Chapter 33 Meng Kuan is here

"What a literary talent! Mr. Li is indeed as talented as Brother Yuan said."

Curzon looked at the poem on the scroll, chanting it over and over again, his eyes shining.

As the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, many people wanted to ask him for a word of praise, but they couldn't.

At this moment, his eyes were like those of a hungry person, as excited as seeing food.

Yuan Guang didn't speak, but his face looked a bit proud and complacent.

It's as if this poem was written by him, and he is proud of it.

"I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming... The words are brisk, with only a few sentences, but the meaning is far-reaching."

"Brother Curzon, you still remember that winter, you and I entered the Guozixue together and studied under the teacher."

"The first lesson the teacher taught us was to learn from Mei's qualities."

"Only when you endure the bitter cold can you feel the subtle fragrance. When you and I were studying, we were wearing thin clothes and it was so bitter and cold. However, it was precisely because of that experience that Yuan Guang became what he is today."

Coulson said quietly: "Is this the reason why you snatch my quilt every night?"

Yuan Guang was suddenly embarrassed.

At that time, he was relatively poor in education, and the two of them could only sleep on one quilt. Yuan Guang liked to sleep with the quilt rolled up, and would wake Curson up every time in the middle of the night.

"Ning Yuan, Meng Kuan will come to the academy to discuss Taoism in a while. I don't know if you will be there at some point. Are you confident?" Yuan Guang naturally changed the subject.

When Meng Kuan was mentioned, Curzon frowned again.

"Ning Yuan is Brother Yuan's disciple, and together with my disciple, they are all young heroes."

"But Meng Kuan is indeed extraordinary! Let alone Ning Yuan, even if I want to win against him, it will be difficult for me."

"It's a pity that although Li Qingxuan is talented, he is not proficient in the classics of sages, and Meng Kuan's discussion of Taoism is of no use."

"But according to my opinion, it is better to hang this poem in the lobby today. If Meng Kuan like this comes, maybe he can kill his spirit."

"It just requires Li Qingxuan's consent."

"I know Mr. Li's human nature and won't mind. What's more, he gave this poem to me. Posting it is also to make him famous." Yuan Guang made the decision.

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The main hall located in the center of the Imperial College is the place where Confucian saints are enshrined.

In front of the Saint's Hall is the lobby that welcomes guests.

In the lobby, there are hanging calligraphy works of outstanding figures in the academy's history.

Only those famous sayings passed down from generation to generation are qualified to be placed here.

Two students carried a ladder to the lobby and hung the painting in the most conspicuous blank space as soon as they entered the door.

Such an action immediately attracted the attention of people around him.

"Which gentleman has another masterpiece? It can be hung in the lobby."

"It's like a painting with poetry on it."

"There are some gentlemen in my academy who are excellent at poetry and painting. Come and have a look."

After hanging the painting, the two students left.

Everyone finally saw the complete painting clearly.

A few simple strokes outline the character of the plum blossoms, blooming in the cold wind, showing a sense of disdain for the wind and snow.

"This painting is good, and this poem."

Someone started reading the poem above.

"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance."

"Catchy and a refreshing read."

"I wonder which gentleman wrote it?"

Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums have always been a quality praised by scholars.

The scholars who can enter the Imperial Academy are all the elites of Daxia, and their appreciation level is naturally very high.

"The signature is Li Qingxuan."

"Who is this Mr. Li Qingxuan? Why have I never heard of him?"

There are more and more students around, and everyone is commenting on this poem.

…

The Yage behind the academy is built near the lake.

Willows sprouting new branches are reflected on the lake.

The Empress of Great Xia Huazhi stood in front of the window, but her mood was as restless as the sparkling lake water.

Meng Kuan will come to discuss Taoism soon, but Yuan Guang and Kou Song seem to have no plan to deal with it.

If Meng Kuan wins this time, it will not only be the face of the Imperial Academy, but also the face of her, the Empress of Great Xia.

Huazhi ascended the throne, and scholars all over the world had already criticized it. If they lose this time, they will not blame Meng Kuan's genius and their own skills as inferior to others. Instead, they will think that Huazhi, the empress, ascended the throne, so the cultural context of Daxia It just went downhill.

Yang Xuanji and Xue Gang also stood there quietly.

How dare they sit down if His Majesty doesn't take his seat.

Suddenly there was a commotion below.

"what happened?"

Xue Gang asked a book boy at the door.

The book boy went down to understand the situation and returned quickly.

"I heard that a picture of plum blossoms was hung in the lobby of the front yard, with a poem written on it. There were several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han was blooming alone... It caused a sensation in the academy."

"This poem is indeed very good!"

Yang Xuanji stroked his beard.

Even Huazhi, who was standing by the window, couldn't help but turn his head, with a bit of brilliance in his eyes.

"There is such a talented person in the Imperial College! Why are you still afraid of that Meng Kuan?"

The book boy sighed.

"I heard that the person who composed this poem was not a student at the academy, but a friend of Master Yuan."

"Not a student of the Imperial College?"

Huazhi moved slightly.

"Mr. Yuan has met a knowledgeable person. Since he is a friend of Mr. Yuan, he must be no ordinary person. I would like to meet him someday."

When Huazhi ascended the throne, a large number of opponents were killed, and many positions in the court were vacant. It was a time when talent was desperately needed.

"Maybe I have something else to say today. I would like to meet the person who composed this poem now."

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

Before anyone came in, they already started shouting: "Meng Kuan is coming to the academy."