The next day!

Ying Ziye was strolling on the street, with two sisters Lu Zhi and Lu Su waiting beside him.

Jian Jiu, Hou Qing, and Ying Gou followed a few people.

There are a lot of traffic, there are many merchants and shops, and hawkers are hawking.

Qufu City is very lively.

There are many literati and poets in dress and talk about it very much.

"One day will be the prosperous era of literary world!"

"It will be launched in Qingyang Academy."

Four or five people wearing Confucian robes were chatting and laughing, with joy and excitement on their faces.

"The debate between the three Holy Kings and the Heroes is a great cause!"

"Thousands of students gathered, many famous families, even members of the Kong family and the Grand Secretary of the Yan family came here to participate."

"At that time, all Confucian heroes in Qi and Lu will gather here. If you want to show yourself well, you may be favored by the Grand Secretary or the Great Confucian scholar and be accepted as disciples."

"Brother Tai said so much, but it's a pity that my Confucian sage and benevolence is not valued by the empire. It's really sad!"

Yu In-huai looked regretful and said, "The empire should use the saint's benevolence, the saint's inner saint's outer saint's king's, and the priest's inner saint's outer saint's king's, and the priest's ruler's country with benevolence and righteousness."

Liu Qing nodded with a smile and said in agreement: "Yes, the empire must indeed suppress the Legalists and reuse Confucianism."

At this time, a young Confucian scholar in his thirties, Chen Zhihui waved his sleeves and held his hands in front of him. Dayi spoke out loudly.

"The holy way is the right way, and it is the first. The holy kings in ancient times all practiced the holy way, valued etiquette and music, and talked about benevolence, righteousness and filial piety!"

"But the empire attaches importance to the Legalists and values ​​kingly ways and domineeringness, which is really a disgrace to his ethics!"

"It's better than the great power of our Confucianism now, and it's time to enter the court. I heard that the eldest son Fusu formed an alliance with the little sage sage village, and there were already our Confucian officials in the court."

Xiao He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Nowadays, hundreds of schools of thought coexist. The Legalists provide advice for the empire and rely on the empire to flourish, but Confucianism is still complacent and does not know how to reform.

Only a few Confucian disciples have a place in the court by relying on Prince Fusu, which is worthy of happiness.

“Funny and fun!”

Ying Ziye couldn't help but be amused as he watched this scene, and became interested in the prosperous era of Qingyang Academy's literary world.

the next day!

Ying Ziye brought people to Qingyang Academy.

Qingyang Academy is located not far from the county government.

It was founded by the Kong family.

Confucian students come to this place.

He has a gentle surface and looks humble and gentleman.

But what he said was pedantic.

There are also some Confucian disciples who are better in the situation and come from Qi, but they are also birds of the same feather.

At the entrance of Qingyang Academy.

A common scholar was blocked at the door and questioned.

"How much money do you have in your family and how many acres of fertile land are there? My father is a famous bachelor's degree, and who are the famous people Bo Zhongshuji?"

"My family is not well off, and my father and Bo Zhongshu Ji are not celebrities, but I am devoted to learning."

The common scholar replied, and after he finished speaking, he wanted to go in.

However, a strong Confucian student was blocked by the door with his strength and said with a smile: "Sorry, a poor man like you should not step into the Qingyang Academy, or talk and debate!"

bass!

The common scholar draws out his long sword and says in a cold voice: "Why, can't I discuss learning because of my poor family? What's the reason!"

"As a Confucian student, I want fair treatment. Although I am from a poor family, I am proud and have great ambitions in the world."

"I also want to show my talents in Qingyang Academy!"

Seeing this, the Zhuangshuo Confucian student hurriedly hurriedly avoided the side and spoke sarcastically.

"You are really vulgar!"

"Who makes trouble again?!"

An old Confucian scholar noticed that someone showed his troops and immediately walked out.

When I saw the common Confucian scholar, I listened to the Confucian scholars next to me who reported the reason for the situation.

The old Confucian scholar snorted coldly and angrily said, "A poor scholar, just a poor man, is actually making trouble here, so I'll get out!"

The words fell.

He bullied himself to the common Confucian scholar, reached out and pushed him several feet away.

Bang bang bang bang!

The common Confucian scholar couldn't help but step back step by step, with an angry face and said indignantly: "You are not ashamed to bully the weak, and your elders bully your younger generations?"

"Oh!"

When a strong Confucian student saw that he had a support from his seniors, he immediately smiled and said, "Then you have found an elder too!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A group of Confucian disciples burst into laughter and said disdainfully: "Poor and sour commoners!"

He then stepped into the Qingyang Academy, but the common scholar was turned away.

Ying Ziye looked at this scene but his eyes were quite moved.

He did not like Confucianism, but admired the poor.

Because compared to these corrupt scholars, common Confucian scholars seem real and have a true personality.

Dare to think, dare to ask, dare to speak and do!

Facing power, dare to draw the sword!

"Brother!"

Ying Ziye stepped forward and said hello, "Dare you ask about the honorary title?"

The common scholar was sitting outside the door with a depressed look on his face. When he saw someone coming to say hello, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I'm the next minister!"

"Young Master, the debate is about to begin, it's time to pass."

At this time, Lu Zhi walked over and spoke.

"knew!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and smiled indifferently, "Brother Ren, do you want to go with you?"

"Not going."

Ren Yichen waved his hand and said angrily: "I will be beaten out. My family is poor and I am not worthy of being in a poor man."

"It's okay!"

Ying Ziye said lightly: "I will take action. They will kneel down to welcome us in and will never discriminate against you anymore."

"oh?!"

Hearing this, Ren Yichen couldn't help but laugh and said with great interest: "Okay, I'll look at your abilities and methods, brother."

"good!"

Ying Ziye pulled Ren Yichen up with one hand and led Lu Zhi, Lu Su and others to Qingyang Academy.

"We will pay homage to the Eighth Prince!"

As soon as he arrived in front of the door, the old Confucian scholar recognized Ying Ziye and bowed to bow and bow.

"We'll pay homage to the Eighth Master!"

When the other Confucian students saw this, they also knelt down on the ground.

Ren Yichen was stunned, but remembered the eighth prince of the Empire who had heard before that he had visited Qufu.

He couldn't help but ask, "Are you the Eighth Master?"

"good!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and walked into Qingyang Academy with Ren Yishen.

In the Qingyang Academy.

The seats were arranged neatly, and hundreds of students were sitting upright.

But at first glance, they are basically wearing Confucian robes.
To be continued...