The first person to take the stage to give a lecture was a scholar from Dongling Academy.
Those who have the courage to go on stage to preach are those who have enough confidence and are really confident.
Although the literati here are still young, most of them are well versed in economics, and they can distinguish between good and bad classics and their meanings.
The scholar is talking about a partial school's "Book of Changes". After talking about a paragraph, he also has some new ideas of his own.
After the scholar finished his speech and left the stage, Feng Qingyan, Dou Jinhan, Zhang Anbang and others came on stage one after another to explain their understanding of the meaning of the scriptures.
Although their schools of thought have differences, they generally follow the words of the sage, adding their own understanding.
At this time, Luo Xingchen also came on stage.
Everyone's eyes turned to Luo Xingchen.
However, many of them contained some kind of malicious intent, and Luo Xingchen could feel it.
The reason is actually very simple, because he became a disciple of Mr. Yuelu Zhang Taiyue.
Zhang Taiyue has accumulated a lot of notoriety among literati.
All this bad reputation has now been transferred to Luo Xingchen.
But that's okay.
It is normal in this era for a disciple to bear the cause and effect for his master.
Before Luo Xingchen started speaking, someone was already whispering below.
"Mr. Yuelu can actually accept him as his disciple."
"Could it be that this person was harmed? Although this person is young, his talent cannot be underestimated."
"You can't say for sure from now on. If you worship Zhang Taiyue as your teacher, even if you enter the court, you won't be able to do anything, or even stand firm."
"It's not that you can't stand still. After all, Luo Xingchen's background is too solid, but it's definitely possible that he's stuck at every step and can't get anything done."
"..."
Facing the malicious intent, Luo Xingchen calmly began to tell the meaning of his scriptures.
The focus of what he talked about was to investigate things and understand their 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 Neo-Confucian school, those who have already been deeply involved in it, are naturally not within the scope of his struggle. What he wants to talk about is those literati who are neutral.
Among the literati sitting below, there are also many who are neutral. Although they also study the academics of various schools, they have not really gone deep into a certain sect.
In other words, they can still understand the truth.
After finishing speaking, some people already had thoughtful expressions on their faces.
After all, what Luo Xingchen learned is its own theory, and it is not without basis.
In particular, today's various technological innovations in Daqi are in line with this theory.
Those knowledgeable and ideal literati will not blindly obey authority, but will follow the truth more.
Luo Xingchen came down from the stage without enthusiastic cheering, almost indifferent.
The following articles are not too outstanding, but more of them are quite satisfactory.
After this session was over, it was already noon.
"You talented men, the time has come. After the dinner, you can write poems." The British Duke Zhao Shang said loudly.
Many people had finally waited for this moment, and they were already ravenous with hunger, especially Feng Qingsu from the Feng family, who was even hungrier.
On the other hand, Feng Meiyu's face remained the same as usual, not much changed.
"Second brother, aren't you hungry?" Feng Qingsu asked.
"Fortunately, I had breakfast at home before going out in the morning." Feng Meiyu said.
"Didn't you say 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 understand clearly." Feng Meiyu shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand.
Feng Qingsu turned around and saw that Feng Yu seemed to be normal.
"Brother, don't look at me, I've eaten too." Feng Yu said calmly.
Well, Feng Qingsu doesn’t want to talk anymore.
In the end, he discovered that he was the only one who was unlucky.
The venue in the British government palace is large enough to hold many banquets at the same time. There are only a hundred literati, enough to entertain them properly.
…
In a private room, Qi Xingyun frowned slightly.
"Wang Yun, you said that boy is a bit ostracized. His job is not good. Did I do something wrong?"
"Your Majesty is naturally wise, and every move has deep meaning. I believe Admiral Luo can tide over the difficulties." Wang Yun said with a smile.
If there is no one in the world who understands the emperor's thoughts best than him.
But even though he was the emperor's confidant, he still couldn't say everything. He had always mastered the skill of talking.
"Yes, if you don't go through ups and downs, you can't take on a big responsibility. I've set up tests in many ways. It's up to you who can pass the test and make it to the end."
Qi Xingyun was thoughtful.
Recently, he did a big thing. He recruited many men of suitable age from close branches of the clan into the palace, specially arranged for masters to teach them, and gave them many tests.
These were all stated openly, and the various controversies caused in the court led to an uproar in private.
In private, the undercurrent is surging, and those who are hiding are showing some clues.
However, no one knew that he was also secretly assessing Luo Xingchen.
Only by passing his test can you proceed to the next step.
Back then, he fought his way out of a group of princes, not a flower in the greenhouse. Only then did he stabilize the building that was about to collapse, and now he is considered the master of ZTE.
"Wang Yun, go ask someone to fry me some side dishes. Don't make them too greasy. I'll continue to watch them in the afternoon."
Qi Xingyun ordered.
In the afternoon, there is a poetry competition, which is the least controversial and the most obvious struggle.
According to Qi Xingyun's instructions, after the British Duke Zhao Shang got the news, he immediately came to keep an eye on it and asked the best cook in the house to cook.
After frying, he personally carried it to the box.
…
In the afternoon, everyone who had eaten and drank enough returned to the venue again.
There is only one thing left at this time, and that is to write poetry.
Everyone took out the poems they had written recently, and the most outstanding among them were Beiliyuan and Fang Yizhi from the south.
Their poems were recognized as joint first.
As for the four young masters in the capital who had high hopes at the beginning, they were all mediocre and none of them was particularly outstanding.
Under the stage, two people were talking in low voices.
"Why is it different from what I thought in advance? Didn't I say that Luo Xingchen would come up with an exquisite poem to win the first place?"
"It's strange. If this happens, our plans will change."
"Yeah, it's not our fault. You should make it clear when you get out."
"We are all responsible. With so many people watching, we are not afraid of anyone doubting us."
"We'll talk about the rest after the show is over."
Everyone at the venue was communicating with each other, and the two of them were not conspicuous.
Luo Xingchen left the venue, walked around in a circle, and came in from the back.
Those sitting in the front are all well-known talents, while those sitting in the back are mostly newcomers who are not well-known.
Among them, Feng Qingsu and others were sitting in the back.
