"you?"
Zhong Zizheng looked at Li Wenbo and shook his head secretly.
impossible!
This guy seems to have some poetic talent.
But he doesn't have the temperament that can make him write a poem of great talent and Mingzhou.
"Well!"
The other bachelors were slightly stunned.
I thought that Zhong Zizheng was pretending to be Master Lin... pretending?
However.
Li Wenbo blushed and said, "How can I be Master Lin, but I am not afraid of scaring you. I am Master Lin's only book boy!"
His tone was full of pride.
It seems to be a very honorable thing to be Lin Yi's only book boy!
"Oh? Are you his book boy?"
Zhong Zizheng felt relieved and nodded: "No wonder!"
At this moment.
Zhong Zizheng couldn't wait to see Master Lin in his heart.
The poem of inscription!
The poem on the plaque!
Even as a great Confucian, he could only look up to these three poems that were as talented as Guanzhou.
Reading level is high.
It can only mean that he studies hard and has talent.
But write poetry.
Simply, it depends on a person's talent and literary understanding.
Without a strong enough understanding and talent in the heart, it is impossible to compose poems of Guanzhou or above.
The world admires scholars who can write poems and articles.
It is because they can improve their talents and gain literary insights from their poems and articles.
"Where is this Master Lin? To be honest, uncle, I really want to visit him!"
Zhong Zizheng wanted to expose his identity as a third-grade scholar and forced Li Wenbo to lead the way.
But he knew he couldn't do this.
"He is not free now and is still recuperating. If you want to see him, you can only wait!"
Li Wenbo cast a helpless look.
"Recuperating?"
Zhong Zizheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly and said: "It's really inconvenient to disturb me, but... I'm in the guest house of Pingzhou Academy these days. If Master Lin has recovered, please help me introduce him..."
"correct!"
Zhong Zizheng took out a jade pendant from his sleeve robe, handed it to Li Wenbo, and said: "This jade pendant is for you, please don't forget..."
"No reward for no merit!"
Li Wenbo decisively returned the jade pendant to Zhong Zizheng and said seriously: "We are all scholars, please don't humiliate me with this..."
He didn't want to give anyone a clue.
If Lin Yi is offended because of this incident, the gain will really outweigh the loss.
"Yes, he is a well-educated man. Although he is a bit rigid, his moral character is unparalleled!"
Zhong Zizheng took back the jade pendant and said: "This jade pendant is not a valuable item in the first place, but... if you can go to Zhenguo Holy Courtyard in the future, this jade pendant will bring you some unexpected benefits!"
Li Wenbo's eyelids trembled.
There was a trace of heartache in his eyes.
Does this jade pendant have such benefits?
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
"Don't worry, the poem written on the plaque will not be spread to outsiders. When I see Master Lin in the future, I will definitely give him a generous gift!"
Zhongzi was smiling.
Then leave calmly.
"Hahahaha...good poetry, really good poetry!"
Outside the main hall, Zhong Zizheng's hearty laughter could be heard from a distance, and his joy was beyond words.
"Whose relative or friend is this guy? Can his jade pendant... still get benefits in the Holy Court?"
A bachelor looked unbelieving.
"Yeah, who does he think he is? The Holy Son?"
"Maybe I'm crazy about studying. Otherwise, who would break into the main hall of the academy without permission?"
"hehe!"
The other maesters laughed too.
"Okay, let's clean up the main hall and go to bed early. Two people will come to guard the main hall!"
Li Wenbo asked everyone to get busy.
He is now Lin Yi's scholar and the fourth in the academy, and many bachelors also obey him.
…
The next morning.
Lin Yi took a nap, opened his eyes in a daze, and found that it was already dawn outside the window.
"Studying can indeed increase talents. If my qualifications are good enough... wouldn't it be possible to become a saint by studying?"
Lin Yi laughed at himself.
If one could become a saint by studying, then Dayan would not have produced only one saint, Confucius.
"Master!"
Li Wenbo's voice came from outside the door: "Eat breakfast first, and later we will go to see off the deceased junior brothers..."
Lin also closed the book.
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he felt a little heavy.
Later, Li Wenbo entered the room with a food box and brought rice porridge and two steamed buns for breakfast.
"Thanks a lot!"
Lin Yi nodded toward Li Wenbo.
"Master said this, we are your book boys, this is all our job!"
Li Wenbo looked at Lin Yi with a smile.
I feel very satisfied.
Endure hardship first, enjoy happiness later!
…
On the mountainside of the academy.
The bachelors of the academy wore white Confucian shirts with white satin tied around their wrists, and some family members of the deceased bachelors wore sackcloth and mourning.
Dozens of wreaths were held up by the maester.
From a distance, it looks pure white.
Cries filled the sky and wailings filled the fields.
Twenty-three clay pots with ashes are held by twenty-three college bachelors, and the spiritual tablets are also on them.
The family members of the deceased were choking and crying on the side.
Weep bitterly for the white-haired people and send the black-haired people away.
The morning breeze is cool.
The scene is heartbreaking.
"Lin Yi hasn't come yet?"
Zheng Zhiqiu stood at the front of the funeral procession and looked in the direction of the climbing stone steps.
Seeing that the time has come.
He no longer waited and said loudly: "Climbing the mountain brings good luck, let's set off..."
The funeral procession begins to march.
He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy who was in the funeral procession, asked unexpectedly: "Why didn't Lin Yi come?"
He Wancheng said: "Isn't your elixir good?"
He Weijun said: "Impossible, Yun Shen Dan is not effective, what other elixir can be used?"
"Dean He, the eulogy that Dean Zheng asked you to help write last night...are you ready?"
He Wancheng then seemed to think of something and asked.
"Oops!"
Buzz!
He Weijun's body trembled slightly, and he frowned and said, "After meeting Master Zhong last night... I forgot about it!"
"you……"
He Wancheng was stunned at that time and said: "The families of these deceased bachelors are here, and they don't even have eulogies. I'm afraid this is not in line with etiquette!"
"I'm going to ask Zheng Zhiqiu. Isn't this old man unprepared?"
He Weijun dropped these words and walked directly to Zheng Zhiqiu.
But he hasn't spoken yet.
Zheng Zhiqiu then asked: "Dean He, have you written the eulogy I asked you to write?"
"..."
He Weijun frowned and said: "Dean Zheng, are you not prepared? Is this in line with etiquette? Do you want the dead scholars to feel uneasy in heaven?"
Zheng Zhiqiu stopped.
He looked at the academy cemetery not far away, swallowed his saliva, could not move his legs at all, and said in a panic: "I asked you to help me write a copy, you are... trying to kill me!"
…
"quick!"
Lin Yi urged Li Wenbo to follow.
Just now he learned that the hour had passed, so he took Li Wenbo and set off without even taking a few bites of breakfast.
I studied too hard last night and missed the time.
"The team has stopped!"
Li Wenbo saw the funeral procession heading to the academy cemetery and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Walk!"
Lin Yu didn't stop and walked over quickly.
He said he would send these bachelors on their last journey.
Then it would be impossible to break the promise.
He even prepared a simple eulogy, hoping that these bachelors who died unexpectedly could rest in peace.
In Dayan, scholars pay special attention to etiquette.
Especially funerals.
After all...these bachelor heroes who sacrificed their lives for the academy may be watching them.
