The tea cup that was originally held by Duan Zhiyun fell out of thin air, fell apart, and the tea spilled on the table.

Duan Lizheng, Xin'an Junwang and others, who were sitting at the table, had no choice but to stand up.

"What's wrong?" Duan Lizheng looked at his sister, "Be careful not to tie your hands." ”

Duan Zhiyun's face turned red and whispered, "It's okay, it's just that I was surprised to hear that there was a woman in Ziyang Academy." ”

"Sister Duan, does she know this woman named Zhu Ying?" The little county king of Xin'an narrowed a pair of peach blossom eyes and stared at Duan Zhiyun with interest.

"I don't know." Duan Zhiyun immediately shook her head, and then realized that her reaction was a little excessive, she exhaled lightly, and said with a smile, "If there is really such a learned woman, I would really like to meet her." ”

"That's right." Xin'an Xiaojun Wang snapped and closed the paper fan in his hand, "After all, Sister Duan is a talented girl, even you don't know it, it seems that this woman named Zhu Ying was unknown before." ”

Duan Zhiyun responded to the words of the little county king of Xin'an, and quietly peeked into his brother's face. Finding that her brother's face was as usual, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Duan Lizheng didn't know the name of his fiancée, Miss Zhu Jiu, and she and her mother had never seen that shameless woman in front of him.

So now it seems that they really don't know each other.

She knows a woman named Zhu Ying, but this Zhu Ying should not be Zhu Ying. So I'm not lying, Duan Zhiyun thought to herself.

Miss Zhu Jiu is famous for her stupidity in Huizhou, and she doesn't even know the rhymes that children can memorize, and as for answering Mr. Nanshan in Ziyang Academy, it is even more impossible.

Sensationalism is pretty much the same.

It should just be a duplicate name. Duan Zhiyun frowned, but she was faintly uneasy in her heart.

"Nameless woman," Murong Lang touched his chin, "this makes people even more curious." ”

"Indeed, hey," shouted the little scholar of the Xin'an Xiaojun Dynasty, "Is the small class of Ziyang Academy over?" ”

"Should...... Not yet," said the scholar, stumbling, "I was lighting the torches as I left, and the people were gathered there. ”

"Really, from the morning to now?" Xin'an Xiaojunwang opened his eyes wide, patted his thigh, and said with a smile, "Such a wonderful event cannot be missed." Li Zheng, Brother Murong, let's go, let's take a look! ”

With that, he snapped open the paper fan again and strode out of the garden.

"Good idea. Let's go, let's see. Murong Lang readily agreed, and walked out behind the King of Xin'an Xiaojun.

Duan Lizheng looked at the backs of the two, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he was about to follow, but as soon as he took a step, he found that the corners of his sleeves were being grabbed.

He turned around suspiciously, and found that Duan Zhiyun was pulling the corner of his sleeve, biting his lip tightly, and then seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "Big brother, I want to go and see it too." ”

Duan Lizheng looked at his sister twice, nodded after thinking for a while, and admonished, "But you have to follow me, don't run around." ”

Duan Zhiyun nodded heavily and let go of his brother's sleeves.

Duan Lizheng smiled gently, and strode to chase after Murong Lang and the King of Xin'an County in front.

And Duan Zhiyun, who was attached to the back, beckoned to Yahuan beside her, and whispered a few words to Yahuan, only to see Yahuan running towards the main house with a solemn face.

Duan Zhiyun straightened the dress on her body and chased in the direction of her brother.

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The night shrouded the Wuqu Hidden Screen Peak, the torch illuminated the grass hall of Ziyang Academy, the originally lonely forest was now crowded with a crowd of people, and most of the students who were originally sitting in the open space in front of the grass hall had already stood up, no longer sitting neatly in place, but formed a circle, and outside that circle, many people who came later to hear the news also gathered around the students layer upon layer.

It was so crowded, but it wasn't noisy at all in front of the cottage.

Except for the sound of the wind and the burning of torches, the whole grass hall is like a wilderness, and there is only the sound of questions and answers from the old and the happy.

The old man and the maiden were talking in the wilderness.

One question and one answer.

One groan, one harmony.

You come and go.

There was no pause.

The teachings of the sage, the philosophies of Confucianism, the emotions of poets, the remembrances of wanderers, and the incomparably large number of words and their full connotations flow and explode slowly and rapidly in the dialogue between the two.

