Deng Lihua's sisters rode in a carriage, Deng Tu sat on the wheel, Zhang Miao and Zhang Ping pretended to be entourage guards, and the wheels drove out of the city and drove to Xijiachi, ten miles south of the city.

In the second year of Jian'an, Liu Biao built a school palace in Xiangyang City, took Song Zhong as the Five Classics, invited Confucianism as a doctor, and opened a state school, which attracted scholars from all over the country to come, and many scholars came from the Central Plains or even from Hebei thousands of miles away.

The culture and education of Xiangyang is prevalent, and even Xu Du cannot be compared.

As a pastor of Jingzhou, Liu Biao attached great importance to culture and education, and in addition to inviting the great Confucian Song Zhong to be in charge of the state school, he himself also personally participated in it, holding regular literary meetings, and getting together with scholars to discuss scriptures and classics.

The best place to hold the cultural meeting is not the Xue Palace in Xiangyang City, but the Xijia Pond outside the city.

During the Jianwu period of the Han Dynasty, Xiangyang Hou Xi Yu built a long 60 steps, 40 steps wide earthen embankment under the White Horse Mountain, led the white horse spring water to build a pond to raise fish, it is the Xijia Pond, after more than 100 years of renovation, now the Xijia Pond is a pavilion, flowers and gardens, it has become a famous place to play in Xiangyang, and the Xiangyang Cultural Association is often held here.

There were endless cars and horses on the road, mostly the scholars and their entourage who went to Xijiachi to participate in the cultural meeting, and Zhang Miao and his entourage were not conspicuous in it.

When the group arrived at the foot of White Horse Mountain, they were stopped by officers and soldiers, and they had to verify their identities before they could be released. Deng Tu has the invitation card given by Deng She, and it is natural to pass unimpeded.

Deng She was busy wearing a cyan official robe, and when he saw Deng Tu and his party, he hurriedly explained a few words to the people next to him, and then greeted him.

"Ah Zhong, why did you bring the kid surnamed Zhang here?" Deng She pulled Deng Tu aside and complained in a low voice.

Deng Tu touched the scar on his face: "He asked to come, how can I refuse this little thing?" ”

It's all here, and Deng She can only sigh helplessly, "That's fine, when Lihua sees Jing Xiang's hero, the kid surnamed Zhang will naturally not enter her eyes." ”

Deng Lihua got out of the car, and another woman got out of the car behind her, who was about the same age as her, but much worse than Deng Lihua, it was Deng She's daughter Deng Yan, Deng Lihua's cousin.

This is a garden covering an area of hundreds of acres, and although it is late autumn, the scenery is still very beautiful.

The spring water gushes out from the White Horse Mountain, gathers into a stream and flows into the Xijia Pond, around the Xijia Pond, there are more than ten pavilions, landscapes, pavilions distributed in a patchwork, forming a beautiful picture.

And hundreds of robes and wide-sleeved scholars, with Bo belts and crowns, are dotted among the scrolls.

Looking at this peaceful situation, Zhang Miao was a little skeptical about whether it was a troubled time now, and Huyang and other places that were being attacked by thieves seemed to be another world.

Zhang Ping was a little cringe, looking at those scholars, and then looking at his short clothes, he was very inferior, since entering the Xi family pool, he has always talked a lot, and he no longer speaks.

Of course, Zhang Miao didn't flinch, but he didn't say much, but looked at the situation seriously. He wanted to know that Kong Ming, Xu Shu and others were present, but after looking around, he didn't find anyone who looked like Tang Guoqiang.

At this moment, the melodious chime sounded, and the scholars gathered towards the high platform by the pond.

Zhang Miao and Zhang Ping also walked over, and saw more than ten people sitting on the four-foot-high platform, and a middle-aged scribe in his forties was the first to speak.

From the whispers of the scholars around him, Zhang Miao knew that this middle-aged scribe was called Song Zhong, and he was asked by Jingzhou Mu Liu Biaoyan to engage in the Five Classics in charge of state studies.

Zhang Miao is a top student in the Department of History, and he is also very familiar with the history of the late Han Dynasty, and knows that this Song Zhong is a great Confucian of the Han and Wei dynasties, and has many works.

Song Zhong's voice was loud, quoting scriptures and classics to talk about it. Although Zhang Miao is a history major, he is not very proficient in ancient texts, and he can only hear that he is talking about the Book of Changes, but the specific content is not very understandable.

But when I looked around, the scholars around me were fascinated.

After Song Zhong, several people gave lectures, all of them were doctors of state studies, Zhang Miao did not listen carefully, but looked at the people on the high platform carefully.

According to the dignity of the position, the one who sat in the highest position was Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao, I saw that he was about fifty years old, fair and handsome, high-crowned and broad-headed, and he was a handsome old man. It's just that his face is a little pale, and he has a faint sick look, and he is probably not in good health.

is such a handsome old guy, sitting in the eight counties of Jingxiang, with more than 100,000 people in armor, but he is obsessed with literary affairs and spends most of his energy on such things, and he doesn't have the slightest idea of dominating the world, which makes people really sigh.

Just when Zhang Miao sighed in his heart, the scholars around him cheered and cheered.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Miao hurriedly asked.

Looking at Zhang Miao's dress, the short placket is straight, and it is clear that he is dressed as a person, and the scholars don't want to pay attention to him.

"Wang Zhongxuan is going to write a poem, and everyone is looking forward to it." A scholar in a linen robe couldn't look at it and explained to Zhang Miao in a low voice.

"Wang Zhongxuan?" Zhang Miao was stunned for a moment, not knowing who this was.

"It's Gaoping Wang Cang!" The scholar continued.

"Oh, oh!" Zhang Miao suddenly understood.

Wang Cang, one of the seven sons of Jian'an, is a famous genius in this era!

"Thank you, brother. In Xiahuyang Zhang Miao, dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname? Zhang Miao hurriedly said.

"In Xia Xu Shu, the character is straight." The gentleman smiled and turned his head away.

It turned out to be Xu Shu! Zhang Miao suddenly became excited.

This is the first celebrity of the Three Kingdoms I have met since I crossed over!

When he had the heart to continue talking, Wang Cang on the stage had already begun to compose poems, and Zhang Miao could only press it for the time being, waiting for the literary meeting to talk later.

On the stage, Wang Cang was chanting poetry.

"Xijing is chaotic, and the jackals and tigers are in trouble.

Abandon China and commit yourself to Jing Barbarian.

Relatives feel sorry for me, and friends chase after me.

When you go out, you can't see anything, and the white bones cover the plain.

There are hungry women on the road, holding their children and abandoning the grass.

Gu heard the crying sound and waved his tears and refused to return it.

I don't know where I died, how can I finish the two.

drove the horse away, and could not bear to hear this.

Climb the south to the shore of the tomb and look back at Chang'an.

The people who went to the spring to understand the bottom of the river were sad and sad. ”

After the poem was written, many scholars present were sad and couldn't help themselves.

Wang Cang's poems are so mournful, telling the chaos of Chang'an and even the entire Central Plains, the white bones are exposed in the wild, there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, and the current northern land is already full of sorrow!

Many of the scholars present came to Jingzhou from the north to escape the war, and many of them had personal experience in Wang Cang's poems.

"The poems of Zhongxuan will be passed down to future generations and will be glorious for eternity." On the high platform, Song Zhong sighed.

Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao nodded slightly and sighed: "It's just that the tone is too sad." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, who else has a masterpiece for everyone to taste?" Seeing that everyone present was saddened by Wang Cang's poems, Liu Biao personally came forward and said to everyone present.