Li Mubai looked at the bulletin wall. More and more students gathered together. Even the gentlemen from the college heard the news and clapped their laps excitedly, praising the poem for its ingenuity, simplicity and rationality.

Li Daru's ear twitched, catching the mountain breeze carrying intermittent conversations:

"First, there is a poem that no one in the world knows about you, and now there is a poem to encourage learning. Is it true that I am a big believer in the poetry of the Confucian scholars and will rise again?"

"In the past two hundred years, there have been very few excellent poems. Now that these two poems have been published, we, the generations of scholars, finally have the face to face future generations."

"Compared to the fact that no one in the world knows you, this poem to encourage learning will definitely be more widely circulated and will be used to admonish scholars from time to time."

"Why is there no signature? Which great scholar did it write?"

There is no signature... This poem must have been widely circulated... Li Mubai's heart moved and he glanced at the two friends who were talking in a low voice. He calmly retreated and left.

Zhang Shen suddenly noticed that Li Mubai was missing, "Where is Brother Chunjing?"

"You were still here just now..." Chen Tai looked left and right, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the low wall: "There."

Zhang Shen followed the sound and saw Li Mubai retreating from the students, holding a pen and writing something on a huge piece of paper.

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai concentrated their attention, and their pupils suddenly became dark, and even the smallest detail a hundred meters away could be seen.

The two of them saw clearly that Li Mubai wrote this line of small characters next to the words "Poem to Encourage Learning":

"At the end of the Gengzi period and the beginning of the Xin Chou period, my teacher Mu Bai encouraged people to learn from it. I was inspired to write this poem."

It means that at the end of Gengzi and the beginning of Xin Chou, my teacher Li Mubai advised me to work hard and become stronger. I deeply agreed, so I wrote this poem.

Is this possible? The mentality of the two great scholars instantly exploded.

"Shameless old thief, put down your pen!"

.......

The Yage behind the academy is built against the mountain, with Liudie Waterfall to the east and an evergreen bamboo forest to the west.

Bamboo is a rare thing in the north. It is difficult to maintain and reproduce. The scene of bamboo shoots springing up after a night of thunder and rain can only be seen in the south.

The gentlemen of the academy transplanted bamboo from the south and worked hard to cultivate it. It took them fifty years to cultivate this lush bamboo forest.

Scholars have a special fondness for bamboo and appreciate its character. They often use bamboo as a metaphor for others and themselves (emphasis added).

The dean of Yunlu Academy came over one day to take a look and said, "Hey, the bamboo forest is so dense. Bamboo is not afraid of severe cold and has strong character in all seasons. Doesn't it describe me?"

Everyone is happy, I will live here from now on.

Therefore, Yage left the dean's retreat.

In a simple and elegant tea room, an old man in linen and a woman in rich clothes sit opposite each other and drink tea. A line of armored soldiers guard the outside of the elegant pavilion.

The old man's gray hair is scattered casually, highlighting his slovenliness and unruliness. The nasolabial folds and the Sichuan pattern between the eyebrows are very deep, and when he smiles, the crow's feet are better than the former two.

Judging from his appearance alone, it is difficult to imagine that this old man dressed as a down-and-out Confucian scholar could be the dean of Yunlu Academy.

A leader in contemporary Confucianism.

The woman sitting opposite him drinking tea was already over her 10th birthday, but she was wearing a simple bun with a shining golden hairpin. She was obviously not out of the royal family.

She was wearing a moon-white gorgeous long dress, with the skirt trailing to the ground.

Her appearance is beautiful and refined, just like a water lotus that is clean but not demonic. And those clear eyes are like an ice mirror, and they are so transparent that they cannot hide their coldness and luxury.

The figure that has already been stretched out is exquisite and convex, with attractive curves.

"We haven't seen you for half a year, and the silver threads in the dean's hair have increased a lot." The eldest princess said, her voice was also clear and cold.

"It's all worries." The dean smiled and drank tea.

