Deng Tai'a and Zhong Zizheng, who had just come in, began to study it carefully. As soon as they read the opening chapter, they felt as if the lid of the heavenly spirit had been opened and the wind was pouring in.
My whole body felt cold and numb.
"Strange book!"
"Book of Saints!"
Zhong Zizheng and Mrs. Deng could not help but exclaim, their eyes glowing green.
They suddenly became extremely hungry and thirsty, crying for food, but the article seemed not thick enough, so they did not dare to read it quickly.
Worry that after studying, everything will become boring.
Read it word for word.
Even one word was broken down and read, and the aftertaste was endless for a while, like tasting the food and wine in the world.
carefree!
dripping!
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the academy.
After the Dean of Qingshan Academy entered the Confucian Academy, his pace quickened slightly, and it was no longer possible to maintain the calmness and calmness at the top of Qingshan Academy.
Zhenguo!
This is an article written by Zhenguo.
There is also the holy book of war.
It was like the childhood sweethearts who had been separated for a long time when they were young, and now they finally met. That kind of urgency and excitement always occupies that lonely and lonely heart.
Dean Qingshan stepped into the academy, and his heart... suddenly felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on him.
That’s it!
Only then did he understand the meaning of Prince Lin Yi's words. Was he worried about meeting an acquaintance...
Of course Zhong Zizheng didn't care.
But this guy Li Mobai... is the master of his Qingshan Academy.
"No... As a master of the academy, why is Li Mobai sitting on the podium of the academy?"
Dean Qingshan couldn't help but stare when he thought of some possibility.
Li Mobai has transferred to Qingshan Academy?
Damn it!
Dean Qingshan was just about to get angry when Li Mobai, who noticed him approaching, also changed his mind and turned from defense to attack: "Dean, why are you here at Taishan Academy?"
"..."
Dean Qingshan was stunned.
Zhong Zizheng and Deng Tai'a also turned to look at Dean Qingshan. Their eyes looked at each other for a moment, and the air became quiet again.
"Cough~"
Lin Yi stood up to smooth things over, coughed lightly and said, "The dean of Qingshan Academy is here to exchange academic ideas with me!"
"Don't think so wildly!"
Zhong Zizheng and Deng Tai'a suddenly realized it and nodded in unison: "Understood!"
Li Mobai looked at the dean of the academy and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the dean also came to learn from the prince's little friend?"
"I was invited by the prince's little friend to preach and resolve doubts for the disciples of his academy, in order to repay the favor of breaking through the realm and enlightening them before!"
Zhong Zizheng said: "I am an old friend of the prince, and I was invited here..."
Deng Tai'a said: "Old man, I was invited by His Highness the Crown Prince to come here to forge cultural treasures!"
They stated their reasons for coming one after another, saying that they were all here for business, and definitely not for some poems and articles about the country and the sacred book on the art of war.
They are not superficial people!
However.
Lin Yi couldn't help but feel a little pain in his liver after carrying four pots in one go.
When they tossed the pot, they were not sloppy at all!
Dean Qingshan was silent, then took a deep breath and said: "Very good!"
As he said that, he found a seat and sat down, and said to Lin Yida: "I will first observe your article and poetry, and then I will discuss academic matters with my little friend Prince..."
"..."
Lin Yi was stunned.
He looked at the four top bosses in the academy and couldn't help but smile.
but.
If these four big guys really switch to his Taishan Academy, then with this background... my father will be resigned to losing.
Two second-grade sub-sages.
Two third-grade scholars.
In addition, He Wancheng, a third-grade scholar, and He Weijun and several other fourth-grade gentlemen...
If the Zhenbei King loses and chooses to shake people, these people may be able to destroy the Zhenbei King's Mansion!
It’s exciting just to think about it.
Lin Yi felt very stable during this trip to the north.
But at this moment.
Lin Yi suddenly sensed something and was surprised: "He's actually here too?"
Lin Yi glanced at Li Mobai and others who were studying hard, smiled bitterly, and left silently.
The figure flashed and appeared on the square.
soon.
A young man in Tsing Yi came from the climbing stone steps and landed on the academy square.
It is Jiang Qinghe, the young master of the Jiang family, who is a painter from hundreds of schools of thought.
Jiang Qinghe had a dark face the whole time. When he saw Lin Yi, a young man in scholar's shirt in the square, he became furious: "Lin Yi, what do you mean?"
Lin Yi glanced at Jiang Qinghe and was not angry, but the latter suddenly knelt on the ground.
"???"
Jiang Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and his face instantly turned red.
He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.
It was as if there was a huge force pressing down on his body.
Lin Yi looked at Jiang Qinghe indifferently and said, "Young Master Jiang went to Taishan Academy to question me early in the morning. What does this mean?"
"let me go!"
Jiang Qinghe said: "Lin Yi, it's true that you are the Prince of Dayan, but I am also a descendant of hundreds of schools of thought. You actually asked me to kneel down?"
"So what about the hundreds of families? The whole world is not the land of the king, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers. You and the hundreds of families are also the people of Dayan!"
Lin Yi looked at Jiang Qinghe indifferently, flicked his sleeves and robe, and the strong wind blew Jiang Qinghe away, and he rolled down the stone steps.
"When will you recognize your identity and come see me again!"
Lin Yi's voice exploded in Jiang Qinghe's mind, like the sound of thunder.
boom!
Jiang Qinghe rolled down on the platform of the stone steps, and the whole person was in a miserable state.
"hiss!"
Jiang Qinghe moved his body a little, and grimaced in pain. He looked up at the end of the stone steps, gritted his teeth and said, "I am the young master of hundreds of schools of thought. How dare he? Why dare?"
"Emperor Dayan tried every means to win over hundreds of schools of thought. Lin Yi wants to go against all schools of thought?"
Jiang Qinghe's eyes dripped with water gloomily, feeling extremely shameful and humiliated.
"All schools of thought must not be insulted!"
Jiang Qinghe gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from his eyes. On it was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to him.
He drops a drop of blood.
The scroll instantly glowed with light, and the characters in the scroll seemed to come to life, lifelike, and then the lips and expressions of the characters in the scroll started to move.
"Qinghe, what's the matter? Why haven't you returned to the family after so long? When will the trip of Prince Dayan's study tour start? Has the first stop been finalized?"
The middle-aged man's voice sounded from the scroll.
Jiang Qinghe said aggrievedly: "Dad, I was beaten!"
"Who dares to insult me, the young master of the Jiang family?" The scroll exuded a power.
"Prince Dayan Lin Yi!"
Jiang Qinghe told the whole story, including the fact that Lin Yi didn't see the Zhuzibaijia in his eyes, and said that the Zhuzibaijia was a matter for Dayan's subjects, adding some fuel to the fire.
Suddenly.
The scroll shook violently, and the man in the portrait seemed to be walking out of the scroll, his expression extremely angry.
"Go to that Laoshizi Taishan Academy. Find him. As a father, I need to have a good communication with him!"
The words "communicate" were said very strongly, and the aura of the middle-aged man disappeared.
"Lin Yi, your father was suppressed by my father when he was studying in the Jiang family. Now my father will suppress you again!"
Jiang Qinghe's eyes were gloomy and he felt so much shame that he endured the pain in his body and climbed the mountain again.
It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to avenge this!
