The most indispensable thing in the academy is paper and pen, but no one expected that Lin Pingan would need paper and pen at this time.
The students in the audience suddenly made a commotion again. They had all read Lin Ping'an's poems and naturally knew how accomplished the young dean was in poetry. However, while many people admired him, they could not help but have some doubts. .
They felt that Lin Ping'an was too young, and no matter how talented he was, it would be impossible for him to write such stunning poems.
After all, if you haven’t seen it with your own eyes, it’s normal to have a little doubt.
But when they heard Lin Pingan's voice, these people suddenly became excited.
"Is he going to compose poetry again?"
Su Mei'er exclaimed with a hint of surprise. At this moment, her eyes were blurred, and the eyes she was looking at Lin Ping'an were filled with little stars.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle."
Liu Yiyi on the side read softly in her mouth, and she remembered that that day also here, Lin Ping'an had written such a poem in public and gave it to Shi Fenglai.
That was the first time she met Lin Pingan. At that time, she just thought that this young man was really talented and his poems were indeed very good. However, she did not expect that in these short days, this young man would become a student of Zhulin Academy. Dean, and also won the favor of so many court officials.
"Don't use the hidden dragon. The discovered dragon is in the fields and the flying dragon is in the sky!"
She said silently in her heart, with a slight smile.
These three words respectively come from the Qian hexagram of the Book of Changes, and the hexagrams and lines are the ninety-two and ninety-five respectively. They represent the process of a gentleman emerging from dormancy and finally appearing in the sky.
In Liu Yiyi's heart, she had determined that Lin Ping'an was a hidden dragon that had been dormant for a long time. Now that the dragon was in the field, the flying dragon was naturally just around the corner.
She glanced at Su Meier, who was beside her with fascinated eyes, and a hint of pride rose up in her heart unconsciously, and she chuckled in her heart:
"Hmph, even if I want to be an equal wife, then I have to be ranked above this girl!"
There was a buzzing discussion under the high platform. At this moment, two disciples had already brought a table and placed it in front of Lin Ping'an. Jiang Xingzhou, holding pen and ink in his hand, could not hide the excitement in his heart and walked quickly. Arriving in front of Lin Pingan.
Lin Pingan was the first dean of Zhulin Academy. If he could compose a popular poem at the opening ceremony, it would definitely become a legend, which would not only expand the influence of the academy, but also make this person famous. The young dean has established unparalleled prestige, which is exactly what he wants to see.
However, he also knew that Lin Ping'an's calligraphy was a bit difficult to use. It would be really bad if these students saw the calligraphy in the dean's hand that was like a centipede crawling.
So he planned to let Lin Pingan read it and he would write it.
But at this moment, Yang Lian strode onto the high platform, waved to Jiang Xingzhou and said:
"You grind the ink, and I will write."
Jiang Xingzhou immediately held the brush in front of Yang Lian respectfully. With such a master, he naturally did not dare to overstep.
Everyone looked at Lin Pingan, and the buzzing discussion under the high platform also quieted down, waiting for Lin Pingan to speak.
Lin Ping'an looked solemn, lowered his head and pondered, then suddenly raised his head and read aloud:
"Kyuzhou is angry because of wind and thunder, and it is pitiful that thousands of horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. "
He finished reading it in one breath, as if he had exhaled a big mouthful of turbid air, and then he felt that the turbulent emotions in his chest gradually calmed down.
Yang Lian wrote quickly, and the tip of his pen crossed the last word. Then he put down the brush in his hand and stared carefully at the words in front of him.
Needless to say, this is a good poem. The words are ordinary, but it cannot conceal the innocent heart that longs for talents. It is perfect to use it in this academy.
"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind."
Yang Lian whispered in his mouth and nodded frequently. In his mind, he also recalled the more than two hundred years of Ming Dynasty's history. It was once an extremely glorious history, but today's Ming Dynasty is a bit precarious.
"Talents, what Ming Dynasty needs most now is indeed talents!
Lin Pingan has such an ambition, and he is indeed worthy of the title of dean. "
At this moment, he no longer had any contempt for Lin Pingan in his heart. Instead, he cupped his hands towards Lin Pingan and said in a sincere tone:
"Dean Xiao Lin, if you don't mind, I am willing to be a teacher in this academy to cultivate more talents for the Ming Dynasty."
He had said this before when he arrived, but it was just a polite word, but now this sentence comes from the heart.
Lin Ping'an always admired Yang Lian, but now he felt Yang Lian's sincerity and couldn't help but bowed very respectfully and said:
"If you can come, sir, it will be a blessing. Lin Ping'an would like to thank you on behalf of Zhulin Academy!"
Among all the people present, except for Wei Zhongxian and others who have not read books, the rest are people who have read poetry and books. At this moment, they were all infected by the emotions in Lin Ping'an's poem.
The students could not conceal their excitement, and they all praised in their hearts:
"Dean Xiao Lin is really thirsty for talents. It seems that this academy is the right one for him!"
Wei Zhongxian glared at Cui Chengxiu fiercely. If there weren't so many people here, he would have wanted to slap Cui Chengxiu directly.
