Zeng Hou had many disciples. During the afternoon of waiting, there was an endless stream of Confucian scholars who came to visit Laijiang Pavilion. Most of them were from the powerful class and were considered prominent figures in Jiangnan.
Even though Song Che's family was extremely wealthy, in the eyes of these Confucian scholars, he was just a commoner, let alone a group of "unpopular" women.
Gradually, the sky turns into night and the bright moon rises.
"Liu Tanhua, I have extended my stay until night. Isn't it time for your poetic talent to flourish?" Zeng Hou asked loudly.
The hall was full of Confucian students, all waiting for the poem to come.
"Then it would be embarrassing to be born late." Liu Xinnan walked to the fence, looked up at the moon, took a deep breath, was silent for a moment, and sang lightly: "This poem is called "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"."
Yes, it is the most famous poem of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", and only this poem can be invincible.
"Haha...the horizontal halls and vertical halls are like little songs that only brothel singers can sing." Many people jeered when they heard the title of the poem.
Nangong Yue reprimanded in a cold voice: "What are you croaking about? I'm all ears. I promise to surprise you."
Liu Xinnan then read: "The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide, and follows the waves for thousands of miles. Where is the Spring River without a bright moon... Who first sees the moon on the riverside, and when does the Moon on the river shine on people at the beginning of their lives? For all eternity, the moon over the river is only the same every year... The slanting moon is hidden in the sea mist, the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are infinite, I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon, and the falling flowers are shaking the trees on the river."
Regardless of its artistic conception or charm, this song "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" is unparalleled in the world. The last "Infinite Road to Xiaoxiang in Jieshi" is in line with the theme of "Xiaoxiang Academy", which makes the listener mesmerized and greatly comforted after awakening!
Zeng Hou clenched his fists tightly. He might never be able to compose this poem in his lifetime.
After the entire Linjiang Pavilion was silent for a moment, Liu Boyong coughed twice, walked to Zeng Hou and the Confucian scholars in Lingyin Academy, bowed, and sighed:
"Teacher, Xiaoxiang Academy won this round."
"Impossible!" Zeng Hou was furious, "I don't believe that a yellow-haired girl like her can write such a wonderful poem. She must have plagiarized a famous poem by a famous writer!"
Liu Xinnan didn't say anything. She really couldn't compose this poem, so she was not qualified to talk about it.
Song Che, who had not spoken a word all day, slowly stood up from his seat and said loudly: "If this poem is a famous poem by a famous writer and has been spread all over the world, how can you not know whose family it belongs to if you are all scholars?"
In this era, there would be no Zhang Ruoxu and Mr. Zhang Dacai.
"I'm not convinced, so I'll compete again -"
"enough."
Song Che refuted coldly, glanced at the Confucian scholars and said: "I will agree to compete with your academy, not to win you, but to let the scholars in the world know that women are not inferior to men and have the same right to education;
Let me tell you something, even if Xiaoxiang Academy loses today, it will resume school as usual. You cannot control it, and you are not qualified to do so. "
"Arrogant person!"
"Arrogant?" Song Che laughed loudly, "You can be arrogant if you have capital!" He glanced at Liu Boyong again and said coldly: "Master Liu, why don't you tell him that the current emperor is my dead brother?"
Liu Boyong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and faced Zeng Hou and other scholars helplessly, "Teacher, Dean Cao, Boss Song is by no means an ordinary businessman, but an unparalleled scholar in Daliang. Today you have been appreciating "" "Preface to Linjiang Pavilion" was written by him!"
Zeng Hou's cheeks turned red, but he didn't know how to refute.
"Let's go home. After dinner, I'm already hungry."
Song Che said hello, flicked his sleeves, and walked down to Linjiang Pavilion with his family members.
…
The news that Xiaoxiang Academy was better than Lingyin Academy soon spread throughout the city of Hangzhou and even to the north and south of the country.
On the second day, there was a morning market in front of the originally unattended academy. Both ordinary people and powerful people sent their daughters to register for admission.
The initially limited quota of 300 people has been expanded to 500. Female teachers like Nangong Yue are quite busy.
Song Che seemed to have accomplished another meaningful thing.
In the days that followed, I was still not shy or impatient.
Time flies, it is already May, a strong summer atmosphere envelopes the city of Hangzhou, and the day of the Fairview Conference is getting closer and closer.
Many teams of embroiderers from other places have also arrived in Hangzhou, including Qin Huaiyu and Song Ling'er's 18 Xiang embroidery companies.
Su embroidery, Shu embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Guangdong embroidery, Guangzhou embroidery, Shandong embroidery, Beijing embroidery... there are teams of embroiderers from all over the world, estimated to exceed 150!
Hangzhou city is so lively!
Shen Wenjun was in trouble!
"Husband, husband, what do you think we should do? We have more than 80 Jiangnan Suzhou embroidery companies!"
Originally, the Fair was held in Chengdu. The Central Plains used to go through the Shu region, and the mountain roads were rugged and difficult to walk. Now it is held in Hangzhou, south of the Yangtze River, which is connected in all directions. Embroiderers with two brushes naturally came.
"Isn't it good to have more people? It just shows that our country is magnificent, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the prosperity is peaceful."
"But...but I boasted in Haikou that all the embroiderers who came to participate in the Jinxiu Conference would have their food and accommodation provided by our family. How could we have known that so many people would come?" Shen Wenjun sighed: "It's not that I care about the food and accommodation. I am afraid that there are too many people and the reception is not good. After all, this is the first time for us to organize such a grand event;
Also, with so many people competing together, even if Su Xiu can come out on top, I'm afraid we will be criticized and say some insider information. "
Song Che smiled and said: "Who told Mrs. Song to be so arrogant back then? The Haikou she boasted about had to be fulfilled with tears in her eyes."
"you!"
Shen Wenjun glared and let go, "I'm going to complain to Yu'er, saying that his father bullied his mother."
"Hey, hey, if you have nothing to do, just use our son as a shield. My glorious image as a father will be ruined by you."
Song Che pulled her back into his arms and comforted her: "Okay, okay, isn't it just a matter of food and accommodation? We have so many restaurants and inns in Hangzhou, I sell them face, promise to advertise for them, let them Come to name and sponsor the Fairview Conference, and get some discounts on food and lodging. It’s a win-win situation for everyone. Wouldn’t the problem be solved?
Also, with more than 200 Jinxiu, it is definitely not enough to set up only one award. We might as well set up several more rankings. For example, there are three first prizes, seven second prizes, fifteen third prizes, and there will be additional selections. What kind of award for Best Newcomer, Most Potential Award, Best Artistic Concept Award, etc. wouldn't the problem be solved again? "
After hearing this, Shen Wenjun's sad face disappeared and he said with a smile: "It's good to be in love, it's good to be in love!"
"From now on, you can never hurt his father or me in front of Yu'er again. You have to tell him that his father is a powerful and fearless man!"
"You are obviously careful..."
Um?
This is too much.
Song Che picked up his beloved wife and wanted to give her some color.
"Master, master! It's not good, it's not good..."
The servant Akun rode his bicycle and rushed over to shout, but when he saw the master and his wife, he quickly covered his eyes.
Don't throw your hands away from the faucet?
"Ouch!"
He fell headlong into the ditch.
