"Dean..."
Zhang Dong looked at He Weijun blankly.
He also wanted to say a few words to Lin Yi, but was forced out of Caishikou by He Weijun.
"Lin Yi, congratulations. Remember to come to the county office with Wenbo later..."
Zhang Dong's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Dean He, are you so afraid that I will return this jade pendant to him?"
Lin Yi stroked the jade pendant, and it felt as warm and moist as jade.
In fact, he also knew that the purpose of He Weijun's gift of the jade pendant was simply for the sake of Qian Qingwen and Qian Qingshu.
Their family is a prominent family in Nanxiang Prefecture and has connections in the Imperial Academy.
He chopped off Qian Qingwen's head and destroyed Qian Qingshu's literary heart.
The Qian family will never let him go.
And He Weijun's jade pendant will more or less scare the Qian family.
'Thank you! '
Lin Yi looked at He Weijun's leaving figure and felt unmoved. That was a lie.
After all.
He is just an eighth-grade scholar, the kind of person who can be lost in the crowd if he is thrown into a crowd of scholars.
But He Weijun seemed to be particularly fond of him.
"No, this old man's importance in Lin Yi's heart is even greater than that of me!"
"This old man moved too fast. Now that Lin Yi has passed this big hurdle, he can't wait to give the academy to Lin Yi. This is a desperate move!"
He Wancheng was also thinking about what to give.
Also give me the dean’s token?
It's so meaningless to follow the trend, and it's almost impossible to have any weight in Lin Yi's heart.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Lin Yi, you're not too young now. It's a good time for the male senior to get married. Look..."
He Wancheng planned to broker a marriage for Lin Yixian.
His daughter is particularly nice.
She is beautiful and virtuous, and she and Lin Yi are not much different in age. They are a perfect match.
But he wasn't finished yet.
Zhong Zizheng grabbed his shoulder and threw him aside. When he opened his eyes again, he found that... he was no longer in Caishikou, Lindong County.
The surroundings are antique.
The aroma of books fills the air, and everything around me feels very familiar.
He...actually returned to his Qingping Academy.
"Master Zhong, you...you ruined my future!"
He Wancheng was filled with grief and anger.
His realm is beginning to loosen now. Just like what He Weijun said, this is indeed a great opportunity.
But now the opportunity has been missed directly.
But soon.
He Wancheng was also a little happy: "It's good to come back, I can have my daughter meet him in the capital!"
He walked out of the room and went directly to his daughter He Yourong's small courtyard.
"Rongrong!"
"Dad went down the mountain this time and found a good husband for you!"
He directly stated his intention.
Then a few words were blasted out of the room, mixed with a strong aura, He Wancheng said quickly: "Literature is prohibited here!"
The art of writing and writing disappears in an instant.
call out!
call out!
Then the door opened, and several pillows flew out of the room, hitting He Wancheng on the head.
"Rong Rong, this uncle is so kind!"
…
Caishikou, Lindong County.
"Where's Dean He?"
Lin was also surprised to see He Wancheng disappear as soon as Zhong Zizheng took a photo.
Zhong Zizheng said: "He has returned to the academy!"
"So fast?"
Lin Yi was startled.
But considering that Zhong Zi is the Holy Son of the Holy Academy, and his cultivation level is at least third grade, it is too normal to have such a method.
He was immediately relieved.
It was good that He Wancheng was sent away, otherwise he would be given some gifts later and he really didn't want to accept them.
No reward for no merit.
Besides, he was targeting the bachelors of Qingping Academy this time, so it was somewhat difficult to look directly at He Wancheng.
"Lin Yi, your ambition is too big, it's almost impossible to achieve!"
Zhong Zi was staring at Lin Yi and said seriously: "You should know that the ambition of establishing an eighth-level life is related to whether you can become a third-level scholar!"
"A great Confucian must be one who successfully implements his great aspirations!"
"Your ambition is too great. If you fail to realize it, I'm afraid you will never reach the level of a fourth-grade gentleman for the rest of your life!"
