling extremely ashamed.

Someone said: "Every word Mr. Siwei said was as sharp as a sword piercing the heart of his students."

Li Qingcha was surprised.

"It turns out that Qian Shuang is not a human... ahem... the fact that you can have this understanding means that you have realized your mistake. Poetry is an elegant thing, and it is extremely unkind to rush to ask me for comments."

"That's what sir said."

"Okay, take your poems back, and have more discussions and polish them."

"promise!"

Everyone bowed and took the manuscript back.

They were criticized by Li Qingcha, but they were not discouraged at all. Instead, they became more excited and gathered in groups of three or four to discuss their poems.

But the main point is to discuss Li Qingcha's poems.

"What a wonderful poem, 'Why is the water so clear? Because it comes from a source of fresh water'. Mr. Siwei's poem is so popular that it makes me feel like drinking ice in summer, and I feel so relaxed all over."

"But, with Mr. Siwei's generosity, would he directly say that we are the living water of the officialdom? How vulgar."

"Absolutely impossible."

"So what exactly is this poem about... well... it's a poem that encourages learning. The so-called 'living water' refers to reading new books and gaining new knowledge."

……

Everyone showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

They were extremely excited because Li Qingcha's poem encouraging learning meant that they could call themselves "Mr. Siwei's students."

Having this title will be very useful whether you are studying abroad or working in the government in the future.

The scholars' eyes became extremely fiery.

hiss……

Li Qingcha panicked and thought he had to run away.

If I continue to mess around, I'm afraid it will get more troublesome.

"A thousand ships pass by the side of a sunken ship, and a thousand trees bloom in front of a dead tree. The alternation of the old and the new is the law of the world, as the saying goes, 'get rid of the old and take in the new'. If you can understand these four words, you will achieve something."

When everyone heard Li Qingcha's golden words again, they were all stunned on the spot.

Li Qingcha took this opportunity to stand up.

"Everyone, I will not disturb your interest in today's literary gathering. Goodbye."

After saying this, she clasped her fists towards the prince.

The prince was stunned.

"Mr. Siwei, you..."

"Your Highness, I have said everything I should say. You should understand."

Understand what?

Although the prince was puzzled, he nodded anyway, so as not to appear too stupid and timid in front of Li Qingcha.

Li Qingcha laughed.

"Farewell!"

After that, he walked straight towards the door with Li Qingcha and Luo Weiyang.

When she left the main gate of Fanlou, she heard a chorus of voices coming from behind: "Teacher, I will never forget the poem you gave me! Thank you, sir!"

This group of people were completely fooled.

Chapter 520 Rumors

the next day,

August fifteen.

Li Qingcha got up,

It was already noisy outside. The sorcerers of the Imperial Observatory had no classes today, no experiments, and no report for duty. They were all on holiday.

She yawned and looked at the chat history in the group.

"Two: Four, the teacher has written another poem."

"Five: Was it written at the literary conference?"

"Five: Tell me about it."

"Two: A half-acre square pond is like a mirror, with the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds wandering together. How can it be so clear? Because it has fresh water coming from the source."

"Five: What a great poem! It's truly indescribable!"

The great monk also understands poetry?

Li Qingcha smiled and shook his head. Seeing that other people in the group were praising him crazily, he didn't take it to heart.

At this moment, Chi Weili's voice came from outside.

"Qingcha, something happened."

Li Qingcha washed his face hastily while saying, "Come in and tell me."

The door was immediately opened.

Chi Weili came in sideways and took a towel to help Li Qingcha dry her face. Her movements were as gentle as a wife's. At the same time, she said, "The news that you went to the Mid-Autumn Festival has spread."

This is normal,

Li Qingcha is now a leader in the younger generation of literary circles, with countless eyes fixed on her, so the news is bound to spread quickly.

She was puzzled.

"Is there a problem?"

Chi Weili put down the towel and started to comb Li Qingcha's hair.

"Of course there is no problem with your literary reputation spreading outside. But... there is a rumor on the street now, saying that you are the prince's man, and you went to the literary gathering yesterday to support the prince."

"Platform?"

"Yes. Because Shilin has always been the Second Prince's sphere of influence."

Li Qingcha frowned, wondering whether it was the Crown Prince or the Second Prince who spread the news.

Or the Emperor himself?

Ugh……