Yang Lian's operation was really brilliant. Not only did he express his goodwill to Lin Pingan openly, but this move was bound to spread throughout Kyoto. The leader of the Donglin Party wrote on Lin Pingan's behalf. Didn't this tell everyone clearly? Does Ping An belong to his Donglin Party?
Yang Lian is also a literati who can think of doing this, why can't you Cui Chengxiu think of it?
"Students are indeed sinister!"
He looked at Yang Lian and cursed in his heart.
Cui Chengxiu was a little aggrieved, but also very annoyed. Why didn't she think of such an appearance?
At this time, not only him, but many people present were regretting it. The poem Lin Ping'an gave to Shi Fenglai earlier made these people jealous, because it was a good poem that could be famous throughout the ages. There is no doubt that Shi Fenglai's name will also be Along with that poem came the same celebrities through the ages.
Since ancient times, literati have cherished their reputation the most. If they had such an opportunity, they would not hesitate to lose everything.
It's a pity that such opportunities are rare. Now that they appeared today, I couldn't seize them. I really regret it.
Yan Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Ping'an on the stage quietly, her emotions a little complicated, but her pretty face was faintly warm.
The young man on the stage was so high-spirited that she felt an inexplicable sense of pride. This emotion was so strange that she herself found it baffling.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, the young master is so awesome!"
A voice came from Yan Xiaoxiao's ear. At some point, Sylvia Lin had come to her side and said with a smile to her.
"What does it have to do with me whether he's great or not?"
Yan Xiaoxiao pretended to be indifferent and said, her expression was extremely unnatural, with an unprecedented hint of trepidation.
Sylvia Lin took Yan Xiaoxiao's hand and whispered in her ear:
"I want to ask Sister Xiaoxiao a question on behalf of my young master."
Yan Xiaoxiao stared at Sylvia Lin in astonishment, but heard the latter continue to say:
"Sister Xiaoxiao once said that as long as my young master defeats you, you will marry him. Is this true?"
Yan Xiao smiled and nodded, "Of course it's true. As long as he can defeat me, I will marry him."
Sylvia Lin also nodded, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes, and said lightly:
"Since Sister Xiaoxiao has put forward the conditions, the method of the competition should naturally be decided by my young master. This should be fair, right?"
Yan Xiaoxiao nodded again, "That's natural. He can choose from horse riding, archery, or martial arts competitions. I will accompany him."
Sylvia Lin shook his head and chuckled:
"That can't be done. Since Sister Xiaoxiao has just said that the method of the competition is decided by my young master, then my young master will compete with Sister Xiaoxiao in terms of poetry writing skills."
Hearing this, Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Sylvia Lin smiled sweetly, blinked and said:
"Miss Suzaku, you keep your word, don't you think you will regret it?"
After saying this, she waved to Yan Xiaoxiao and walked back with light steps, looking very happy.
Yan Xiaoxiao stood still for a long time. She had thought that Lin Pingan would be forced to practice martial arts in order to defeat herself. She had also thought that Lin Pingan would beg the Queen or His Majesty to let her lose to Lin Pingan. She even thought that Hua Fangfang would force her to She gave up this condition, but she never thought that Lin Pingan would compare poetry with her!
"Are you kidding, writing poetry?"
"Then it's better to just admit defeat!"
Hua Fangfang looked at Yan Xiaoxiao's slumped look, and her face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum. He naturally heard what he said just now, and now he deliberately smiled at Yan Xiao and said:
"The little girl is right. The night watchman keeps his word. You can't embarrass your adoptive father."
"I......"
Yan Xiaoxiao was speechless for a moment, her heart was beating wildly, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the young man on the stage.
Lin Ping'an and Jiang Xingzhou, one on the left and one on the right, displayed the calligraphy written by Yang Lian in front of everyone.
A burst of cheers suddenly erupted under the high platform. Today's opening ceremony made everyone excited as soon as it started. It was really a good start.
In the corner of the academy, a thin young man looked at the scene in front of him quietly. The poem Lin Pingan had just written was constantly lingering in his mind, and his eyes gradually became hot.
"If our Ming Dynasty had more young talents like this, why would we be afraid of the barbarians outside the Pass? Why would the foundation created by our ancestors be so weak?"
He muttered silently in his mind and secretly clenched his fists.
Lin Ping'an walked off the platform, and Jiang Xingzhou and others were naturally responsible for the subsequent procedures, so he didn't need to worry about it anymore.
Everyone came forward to congratulate one after another. Shi Qian leaned close to Lin Pingan, pulled Lin Pingan's sleeves, pursed his lips towards the corner not far away, and said in a low voice:
"King Xin is here too!"
Lin Ping'an was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly. He looked in the direction of Shi Qiannu's mouth, but only saw a young man in Tsing Yi standing in the corner, looking in his direction.
Seeing Lin Pingan looking in his direction, the young man smiled and cupped his hands in Lin Pingan's direction.
"I'll go, King Xin, isn't this what Chongzhen will be in a few years?"
Lin Ping'an exclaimed in his heart and asked Shi Qian:
"You read that right? Are you sure that is King Xin?"
Shi Qian glanced at Lin Ping'an strangely, nodded and said:
"How could I be wrong? Who else could that person be besides King Xin? But why didn't I see him come in just now?"
Lin Ping'an couldn't care less about this issue, separated from everyone, and walked quickly towards the young man.