Zhong Zizheng was very conflicted.
He was very shocked and praised Lin Yi's ambition.
It can be said.
It perfectly explains what readers should do.
On the other hand, it is particularly regrettable.
Because Lin Yi has to do this unless he becomes a true first-class saint.
But if you can't even enter the third level, how can you become a saint?
This is a dead question.
Lin Yi looked at Zhong Zizheng and said: "Do your best and obey fate!"
As long as he moves forward towards this goal.
leftover.
It depends on destiny.
He does not have to be a saint, as long as what he does can influence some scholars, that is enough.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
No one has done it before, no one dares to do it.
Now he does it and dares to do it!
"Your ambition has been echoed by the world and the world. No matter how much I say, it's useless!"
Zhong Zizheng looked at Lin Yi and said, "I admired your poetic talent before, but now I appreciate your character even more!"
"It's a pity that now that you have made such a great wish, it is not easy for me to kidnap you to the Holy Court!"
Zhong Zi was shaking his head and smiling bitterly, feeling a little lonely.
He really liked Lin Yi, but the more he liked him, the less he wanted him to be destroyed.
Think about it.
Zhong Zizheng took off the jade ring on his thumb and said, "You and I are destined, so I will give you this jade ring!"
"It's not a valuable item, but it might be useful to you!"
After saying this.
Zhong Zizheng also had the intention of leaving.
He then looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said: "In Lindong County, I also found a person who is very good at poetry, slightly better than you, and wrote the poem Guanfu. I am going to find him!" "
"Poetry of Guanfu?"
Lin Yi was stunned.
In Lindong County, besides his "Guan Ju" is a poem about Guanfu, who else is?
"Master Zhong!"
Lin Yi shouted.
But before he could speak, Zhong Zizheng had already disappeared.
He came quickly and left very quickly.
Lin Yi looked at the jade ring in his hand and felt a lot for a while.
He could see that Zhongzi was a person who loved poetry.
And he doesn't have any airs that a holy son should have. Whether in Pingzhou Academy or here, Zhong Zizheng favors him.
He knew that Zhong Zi was looking for the poem of Guanfu, and through questioning, he would definitely find it.
After all, so many city residents have seen it.
That being the case.
Might as well confess to him.
Lin Yi knew that he would not be able to call Zhong Zizheng back, so he unfolded the poem scroll in his sleeve robe.
The unique fluctuations in Guanfu's poetry spread immediately.
next moment.
Zhong Zizheng, who had just left the market entrance, suddenly saw a particularly bright red light on the calligraphy map spread out in his left hand.
"It's actually where you were just now? It's the poem of Guanfu!"
Zhong Zizheng was extremely excited.
He took a step forward and disappeared.
When it reappears.
A smile appeared on his face and he followed the red light's guidance to the market entrance.
"Master Zhong!"
Lin Yi held the poem "Guan Ju" in his hand, looked at Zhong Zizheng who was looking down at the calligraphy map with a smile, and shouted.
"kindness?"
Zhong Zizheng was stunned for a moment, looked up at Lin Yi, frowned and said, "Why are you still here? Those people have dispersed!"
Lin Yi shook the poem scroll in his hand and said, "Junior is waiting for you!"
"What are you waiting for me to do? I have said everything that needs to be said!"
Zhong Zizheng was concentrating on that brilliant poem and didn't think too much about it.
In his opinion.
The most talented poems in Guanfu are at least written by gentlemen or great scholars. Lin Yi stumbled upon three good poems by mistake.
It is impossible to have the support of talent to write poems that are full of talent.
So I didn't think about Lin Yi.
"The student has something to tell Master Zhong!"
Lin Yixiao looked at Zhong Zizheng, unfolded the poem scroll in his hand, and said, "Is this the Guanfu poem that Master Zhong is looking for?"
Zhong Zizheng's body shook violently, and his eyes almost popped out.
ha?
What the hell?
(Please remind me more so that my sister will be more motivated!)
