"As expected." Zhang Qingchen actually just saw a room full of eminent scholars, and Mr. Da wanted to question them. He almost knew what the reason was.
The two poems written by Fang Yi were both shocking works and caused various strange phenomena, which obviously alarmed the great masters of the Confucian Sage Palace and many great Confucian scholars.
"Return to the great scholar." Zhang Qingchen's mind changed quickly and he quickly replied: "Both poems were written by Fang Yi."
Afraid that many scholars would not know who Fang Yi was, Zhang Qingchen explained again: "It's the son-in-law Fang Yi who married Luo Qingyi, the daughter of Luo Shenhou."
The scholars present were not surprised, but showed expressions like "It's really him."
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, these great scholars basically guessed Fang Yi's identity, because both poems were written to Luo Qingyi, and who else could it be besides Fang Yi.
"It's really easy." Xu Shoucheng was slightly startled at this time, thinking in his heart: "This guy has such a poetic talent, how come he has never heard Qing Yi say it before?"
"What do you think of this kid?" Thinking of this, Xu Shoucheng couldn't help but ask.
As a sixth-level bachelor with the ability to discern talents, Xu Shoucheng asked because he wanted to see what Zhang Qingchen, who had been in contact with Fang Yi, thought of Fang Yi.
"The students believe that this Fang Yike is really a genius. He was born in a humble family and lived a lucky life under the rule of barbarians. However, he is talented and intelligent. He is not only literate but also hard-working. I heard that after he married into the Luo family, I often study hard day and night, and with such poetic talent and such students, our Confucianism and Taoism will flourish!!" Zhang Qingchen made no secret of his appreciation for Fang Yi at this time.
"Before going to the Confucian Sage Palace, I had an exchange with Fang Yi. This boy is humble and orderly, with the demeanor of an ancient gentleman. He may achieve great achievements in the future."
He really admired Fang Yi, and he always felt that Fang Yi might have more terrifying potential.
He is humble and has a gentleman's demeanor, and he is diligent and studious. He is also a natural talent. It is almost certain that he will achieve success in the future.
After hearing what Zhang Qingchen said, many great scholars present had a preliminary impression of Fang Yi. Many great scholars had a very good impression of Fang Yi.
Don't rely on your talent and be arrogant, but be modest and graceful. In time, you will become a great Confucian again.
"Does Fang Yi have a master?" At this moment, Great Scholar Zhao Zhe also asked.
"Returning to the Confucian scholar." Zhang Qingchen replied respectfully: "Fang Yi has entered the realm of Confucianism and Taoism, and he has learned from his master."
Then, Zhang Qingchen told all the great scholars present what he had asked about Fang Yi's master before leaving.
"Oh?" Great Scholar Zhao Zhe suddenly became interested and asked, "I wonder where he learned from?"
Zhang Qingchen hesitated for a moment, then replied: "I heard from Fang Yi that he is a disciple of Zhou Sheng's sect and is a disciple of Confucian Zhao Zhe."
"What?"
"Can you say that again??"
"What did you say??"
"who?"
"Whose disciple did you come from? Who did you learn from??"
At this time, all the great scholars' eyes were focused on Zhang Qingchen, and terrifying pressure erupted from his body.
Zhang Qingchen suddenly felt that his legs were weak and he almost fell to his knees. His teacher took action. He just stood next to Zhang Qingchen. Zhang Qingchen suddenly felt the spring breeze turn into rain, and the strong pressure from before disappeared instantly. Invisibly.
However, Hu Yu's eyes were fixed on Zhang Qingchen at this moment: "Tell me, Fang Yi, who did you learn from??"
Zhang Qingchen took a few deep breaths at this time. He really didn't understand why these great scholars reacted so much. Aren't they just the same disciples?
It doesn’t matter who he is taught by, doesn’t it suffice if he is a Confucian and Taoist among us?
That's what he thought, but Zhang Qingchen still stood up straight and replied again: "Returning to the great scholars, Fang Yi said that he studied under Zhou Sheng's sect and is a disciple of great scholar Zhao Zhe."
In fact, everyone heard clearly just now, but they still wanted to confirm again, so they asked again. This time, after hearing Zhang Qingchen's definite answer, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Zhe.
"What are you looking at me for?" Zhao Zhe frowned, "I don't know anything, I really don't know."
Zhao Zhe, who likes to be a father, no, he likes to be a teacher, is very aggrieved at this time. He doesn't know when he accepted Fang Yi as his disciple, otherwise he would not ask about Fang Yi's apprenticeship in front of everyone.
It looked a bit like Versailles, as if I was filling a glass in front of others.
But it's okay not to use this cup, after all, he really doesn't know that Fang Yi is his apprentice.
But seeing the animals in front of him, each of them looked suspicious and contemptuous, Zhao Zhe hesitated to speak. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.
Even the big man on the high platform cast an inquiring look at him.
But at this moment, he seemed to notice that the situation on the court was a bit awkward, and Hu Yu took the lead to break the situation: "Qingchen, do you know who the great scholar was who asked you just now?"
Zhang Qingchen shook his head: "Disciple doesn't know."
Hu Yu looked at Zhao Zhe with a smile but not a smile: "This is the great scholar Zhao Zhe!"
