While Hu Yan was talking, Li Changkong also fell asleep.
You really can't blame him, because he found that what Hu Yan said was really boring and uninteresting to him.
In fact, you can't blame Hu Yan, after all, this is a lecture for Yin Sheng.
Facing such a group of noble disciples, what do you say? Saintly articles? Or benevolence, justice, etiquette and wisdom?
Don't be ridiculous, no one will listen. If you talk about some obscure articles, I'm afraid these students will slam the door and leave.
If we don’t talk about saints’ articles, what else can we talk about?
Of course it is war!
As a son of an honorable noble, if something happens to the country and he goes to war with others, he will probably go to the battlefield and fight for his life.
I guess I am interested in war.
But... a new problem arises.
He can’t speak!
He, Hu Yan, is just a Confucian scholar who has been poor for most of his life. If he is asked to talk about saintly articles, benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust, he will naturally be able to talk eloquently.
But... when it comes to war, the art of war, and strategy, it's really a bit lackluster.
How could he, a Confucian scholar who had never even been to a frontier, teach the art of war and strategy well?
Therefore, it is natural that we cannot talk about the art of war and strategy. So what should we talk about?
An answer is about to come out!
Frontier poetry!
He doesn't know how to talk about war, and he has never seen it.
But he can write poems! It doesn’t matter even if he doesn’t know frontier poems, why not just talk about other people’s poems?
So Hu Yan started talking, talking about frontier fortress poetry.
Use the same formula that you usually use when talking about saints' articles, and apply it to frontier fortress poems.
He talks freely about how brave the frontier warriors are and how vulnerable the enemy invaders are. We are a holy dynasty in our great efforts. One day, we will fight with the army of kings to win the submission of all quarters.
However, in Li Changkong's view, these are just fantasies.
If you have never seen a real war, how can you understand the true meaning of frontier poems?
War is not only the heroic fighting of soldiers, but also a torture to the people.
Not only are they victorious and unstoppable, but they are also more likely to fail, die in battle, bleed, and sacrifice.
It was so boring that Li Changkong didn't want to hear it anymore, so he simply bowed his head between the papers and fell asleep.
In the classroom, the students were fast asleep and the lecturer was equally boring.
If they don't hold each other accountable, the two sides can be considered harmonious.
However, little did they know that at this moment, Li Shanchang, the Imperial College's wine minister, was leading two young women towards this place.
One of the women, about sixteen or seventeen years old, is slim and tall, wearing a purple dress. She is full of liveliness, her eyes are cunning, but she also reveals a bit of vigilance and alertness to the outside world, just like...a good girl.
Moving rabbit.
The other woman has a completely different style. She is dressed in a goose-yellow dress. Her actions, manners and steps show her elegance and aristocratic aura.
When you see it, it gives people a sense of majesty, and you will be bowed to it.
Such a temperament cannot be cultivated unless one has been in a high position for a long time.
Compared with the two women, Li Shanchang, who is the imperial wine minister, is much more reserved.
His expression was full of respect for the two of them, but he lost a bit of the free and easy attitude of a scholar.
"Li Jijiu, overall, the students in the Imperial College are pretty good, and they work hard." The woman in a goose-yellow dress commented.
"Yes, yes, we have just walked through so many teaching buildings, and all the students among them were reciting saints' articles, poems and allusions. It is really rare." The woman in purple dress also praised, her words seemed to express her appreciation for these efforts.
The supervising students who were studying admired him very much.
"What your two highnesses are saying is that the autumn of the provincial examination is not far away, so you have to work harder."
"Well, I remember that the teaching building in front of you is where Yin Sheng is, why not go and have a look?"
"Ah... Yinsheng Jiaoshe, it's okay, of course it's okay."
Li Shanchang's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his heart was pounding.
What kind of people these prison students are, others don't know, how can he, the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, not know clearly?
It would be great to have a good student in the class.
But now the two highnesses insist on going to see it, what can he say?
We can only hope that these rumors will not be too outrageous, causing the Imperial College to lose face and impression in front of the two highnesses.
Not long after, the three of them arrived at Yinsheng's teaching building. Through the window, they could clearly see the peaceful scene where the lecturer and students were not intruding on each other.
The face of the woman in the goose-yellow dress immediately dropped, while the woman in the purple dress opened her mouth slightly, with a look of surprise in her eyes.
Most of the other prison students are studying hard to prepare for autumn.
Why did the students fall asleep when they arrived, and the lecturer didn't care?
Seeing this, Li Shanchang was already dripping with cold sweat and coughed twice hurriedly.
The sound was so loud that Hu Yan noticed it immediately.
After a while of fussing, he suddenly raised his voice and started speaking.
Hearing this, the sleeping students woke up one after another and frowned when they heard Hu Yan's loud lecture.
However, when they looked back, they broke out in a cold sweat. They sat in their seats and listened respectfully, not daring to make any mistakes.
They are not afraid of Li Shanchang. He is just a scholar. Even if he is well-known in the Qiandu literary world, so what?
What does it have to do with these supervisors?
What they were afraid of were the two women beside Li Shanchang.
The man in the purple dress looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he can enter and leave the Imperial College freely, and is accompanied by the Imperial College offering wine, so his status must be noble.
You know, even Zhang Han, the son of the Duke, does not receive this kind of treatment!
The woman in purple must be the daughter of a higher-level noble.
The honor of the princess, the daughter of the prince!
And now the only princess still in Qiandu is Princess Zhaoyang, the daughter of King Zhongshan!
The woman next to her in a goose-yellow dress was unknown to most of the noble disciples. Only Zhang Han had the chance to catch a glimpse of her when he followed his father Zhang Xun into the palace to meet the saint.
She is Princess Huaiqing, the biological sister of the Crown Prince's first mother, who is deeply loved by His Majesty and the Queen!
In front of these two people, he, the son of the Duke, was really a bit underwhelmed.
Fortunately, I always listened carefully, so there was no need to panic.
In this way, under the watchful eyes of Princess Huaiqing, Princess Zhaoyang and Li Shanchang, all the Yin students held their heads high and listened attentively.
Except...Li Changkong is still sleeping soundly in the corner!
Zhen Jian tried his best to remind his young master, but Li Changkong was so deep asleep that he didn't even notice at all.
As a result, Li Changkong, who was sitting in a remote seat, became the focus of the audience at this moment.
When Li Shanchang saw this, his expression became increasingly grim and he winked at Hu Yan.
Hu Yan immediately understood and said: "What is the meaning of this poem? The student will come and answer one or two."