When Shen Lie was twelve years old, because Mr. Shen was seriously ill, several famous doctors invited by the Shen family tactfully expressed that they could prepare for his funeral.
Shen Lie was concerned about his grandfather and took Shitou and Du Xuan back to Yunliang despite the dissuasion of his uncles from the Guo family.
During that trip, neither father nor son said a word.
So now, Shen Shuangcheng's words are the first words spoken by Shen Lie since he was eight years old, and the father and son are more than ten years apart.
The tone of his voice remained almost unchanged, but a bit of suppressed anger was added to the disgusted indifference in his tone.
Shen Lie stopped for a moment, glanced at him, then lazily retracted his gaze and stepped into Wenhe Building.
The faces of the gentlemen around him became embarrassed. Someone tried to call him out, but opened his mouth and gave up.
There was not much emotion on Shen Shuangcheng's face. He had no hope for this son. Shen Lie's reaction was normal.
The girl who followed Shen Lie in suddenly took a few steps back and stepped out.
"You are wrong," Xia Zhaoyi looked at Shen Shuangcheng with a smile, "Shen Shu is not my eldest brother."
Shen Shuangcheng frowned.
Xia Zhaoyi tilted his head and smiled more charmingly: "The person who arrested Shen Shu is me, not Shen Lie."
Shen Shuangcheng took a deep breath and said coldly: "Okay, then you dare to ask Miss Ali, what did Shen Xu commit?!"
"If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother? I can prepare a few for you."
The gentlemen present will stare blankly.
"If you want to inflict a crime, why bother?" is often used to accuse the wronged, but she is so, so...
Shen Shuangcheng was choked by her words, his handsome face flushed, and he paused. Shen Shuangcheng glared at Shen Lie who had stopped waiting for Xia Zhaoyi inside the door: "Shen Shu has treated you well since he was a child. Kissing you Hou, why are you turning against him now because of such a woman?"
Shen Lie didn't want to pay attention to him. He was sulky when he heard the words and looked at him coldly: "You must know the importance of what you say. I seized the title in one night and entered and left Huazhou as if there was no one. I single-handedly picked up Xia Jiajun, who went to the world to study. Commander, in your words, is ‘such a woman’?”
"Are these actions her sole responsibility?"
"Ten thousand of these things you can't achieve."
Shen Shuangcheng laughed angrily: "Okay, very good. I didn't believe it when I received the letter. Although you are perverse and paranoid, you have a deep brotherhood with Shen Zhu, so how could you trap him in prison? Sure enough, you are trapped by this woman..."
"Don't say anything rude again," Xia Zhaoyi interrupted him, "If you say anything that can't be ended, you will be the only one who will be unable to step down."
Shen Shuangcheng looked at him coldly: "We, the Shen family, are talking, and we ask General Xia not to interrupt without permission."
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "I don't know what to do."
Seeing her re-entering the door, Shen Shuangcheng shouted: "Then when will you let Shen Xu go? He is suffering from old illnesses and cannot tolerate this prison sentence!"
Xia Zhaoyi didn't even look back and said, "Hurry up, let him wait until his master comes back who has had enough fun."
Shen Shuangcheng raised his foot and was about to follow, but several gentlemen were afraid of causing trouble and quickly tried to dissuade him and changed the subject.
Chen Wuyou also wiped his sweat and ran back to stop him.
Dean Yang arranged a place for Shen Lie and Xia Zhaoyi in the small teahouse on the third floor of Wenhe Building.
The view here is the widest and the view is the best. In the open space comparable to a square, the high platform for academic discussions rises from the ground. There are a sea of people around the high platform, and there are also people on both sides of the stone bridge and on the big stone bridge.
After sending Shen Shuangcheng away, Chen Wuyou went upstairs. Just as the two little maids came out after delivering tea, Chen Wuyou asked quietly: "General Xia and General Shen, did you say anything?"
"What did you say?" The little maid blinked, "What do you mean, sir?"
"Just, did you mention what happened downstairs?"
"Yes, yes. General Xia said that there are many scholars in the world. I haven't seen so many literary talents in a long time."
"...Isn't this, for example, General Shen's father?"
The two little maids looked at each other and shook their heads: "No."
"Then, are they angry?"
"Angry? Why? General Xia is so kind. He is pretty and loves to laugh. He gave us a reward."
"..."
Chen Wuyou waved his hand and let them go.
Entering the teahouse, Chen Wuyou knocked on the already wide open door: "General Ali, General Shen."
