Back at the Earl's Mansion, Chen Luo finally felt a little more awake because of the return trip.
After confirming with Xiao Shiyuan, the "Attendant Reader" later conferred by His Majesty Daxuan was a false title. The only benefit was that he could borrow classics and classics from the royal library at will. However, because the royal library is located in the imperial city, the hidden function of this title is to have free access to the palace.
But why did he enter the palace when he had nothing to do? No acquaintances either. Those rewards are more substantial.
Thinking of this, Chen Luo glanced at the team of eunuchs who were carrying things to the Earl's Mansion, with a rippling smile on his face.
Silkworm brocade is a specialty product of Wan Yao Country. It does not get wet when exposed to water, does not burn when exposed to fire, and does not stain when exposed to dust. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. In the market, a horse is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and it is often expensive but not available.
"Take it and make a dozen more sets of clothes for Chen Xuan. By the way, that girl Xiaohuan also wants to make a few clothes. I just don't know if she is willing to wear a maid outfit. If she can't, she can wear a loafer. Little Lolita. She has to look like a little loli..."
Compared with the Celestial Silkworm Brocade, the ten pieces of wild blood ink are more valuable. According to Ji Zhong's introduction, it was made from the blood of captured barbarians. Using wild blood ink to write elegant texts will increase the power of heaven.
The barbaric blood ink awarded to him was a seventh-grade barbarian blood ink, which was made with the blood of a barbarian who was in the seventh-grade "Culture of Poetry" in the Confucian sect. One piece of it would consume 300 barbarians and be blessed by 30% of the power of heaven.
In the current context where the human race is on the defensive, a piece of seventh-grade barbaric blood ink in his hand can be easily sold for a hundred thousand taels of silver.
In addition, he just found out that he could still get royalties for his "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui". The figure given by Xiao Shiyuan was no less than one hundred thousand taels of silver per month. Moreover, due to the limitations of the power of heaven, there will definitely be no piracy.
The book writer finally stood up!
If it weren't for the need to cultivate the red dust energy, and what kind of new newspaper, I would just hang around and wait until death to pick up girls.
"Bao, I'm eating noodles, what noodles? Suddenly appeared in your heart!"
Hey, life, ups and downs happen so fast, it’s so exciting!
…
At the same time, Nan Yuanxi never dreamed that he would actually be on the podium of Zheliu Academy!
After waking up in the morning, Mrs. Wang found him personally and invited him to Zheliu Academy and told him again "Du Shiniang sank the treasure chest in anger". Nanyuan Xi wanted to refuse, but the other party gave him too much——
Recommend him as an honorary lecturer of Zheliu Academy!
Guangzong Yaozu!
Besides, if Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper, wouldn't it be ten times more sensational to become famous in Zheliu Academy than to become famous in Xingzao?
As soon as he thought about it, Nanyuan Xi agreed.
Now looking at the crowds in the audience, he, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs.
These people are not ordinary people in Beifeng Tower, they are Daxuan's study seeds!
Students who can enter Zheliu Academy, as long as they don't die on the way, are guaranteed to be in the Confucian realm, and it is normal for even a few great Confucians to emerge.
And he, a middle-aged Confucian scholar who had been trapped for half his life, had just borrowed "Du Shiniang's Angry Sinking of Treasure Box" to get a surge of literary thoughts and advance to the realm of poetry. Six months ago, he was defrauded of money and his future was cut off, so he wanted to commit suicide by drowning in the river.
Today, he stood majestically on the sacred pulpit of Zheliu Academy!
This is not a classroom, but the Shengwen Plaza of Zheliu Academy. Only when great Confucians give lectures will the forum rise.
Even if the great Confucian ancestor of his family came back from the dead, he would only be in his current position.
This is all thanks to Chen Luo’s gift!
"Wan Anbo, I, Nanyuan Xi, would like to serve you in this life..."
Nan Yuanxi thought of Chen Luo, took a deep breath, and suppressed the excitement in his heart. Today, he must make Wan Anbo famous!
