Zhou Jingrong lay on the railing on the third floor of Qi Wuju, looked at the scattered figures downstairs, and wondered: "Why are there so few people today?" ”

Zhou Yong explained: "Jixian Hall has three days of debate every ten days, and after these days, it will be fine. ”

Zhou Jingrong said curiously: "Jixian Pavilion? Dialectics? ”

Zhou Yong smiled and popularized science for her: "The girl doesn't know, Jixian Hall is a study, with a large number of books, not only in our Puhe County, but also in the entire Yanping County, and it is the favorite gathering place for literati and students." Debate is a kind of academic exchange, and students can express their opinions and enhance their knowledge. Every debate day, students from many other prefectures come to the school. ”

Zhou Jingrong's eyes lit up, and she said with great interest: "Then let's go and join in the fun." ”

Zhou Yongying said: "Okay, then I'll go and prepare the carriage." ”

Zhou Jingrong came to the Jixian Pavilion, and there were indeed crowds of people inside and outside the museum, rubbing shoulders one after another. When she stepped out of the carriage, she received a small wave of attention.

Although the Xia Dynasty is open, women from large families will cover their faces if they go out alone, and it is really rare for someone to swagger like Zhou Jingrong.

However, people's attention was soon attracted by the bursts of cheers coming from the museum, and Zhou Jingrong also squeezed in with the crowd regardless of the image.

When he entered the hall, there were no seats, and Zhou Jingrong could only stand in the middle of the crowd.

The students sat in columns, and a painting hung in the middle, which was the content of today's debate.

Zhou Jingrong looked over and was surprised to find that the painting was actually from her merman legend?!

A student stood up and saluted everyone, gentle and elegant, but his words were quite disdainful: "This painting is just an entertainment market, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, I don't know what to argue." ”

Another student retorted: "This brother is wrong, this painting is innovative in form, subverting tradition, it is a new art form, how can it be said to be vulgar?" ”

"What an art form, it's just graffiti! Is anything different from tradition an innovation? This work is not rigorous, vassal and elegant, it is clearly grandstanding, and it is unbearable! ”

"I don't see where the vassal elegance is, this work has a distinct personality, unique, and is clearly a rare masterpiece!"

……

Zhou Jingrong listened to a few words, and then felt excited.

They can't get around the arguments of elegance and vulgarity, and everything can be related to class. Scholars are the top, business is the bottom, elegance is the top, and the vulgar is the bottom, which is really narrow.

"What is elegant and what is vulgar?" A cold voice sounded unhurriedly, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhou Jingrong also followed the voice and looked over and found that it was Fu Yunshen. He was wearing an azure robe, and his posture was upright, like a green bamboo proudly standing in the heavens and the earth.

Zhou Jingrong suddenly discovered that although Fu Yunshen had an excellent appearance, his grace and bearing were not given by his appearance, but flowed out of his bones. He stood there, leisurely and indifferent, like a murmuring water, like a bright moon and a breeze.

Fu Yunshen said slowly: "The debate between elegance and vulgarity has been more than a thousand years, and there has never been a debate about right or wrong, the so-called elegance or vulgarity is just a personal preference." If you have to use the elegant and vulgar theory, the sense of subordination, this work is easy to understand, entertaining, with ups and downs of the plot, there is a satire of human greed, and it has the effect of alerting the world......

Zhou Jingrong looked at Fu Yunshen in a daze, listening to his mouth spitting pearls, and his heart was surging.

It's not because of his affirmation of her paintings, but because he, as an ancient, is not bound by feudal etiquette and religion, and has such a detached mind, which is really rare.

Zhou Jingrong muttered to herself: "I suddenly feel that Fu Yunshen is a little handsome!" ”

Xian Ge was stunned when he heard it, what does handsome mean, is the second grandmother praising the second master, or is it a loss to the second master?

Before Xian Ge could figure it out, she saw Yan Feng greeting her through several layers of people: "Little Xian Ge! ”

Xian Ge glared at Yan Feng angrily, he was only half a year older than her, and he always called her like a child, which was really annoying.

Yanfeng came to Zhou Jingrong and said with a smile: "Second grandma, the second master has a seat inside, and the little one will take you over." ”

Zhou Jingrong came to the private room with the wind of words, opened the curtain and saw an acquaintance, and said happily: "Miss Song." ”

Song Tinglan was a little surprised to see Zhou Jingrong, but she quickly regained her expressionless face and said lightly: "You don't have to be so polite, when it comes to it, I should call you a second sister-in-law." ”

Song Tinglan and Fu Yunshen were both cold, and Zhou Jingrong couldn't find a common topic, so the two of them were relatively speechless until the end of the debate.

Fu Yunshen walked in with a man with a delicate face and a gentle bearing, and introduced to Zhou Jingrong: "This is the eldest brother-in-law. ”

Zhou Jingrong understood that this is the husband of Fu Yunshen's cousin Fu Chunhua, that is, Song Tinglan's brother Song Ziyan, and Fu Yunshen are also classmates.

Song Ziyan said abruptly: "I just learned that the picture of the shark was made by my younger brother and sister. ”

When Song Ziyan was just arguing, he was on the side that was not optimistic, so he was a little embarrassed.

Zhou Jingrong smiled indifferently: "Each flower has its own eyes, I don't care what others say, and the eldest brother-in-law doesn't have to mind." ”

Fu Yunshen listened to Zhou Jingrong's open-minded words, and couldn't tell for a while whether she was sincere or acting, after all, this was very different from her previous rude and narrow-minded image.

A few people left the Jixian Pavilion and went home.

Song Ziyan said to Song Tinglan: "Lan Niang, you get in the car and wait for me first, and I'll buy chestnut cakes for your sister-in-law." ”

Song Tinglan muttered: "It's okay to let the little guy buy it, I have to go in person." ”

Zhou Jingrong smiled and sighed in her heart, even in ancient times with three wives and four concubines, there were sincere people, and I don't know where her happiness is.