Rolling, rolling, a gorgeous cyan carriage inlaid with gold was driving slowly on the street. In front of and behind the carriage was a royal guard in a crimson robe, shouting in front of him and standing behind him, looking extraordinary.
However, not many people knew that in the gorgeous blue carriage, Xie Chuan lowered his head and felt restless.
"What's going on? Why did that Chen Shaojun suddenly become so powerful?"
Thinking of what just happened in the Zhuyuan, Xie Chuan felt uncomfortable in his heart. In front of so many people, Xie Chuan made a huge mistake, which was something that had never happened before.
If it weren't for Xie Chuan's natural glory and his great prestige among scholars, and the fact that the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was in charge of other officials and in charge of their promotions, he would have lost face this time.
"Sir, we're here."
Just as Xie Chuan was thinking, the carriage suddenly shook and a voice came from outside the carriage.
"knew."
Xie Chuan hummed and came to his senses. Taking a deep breath in the carriage, Xie Chuan opened the carriage door, stepped out with one foot and walked out.
Outside the carriage, a huge mansion, solemn and majestic, suddenly came into view.
"Xie Mansion", on the gate of the mansion, there are two large red lacquer characters, dragons and phoenixes dancing, revealing a powerful position.
"Master!"
From a distance, two guards had already seen Xie Chuan and strode towards him.
"How's it going? Is the master back?"
Xie Chuan raised his head and said.
"The master has just come back and is drinking tea in the hall." The guard said respectfully.
"knew."
Xie Chuan responded absently, lowered his head, and immediately walked inside. Just after taking a few steps, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Chuan'er!"
The voice was mellow, majestic, and exuding a scholarly air.
Xie Chuan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly raised his head.
"teacher!"
Xie Chuan quickly stood up straight and bowed respectfully, his expression even showing some awe:
"Student Xie Chuan, say hello to the teacher!"
The person who came was about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a green Confucian robe. He had one hand on his back and a book of scriptures in the other hand. He was walking out of Xie's mansion. It was Wu Ruhai, Xie Chuan's teacher.
Mr. Su from the Zizhang school of thought.
Although Wu Ruhai did not hold any official position, as one of the representative figures of Zizhang School, he had great reputation and influence both inside and outside the government.
Even Xie Chuan's father, Xie Mingyuan, was able to sit in the position of Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs because of Wu Ruhai's recommendation. Therefore, everyone in the Xie family, including Xie Chuan's father, Xie Mingyuan, was in awe of him.
"You came just in time, I was just looking for you. Let me ask you, have you slacked off on your studies this time when you went to the Zhuyuan Poetry Recital?"
Wu Ruhai looked at Xie Chuan with very sharp eyes. Although he loved Xie Chuan, a closed disciple, but because of this, he became more severe and even harsh towards him.
"Teacher, students never dare to slack off. The students have answered all the homework left by the teacher yesterday."
Xie Chuan said respectfully, although his talent is higher than many people, Xie Chuan actually works harder than many people.
"Bring me my homework."
He gestured to the back, and a servant dressed in indigo and brocade quickly got into Xie Chuan's carriage and came over with a stack of thick snow-covered papers.
"Teacher, please take a look."
Xie Chuan took the snow paper from the servant, held it in both hands, and handed it over respectfully.
Wu Ruhai took it and studied it carefully. After a while, a smile appeared on his face and he nodded repeatedly:
"Okay, that's right! Learning is like being a human being. You have to be down-to-earth, rigorous, and not careless. If you go to the Zhuyuan Poetry Recital and don't forget your lessons, you are indeed my proud disciple!"
Wu Ruhai looked at Xie Chuan through the top of the snow paper with an expression of admiration.
"The teacher praised me so much that the students didn't dare!"
Xie Chuan looked modest. As he spoke, he bowed respectfully, and a crumpled paper ball fell out following Xie Chuan's movements.
"No...it's that pair."
Xie Chuan was shocked when he saw the paper ball. He wanted to cover it up, but it was already too late——
"What's this?"
A familiar voice came from his ears. Before Xie Chuan could bend down, Wu Ruhai in front of him had already picked up the paper ball on the ground.
"Teacher, that's..."
Just as Xie Chuan was about to explain, he was interrupted by Wu Ruhai.
"draft?"