Mr. Nanshan no longer flips through books, and both of them rely on their own memories alone, asking questions and answers as smoothly as if they were searching for things. From the morning to now, the two of them have not dripped, although their voices are a little dry, but the conversation has not slowed down at all, and there is no trace of fatigue in their expressions. The two people at the top and the bottom looked at each other from a distance, their eyes shining, and they were already in a trance.

The girl kept chanting, and the condensed feelings kept overwhelming the air in the forest. Like an invisible hammer, Li Wenyao and Mu Kezhi, who were closest to her, only felt dizzy for a while, and their consciousness was instinctively attracted by the sound.

It is such a difficult scripture, but only a true reader understands the beauty in it.

The students around were fascinated, and everyone held their breath every time the girl answered a question fluently.

The girl replied without the slightest pause, her voice like a song, and the melody was delicate and firm in force.

It seems that the question and answer is not impatient, but in fact, it has entered a white-hot stage, Mr. Nanshan's rhythm is getting faster and faster, and the girl's response is becoming more and more delicate and complicated, and everyone around is engrossed in comprehending the essence of the conversation between the two, only to feel that the hard work is going to be boiled dry, and there are constantly beads of sweat oozing from the foreheads of students.

There was a pop, and a student who was close to him fell to the ground, causing a commotion around him, but no one had the energy to pay attention to him, but he just rushed forward, and the fallen student got up with the support of the scholar, and his first reaction was to pull the student next to him, and asked eagerly, "Which question did you just talk about?" What did you answer? ”

The student who was grabbed hurriedly replied, and others took notes on their robes with pens.

"This sentence is good, I have never heard this sentence, I must write it down."

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and there were more and more students who couldn't hold on, but no one left, and the fallen drank two sips of water and continued to get up and listen.

Li Wenyao was thirsty in his mouth, but he was reluctant to leave for a moment to find water to drink, his chest was bitter, he couldn't help but sigh, his vision was blurred for a while, and his eyes were hot.

He just sat here, thirsty, and the girl next to him kept talking without dripping.

Everything around him was far away from him, and all that could enter Li Wenyao's ears was the question and answer of the girl and the teacher.

With the voices of the two, swim in the sea of books.

The girl has shaped her own world with words and language.

is obviously close at hand, but it seems that the heart is at the end of the world.

After sitting down for six hours in a row, the voices of the two gradually became hoarse, and Mr. Nanshan changed his sitting position several times, but the girl's posture did not change much, and her body sat upright on the grass, her eyes were still bright.

Zhu Luan has not answered any of the questions wrong, and the two people who answered each other have never stopped. The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the flames on the torches are getting brighter and brighter, and the girl and the old man who are looking at each other from afar surrounded by the torches seem to be separated from each other.

The entire cottage was shrouded in another dimension.

The first ray of Xi slightly pierced the sky, as if the atmosphere in solidification was finally broken by a student's exclamation.

"Wrong! Wrong! That question and answer was wrong! A student screamed excitedly as he held up a book with sleepy eyes.

"The east is not shining, and the north is even more lonely. This sentence is in the thirty-fourth line of the seventh page of the sixth volume of the "Selected Poems of Guhuai", not the sixth line of the ninth page of the eighth volume! ”

The shrill voice of the male student echoed in the forest, and everyone who was in a daze seemed to be drunk, and they exhaled one after another, like waking up from a dream.

"What? Got it wrong? "Finally a question and answer is wrong?" "Where's the book? Show it to me! There was a lot of chatter all around.

Li Wenyao came back to her senses, suddenly turned her head to look at Zhu Luan, she also woke up like a dream, looked around blankly, noticed the sight around her, the girl looked back, her dark pupils stared at Li Wenyao, like a child who is not deep, she gently turned her head like a bird.

"Did you answer wrong? I remember it was indeed the sixth line on page 9 of volume 8. She said.

Mr. Nanshan sat at the top and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something, and the discussion in the audience gradually disappeared.

In the silence, a man's gentle voice suddenly interjected.

"She didn't answer wrong."

There was an instant silence in front of the cottage, and all eyes were on the direction from which the sound came.

The crowd dispersed, and it was a young man dressed in a stone green robe.

"She didn't answer wrong." Duan Lizheng repeated, "There are two versions of "Selected Poems of Guhuai", which was compiled and revised in the first year of Zaichu, and everyone has been using the edited version since then, but in the first edition circulated in the Yongchang period, this sentence is indeed on the sixth line of the ninth page of the eighth volume. ”

He smiled at the crowd and the girl in the midst of them, a little dazzling in the morning light.