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"It's simply ridiculous." On the edge of the bustling Shengwen Square, a master complained to another person, "It's okay for Wang Qifeng to behave abnormally on weekdays. Why is he so ridiculous today? He actually brought Mr. Shuowen into the academy and even persuaded him to The Vice-President is the first to launch the Sacred Literature Forum. If this spreads out, our reputation at Zheliu Academy will definitely be tarnished!"
Another person nodded in agreement: "Exactly! Wang Qifeng, relying on the favor of the head of the school, always instilled some unruly remarks to the students, and I have endured it again and again. Today's morning class, I was supposed to be in the yellow-letter grade Classes A, B, and C were breaking down the morning report, and he actually took everyone out to wake up in the morning, which is really hateful!"
At this time, the third master came over and heard the conversation between the two. He frowned slightly and said, "Zhou Hongda, Xue Jinfeng, you two should not discuss matters behind your back. Although Qi Feng was a little out of line, he never lost the integrity of a gentleman. . Moreover, it was the joint decision of the three vice-presidents to launch the Sacred Literature Forum for Mr. Shuowen today, so Mr. Shuowen must be something extraordinary."
The master named "Zhou Hongda" snorted coldly: "It's just Mr. Shuowen, how can he be extraordinary! I have heard about this Nanyuan Xi, but he is just a down-and-out Confucian scholar who lives in the land of smoke and willows and travels around the north with his clever tongue. Fenglou. If you call Mr. Nan in the market, does it really mean you are Mr. Nan?"
The master named "Xue Jinfeng" also echoed: "Ziting, although the three vice-presidents agreed to launch the holy literature forum, I heard that it was the result of Wang Qifeng's pressure in the name of literature. Just watch, today will be I, Zheliu Academy, have been in disgrace for a day! It’s a pity that the head of the academy was summoned to Wenchang Pavilion early in the morning, otherwise this matter would definitely not have happened.”
Master Yang Ziting, who was arguing for Master Wang, wanted to say more, but a cold snort suddenly sounded from behind. The three of them turned around and saw an old man with a stout figure slowly walking towards him. The three of them were startled and saluted quickly: "I have seen the deputy head of the dean."
This person is none other than one of the vice presidents of Zheliu Academy, the great scholar Tian Kun and Tian Haiyi!
"Don't talk nonsense." Dean Tian said calmly, "Wang Qifeng is not forcing me on the basis of my literary name, but on the basis of my literary name as a guarantee."
Yang Ziting asked in surprise: "What guarantee?"
Tian Haiyi looked at Nan Yuanxi who was standing on the podium: "He guarantees that what Mr. Nan is going to say will be an eternal and wonderful article that will be of great benefit to my students."
Zhou Hongda frowned slightly and said: "I see that Nanyuan Xi's body is full of righteousness. He should have just risen to the realm of poetry. It is so difficult to form a poem, how can he come up with such wonderful writings through the ages?"
Xue Jinfeng agreed: "Exactly! Poems can be obtained by chance, but this wonderful prose is not something that can be achieved overnight!"
Tian Haiyi shook his head slightly: "The author of that strange article is not him, but Wan Anbo and Chen Luo."
"Wan Anbo?" Yang Ziting's mind turned, "But the author of "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"?"
"Exactly!" Tian Haiyi nodded, "If the author hadn't been this person, we wouldn't have accepted Wang Qifeng's guarantee."
"But..." Zhou Hongda said, "Even Wan Anbo only has a "Short Biography of Zhong Kui". Apart from his ability to ward off ghosts with the help of heaven, his literary talent is nothing more than this!"
Tian Haiyi looked at Zhou Hongda and said, "Do you know why the head of the academy was called to Wenchang Pavilion early in the morning?"
"What's the matter?"
"It is Wan Anbo who you say is not so talented in literature. Today, he wrote two poems in the court hall, including a rare poem with a sincere heart. Prime Minister Wen personally issued an order to gather the heads of major academies to discuss the matter of popularization. "
Zhou Hongda's expression froze.
Tian Haiyi sighed slightly and left slowly.
Zhou Hongda's face turned green and red. He held it in for a long time and said, "Then let me hear it. Is this ancient and wonderful article written by Wan Anbo and guaranteed by Wang Qifeng worth it for me to open the sacred text forum in Zheliu Academy? "