"I went up the mountain today and heard a poem recited by the disciples of the academy... Don't worry about the road ahead without any friends. No one in the world will know you!" The eldest princess's eyes moved slightly, like an ice mirror breaking:

"I am very happy to hear such a wonderful work. I wonder if it is a new work by that great scholar?"

When Dean Zhao Shou heard this, he shook his head and laughed.

"Why is the dean laughing at me?"

"I am not the laughing princess. I am the Xiaoyunlu Academy. There are many talented people, but they are not as forthright as others. No, the entire Dafeng scholar community has become numb in thinking, old-fashioned, and lacks spiritual energy. Poetry pays the most attention to spiritual energy."

"...The words of the dean have puzzled me." The eldest princess looked calm, twirling the teacup with her beautiful orchid fingers, and drinking tea in a noble and elegant manner.

Zhao Shou sighed and said: "The person who wrote this poem is not a scholar, but a subordinate official in Changle County."

The eldest princess moved slightly.

The eldest princess of the Dafeng Dynasty is different from ordinary women. She comes from a scholarly family and is talented if she is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As for the eldest princess, she learned to play chess from Wei Yuan, the art of war from Zhang Shen, and govern the country from Chen Tai. She knew the classics of the saints by heart, and her articles and strategies were not inferior to those of the Imperial Academy students.

Be knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and be rich in knowledge.

When she was eighteen years old, the emperor granted her permission to participate in the compilation work of the Hanlin Academy. The year before last, the eldest princess tried to re-edit the history books of the previous dynasty, which provoked protests from the officials, and finally failed.

"The dean really doesn't consider becoming an official?" The eldest princess said with sincere eyes and a serious tone: "Confucianism is people-oriented. Life is short, so the dean should not waste his years."

Few people know that the official position of Qingzhou General Affairs Department was originally awarded to Zhao Shou.

However, Zhao Shou refused to take up the post and wrote to the court recommending the layman Ziyang.

"If the wasted years can open up a path for future generations to study, why wouldn't I do it?" Zhao Shou sighed:

"It's a pity that after more than ten years of enlightenment in the bamboo forest, despite all the hard work, I still can't cross the chasm set by the sub-sage of the Cheng family."

"The dean is too obsessed with this." The eldest princess poured tea for herself calmly, "My father invited you to become an official because he planned to reuse Yunlu Academy. If you really think about the students of Yunlu Academy,

You shouldn’t refuse.”

Zhao Shou smiled and said: "Is it that Wei Yuan is becoming increasingly uncontrollable, or are those noble nobles becoming more and more sharp in their dragon-slaying skills?"

"It's for the people of Dafeng and all the people in the world." The eldest princess spoke every word from her heart.

The smile on Zhao Shou's face became more and more sarcastic.

The eldest princess's cold and cold tone changed, and she sighed: "After the Battle of Shanhai, Dafeng's national power gradually weakened, and natural disasters continued year after year. There were countless victims, and the disasters caused by subordinate officials became more and more obvious.

"The princes in the court only know about party disputes. There are countless people who sit around and talk, but there are only a few who work hard to prosper the country. Dean, the empire is short of a tailor."

After finishing speaking, she continued to talk without waiting for Zhao Shou to speak: "Three years ago, the northern barbarians tore up the treaty, repeatedly violated the border, and robbed the people.

"The barbarians in the south destroyed post roads and attacked military towns in an attempt to regain their lost territory.

"The countries in the Western Regions watched with cold eyes, and Buddhism used this as a threat to spread the gospel to the Central Plains."

She gradually increased her tone and her voice was no longer cold, "Dean, as a scholar, shouldn't you show your ambition and restore the country's prestige?"

Zhao Shou stared at the eldest princess for a moment, then moved his eyes away from this elegant and noble face, looked out the window at the lush green bamboo forest, shook his head and sighed:

"It's not that you don't want to. The time has not come yet. Princess, please come back."

The eldest princess could not hide her disappointment in her eyes and was about to say goodbye when the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the Accord. A gentleman from the college hurried in and shouted:
Chapter completed!