"Ah!" Zhang Qingchen was startled, and then an uncontrollable thought came out in his mind: "Damn it, the great scholar Zhao Zhe is filling the cup. He is pretending in front of others, no, in front of all the great scholars, and in front of Mr. Da. cup!"
"He clearly knew that Fang Yi was his disciple, and he deliberately said it through my mouth. The purpose was to show off his disciple's amazing talent in front of many great scholars. Okay, so you are such a great scholar. You are so kind. Machine!"
Other great scholars also thought the same way: "He is so good at holding cups, and he was allowed to hold them."
"No, when he asked this question just now, he clearly didn't know that Fang Yi was his disciple. How could the great scholar lie?"
Zhang Qingchen's mind was racing, but he didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere became subtle.
After a long time, Master Zhao Zhe finally spoke: "Everyone, Zhao did not do this intentionally, but Zhao really does not know Fang Yi's inheritance."
"Fill the cup, you continue filling the cup, and we will quietly watch you fill the cup."
At this time, all the great scholars had the same idea and looked at Zhao Zhe coldly. No one said anything, they just looked at him coldly.
Even Xu Shoucheng said sourly: "Zhao Zhe, the great scholar, really has a good eye. The apprentice he accepted is so talented. It's really enviable."
Xu Shoucheng spoke! !
The eyes of the other scholars suddenly became playful.
Who doesn't know that Luo Qingyi is Xu Shoucheng's disciple? Well, now Luo Qingyi's husband has become a disciple of Zhao Zhe. Thinking about it, it seems that Xu Shoucheng is the one who should be angry the most.
"Brother Shoucheng has been stolen from the tower." Many great scholars were thinking at this time.
Zhao Zhe was startled at this time and looked at Xu Shoucheng: "You are so thick-browed and big-eyed, but you are actually starting to hate me."
"Fight, fight." Zhang Qingchen suddenly started to look forward to it. He was looking forward to these big guys fighting in front of him.
Zhao Zhe stopped talking at this time and acted completely like a cow. If you say whatever you want, I will pretend that I can't hear you.
When Zhao Zhe didn't speak, the scholars immediately felt a sense of boredom. He had been resisting just now, but he suddenly stopped resisting.
It seemed that the force was hitting the cotton, and there was no way to directly attack Zhao Zhe personally.
What should we do? Everyone is so anxious! !
Until, a certain great scholar suddenly fixed his eyes on Zhang Qingchen.
Zhang Qingchen was smiling and expecting the big guys to start a fight and start a fight in public, but now a sudden look was directed at him, which instantly made Zhang Qingchen feel something bad in his heart.
"No, it doesn't seem to be good." Zhang Qingchen thought to himself. He wanted to run away and just run away.
But before he could make any move, the great scholar suddenly spoke: "Zhang Qingchen, let me ask you, when your master taught you to practice calligraphy well, why didn't you practice calligraphy as a student??"
Zhang Qingchen's vision went dark, and he almost lost his breath: "It's over, what is supposed to come will always come."
"Master, save me!!!" Zhang Qingchen shouted in his heart.
"Huh?" Zhang Qingchen was startled. He could no longer see where Hu Yu was going: "Where is the master? Where is the master?"
Hu Yu didn't know when he had quietly fled away. At this time, he stood with the great scholars and stayed away from his apprentices.
"It's over." Zhang Qingchen's eyes turned completely dark.
As soon as the great scholar said this, all the great scholars' eyes were focused on Zhang Qingchen. Zhao Zhe had just filled the cup for him, and the other great scholars were very unhappy, really, very unhappy.
Very good, your handwriting is not good, right? Then it’s up to you, let me vent all my anger to you.
"Zhang Qingchen, do you know that those two poems are eternal poems and shocking masterpieces!!" A great scholar said sadly.
Zhang Qingchen didn't dare to speak, so he could only obey.
"Do you know that for this kind of poetry, the first person to write it is the first person to publish it, and it will be famous throughout the ages!!" Another great scholar said.
Zhang Qingchen lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed.
"Those ancient poems have been ruined because of your calligraphy, do you know that??" A great scholar spat in confusion: "Let me ask you, how do you practice calligraphy?? Hmm? Can what you write be called calligraphy? ??”
Zhang Qingchen completely buried his head in admitting his mistake without saying a word.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why the master had told him alone when he came in just now. He had to accept verbal criticism and admit his mistakes sincerely.
But Zhang Qingchen had a clear mind, these old guys were criticizing him one by one, it was just what they wanted to write.
If they can't write it, they start to criticize me.
What can I do? I am just a great scholar, they are all great scholars! !
Zhang Qingchen secretly swore in his heart: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully a poor scholar. When I become a great scholar in the future, I will..."
At this time, Zhang Qingchen's heart was in turmoil, but he did not dare to refute a word. He could only listen to the scoldings of the great scholars at this time, just like the hawkers in the vegetable market, and kept nodding and admitting his mistake, saying I was wrong, I was wrong.
Until a certain moment, Zhang Qingchen suddenly heard a familiar voice.
Zhang Qingchen looked up and almost cried.
Because at this time, his mentor Hu Yu, the great scholar, was pointing at his nose and yelling: "If the snot falls out of your mouth, you will know to throw it away. If the sow hits the tree, you will know that it is turned. Now these great scholars are beginning to educate you, and you will know to change it." , what were you doing when I was teaching you!!??”