Wu Ruhai spread out the paper ball, took a glance at it, and immediately frowned, his expression became stern:
"Chuan'er! How did I teach you that no matter what article you write, your handwriting must be neat! Moreover, what you wrote is actually the most basic pairing. Our Zhang school is known as the first of the eight schools. If this matter spreads out,
, What kind of dignity has it become? How can our Zi Zhang school have any dignity!"
At the end of the sentence, Wu Ruhai was so angry that his palms trembled.
As we all know, what Wu Ruhai values most is the reputation and honor of the school.
Wu Ruhai has always believed that duology is the most basic and lowest level of knowledge among the three realms of knowledge, poetry and articles. Therefore, he dislikes doing duizi very much and strictly prohibits his disciples from doing so.
Xie Chuan just violated his taboo.
"Teacher! Please listen to my explanation!"
Xie Chuan's face turned pale. How could he have expected that the pair he brought back from the Zhuyuan Poetry Club would cause such a big trouble. But before he could explain, he heard a soft sigh in his ears.
Xie Chuan was startled. After following Wu Ruhai for so long, Xie Chuan was very familiar with it. The teacher would only make such a sound when he saw excellent poems and articles.
"Yansuo Pondliu, what a strange pairing!"
Xie Chuan raised his head and saw Wu Ruhai staring at the unfolded paper ball, as if he was in some kind of huge confusion:
"The artistic conception of this pair is just the middle one, but with the addition of the five elements of fire, metal, water, earth, and wood, everything is completely different. The artistic conception is easy to pair, but the five elements are difficult to pair. The five elements are aligned, but there is no such artistic conception. There is actually such a thing in the world
A perfect match...this is absolute!"
Xie Chuan looked at the teacher in front of him with shock and confusion. This pairing was certainly exquisite, otherwise he wouldn't have felt so unbearable after destroying that person's snow paper in Zhuyuan that he copied it again himself.
But Xie Chuan didn't expect that even with his teacher's level as a master of Wen Dao, he couldn't seem to be right, and even called it absolute.
What made him even more unexpected was that the teacher, who had always disliked Duizi, actually saw a surge in his cultivation when he looked at Duizi, and traces of literary spirit poured into Wu Ruhai's mind from all directions.
This is the phenomenon of epiphany that only occurs when people in the literary world have some realization!
Confucianism and Taoism are divided into students, students, Confucian scholars, masters, great Confucians, great Confucians, masters, Confucian leaders, sages, semi-sages, and saints according to the depth of their literary talent.
It is already good for most people to become great Confucians. Those who have reached the level of Grandmaster are just a handful. Going up further will be difficult every step of the way.
Wu Ruhai's cultivation had stalled more than ten years ago.
However, he didn't expect that just a pair would actually make his cultivation level increase again!
At this moment, even Xie Chuan was stunned.
"Hahaha! Chuan'er, you really surprised me! I blamed you wrongly. I didn't expect you to be able to make such a match. You are indeed a disciple of our Zi Zhang School. I am so happy.
!”
Wu Ruhai raised his head from the paper and suddenly came back to his senses. He found that his literary spirit had improved, his eyes could not help but brighten, and he laughed out loud:
"Three days later, there will be a banquet. The Taifu will be the host. All other great masters will be present. At that time, I will show them your match and recommend you to the Taifu's sect. Chuan'er, with your
With your qualifications, your future achievements will surely be limitless!”
"Buzz!"
Hearing the teacher's words, Xie Chuan's eyes were confused, and a strong panic suddenly arose in his heart. He never thought that a pair he copied would actually attract such attention from the teacher.
"Teacher, I..."
"Okay, that's the decision! Chuan'er, don't let me down!"
Before Xie Chuan could finish speaking, Wu Ruhai patted Xie Chuan on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
"Thank you teacher!"
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Xie Chuan's mind, and he finally bowed respectfully. The salute was very stiff, but Wu Ruhai didn't notice it at all.
Wu Ruhai took the crumpled paper and left quickly, but Xie Chuan stood at the door, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Chen Shaojun, anyway, the Chen family has declined, and you can't have much future. For the sake of my fame and wealth, I have no choice but to wrong you."
For a long, long time, Xie Chuan raised his head, looked at the misty sky, and finally made up his mind.
"Come here! Help me call Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi over here!"
"Zhou Yuan, Lu Zhi, pass a message for me, saying that Chen Shaojun gathered in the bamboo forest and plagiarized poems, which insulted the reputation of our Confucianism..."