"You've come just in time," Xia Zhaoyi smiled at him, "We don't know who the two people in the audience are, and we're looking for someone to introduce them."
Chen Wuyou smiled, lowered his head and cupped his hands, went in and looked down, saying, "Yes, Si Qiu and Si Dong groups."
There were a total of twenty debaters on the high platform, ten on each side, and he began to introduce them one by one.
After he finished speaking, Xia Zhaoyi said: "Sir, you will know who they are and who they are as soon as you come here. Do you happen to know them, or are all the people in the group familiar with them?"
"Of course we all know each other," Chen Wuyou said with a smile, "To be honest with General Ali, I also know almost all of the established debate groups, the remaining Qionglin group, and the wandering groups scattered outside. "
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows and said with a surprised smile: "Sir, you are awesome and you are very thoughtful."
The classification of the study of worldly studies came from the discussion of several highly respected gentlemen of Lianfeng Academy, and was divided into the Bianxue Group, Qionglin Group, and Youzi Group.
The debate group comes from the Wenhe Building, and is divided into twelve major groups: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Each of the twelve major groups has the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are eleven people in each group, one of whom is a substitute, for a total of 582 people.
The Qionglin Group is inside the Wenhe Building. The remaining literati were selected by the debate group to form their own group.
The Wandering Group is a group formed by literati outside the Wenhe Building.
Now, the debate topic discussed below is "humility".
Both sides have their own opinions and criticize each other within the allowed range.
Chen Wuyou said modestly, saying that these were the results of his duties.
After saying that, Chen Wuyou wondered whether he should ask about what happened downstairs just now.
Scholars all over the world attach great importance to "filial piety". Those who are unfaithful, unjust and unfilial will only lose their hearts. The greater the success and the greater the influence, the more resounding will be the infamy that will last for thousands of years.
Otherwise, why is it said that a literati's pen is sharper than his sword?
History books are written by literati.
Chen Wuyou couldn't hold it back anymore and opened his mouth: "General Ah Li, just now..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl looking sideways.
There was no strong emotional expression, and it was even very dull, but Chen Wuyou could read a warning in her bright eyes.
She was telling him to shut up.
Not harsh, not fierce, his eyes were calm and silent, but there was an invisible majesty pressing down on him, which shocked Chen Wuyou so much that he opened his mouth and did not dare to say any more.
"Mr. Chen, go and do your work." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Chen Wuyou broke out in cold sweat: "General Ah Li, if I had any questions just now..."
"No." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Nothing, nothing, Chen Wuyou was about to cry, he hadn't even finished speaking.
"Sir, please don't worry about it," Xia Zhaoyi continued, with a serious look on his face, "Lianfeng Academy is very good, and so is your teacher. Many students need a mentor like you. Nothing happened today."
Chen Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The aura and coercion on the girl's body were really terrifying. At that moment, he was really afraid that she would be angry, or even take her anger out on Lianfeng Academy.
"Sir, go and do your work." Xia Zhaoyi said.
What else could Chen Wuyou say, he nodded and handed over, resigned and left.
There is no need to close the door of the teahouse, because the maid will come over at any time to serve tea.
A few wisps of breeze came from the window. Xia Zhaoyi watched the argument on the high platform become more and more intense, but she seemed to be gradually unable to hear those voices.
In my ears, I vaguely heard Kang Jian’s words:
"...The young master was only eight years old when he left the Shen family..."
"...When the young master was taken from Yunliang to Zuilu, his back was all injured..."
"...one by one, like centipedes!"
"...That's not a normal pointer, that's a soft cane with soft thorns!"
Xia Zhaoyi didn't dare to turn her head to look at the young man sitting next to her. She didn't even dare to look out of the corner of her eye for fear of being seen by him.
But she was really angry, and when she thought about the Zuiluguo family's abandonment, backstabbing and assassination of Shen Lie, she couldn't help feeling furious.
"Ah Li?" A deep and deep voice suddenly sounded, gentle and clear.
Xia Zhaoyi's expression was always calm. She turned to look at him and slightly curled her lips: "Huh?"
His stern black eyes were deep and quiet: "What you are thinking about is because of me?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, shook his head, and looked back to the high platform in the distance: "Tell me, who among them will win?"
Shen Lie said in a low voice: "...Ali."
Xia Zhaoyi kept looking over there.
Not only was she angry, she also felt sad.
When she was ten years old, he was already protecting her and helping her.
But what about when he was young?
She really wanted to help the young man and protect him from getting hurt.
