On the Wuqu Yinping Peak, the mountain wind is fluttering, and the pines and cypresses that are still verdant in winter are rustling.

In front of the thatched hall of Ziyang Academy, the girl's pleasant voice seemed to be still echoing.

There was silence for a moment, and the students finally saw who had just answered, and there was a buzz in front of the grass hall.

The students are talking about it, how can it be her? How could a woman answer a scripture that none of them would know?

Some students looked at Mu Kezhi and Li Wenyao, who were sitting next to Zhu Luan, suspiciously, suspecting that the two of them had told the woman the answer.

Although the Nine Methods of the Ram are not often spoken, if Mu Kezhi or Li Wenyao answered, no one would be too shocked or surprised. But...... Why was this woman able to explain the Nine Laws of the Ram so clearly? This is not something that my daughter's family reads. Why did she seem so familiar with such an obscure text?

Could it be that she, as she herself said, has learned the knowledge of the world since she was a child, and has an incomparably broad insight?

Looking at the thin and delicate girl, no one could believe this inference.

Mr. Nanshan didn't believe it either, he thought about what the girl said before, and also looked at the two people sitting next to Zhu Luan, his eyes full of doubts.

Mr. Nanshan frowned, glanced at the next woman, and twisted the pages with his fingers.

"What is the book of the Five Classics? What? What page? He said.

The eyes of everyone present were focused on Zhu Luan.

Although this sentence is addressed to everyone, there is no doubt that it is aimed at this girl.

Zhu Luan bowed slightly, and changed from sitting cross-legged to sitting. Although the expression on his face was still so calm, Li Wenyao felt that the atmosphere that lingered on the girl's body seemed to have changed in an instant.

"The Book of Books, page 72, line 7, line 19, page 43, line 19." She said.

Mr. Nanshan was silent for a while, and it was obvious that the girl had answered correctly even the number of pages and lines.

The students around couldn't help but change color.

"Next question. Reciting Ruan Yu's seven sons Mingtai Mountain couplet poems, the full text. ”

Li Wenyao was shocked, it was a masterpiece of ancient style couplets with a total length of 360 lines. In general, the anthologies of poetry are roughly excerpted from the more popular parts, and it is not necessary to memorize the whole content. In addition, unlike the rhythmic poems, it is well known that there is no norm in terms of plainness and rhyme, and it is difficult to recite free-spirited ancient style poems.

While the students were still stunned, a pleasant voice came from Li Wenyao's ears.

Almost as soon as Mr. Nanshan's words fell, the girl spoke seamlessly.

The sound is crisp and subdued.

In just a quarter of an hour, history has passed through three hundred years, and three hundred and sixty lines of ancient style poems have been recited from the mouth of the girl, and every word is perfect.

As soon as the girl's voice fell, Mr. Nanshan's new question came again, sharper and more difficult.

The girl replied again.

Mr. Nanshan asked again.

"Here we go." Li Wenyao heard Mu Kezhi beside him say in a low voice.

"What started?" He asked.

"For the third time in the history of Ziyang Academy, there is a special one-person Q&A session." Mu Kezhi grinned at him, once again put his eyes on the girl beside him, and listened attentively to the question and answer between the girl and the gentleman.

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"Li Zheng, didn't you go to the academy today?" In the garden of Duanfu, Duan Lizheng, who had just finished fighting with the king of Xin'an Xiaojun, was wiping his sweat, but he saw a senior he knew when he was studying at Ziyang Academy who had been admitted to the juren into the garden, and asked in surprise when he saw him.

"Brother Murong, you're here. Why am I going to the academy today? Duan Lizheng put down the handkerchief that wiped his sweat and asked suspiciously.

"Did Mr. Nanshan ask you to participate before, but you forgot about it?" The little king of Xin'an, who was sitting on the side, laughed.

"Brother will not forget what Mr. said." Duan Zhiyun was sitting a little farther away, serving tea to her brother and the prince of the county, and the maidservant beside her brought a fruit plate, and she said while scalding a cup of tea smoothly.

"Not really." Duan Lizheng recalled carefully, and then said with a wry smile, "I was banned from attending because I answered all the questions in the small class before. ”

"I remember this," the man named Murong Lang sat down on the stone bench and laughed, "because as long as I see you attending, the other students are reluctant to come." ”

He touched his chin, "I also heard from the scholar who just came back from the academy that there was a student in today's small class who took all the questions and answers, and didn't give others a chance to answer at all, and thought it was you who passed." ”

"Got all the Q&A?" Duan Lizheng said with some surprise, "I heard that because the county and township exams are imminent, the difficulty of the small class has increased recently, which senior is it?" ”

"That's what makes it weird." Murong Lang beckoned out of the garden, and a little boy ran in panting, he asked, "Now that I know that it's not Duan Lizheng, have you found out who that person is?" ”

"The people who went up to Wuqu Yinping Peak were reluctant to come down, and the scholars of each family said that they didn't know this person." The boy was covered in sweat, apparently having just returned from inquiring about the news.

"Don't know? Isn't it Kezhi or Wen Yao? I heard that the two of them also went today. Murong Lang asked curiously.

"There are people on Wuqu Yinping Peak now," the scholar wiped his sweat with his sleeve, "That person was surrounded by layers, and the villain didn't squeeze in, but I heard that Gongzi Ke and Gongzi Wenyao were sitting next to that person, it shouldn't be them." ”

"Oh? It's not Li Zheng, it's not Wen Yao and Kezhi, this is really unusual, I don't know when a rookie will emerge in the academy. Murong Lang sighed.

"I don't know." Duan Lizheng frowned on the side and asked, "Didn't you hear this person's name?" ”

"Listening to the people on the periphery, it seems to be called Zhu Ying?" The boy replied.

Duan Zhiyun, who was making tea, had a meal in his hand.

"Zhu Ying?" Duan Lizheng muttered, "Which Ying is the name?" I don't seem to have heard such a name in God's capital. ”

"It seems to be Ying next to the word king? The villain didn't see the name book, but he heard people on the periphery talking about what kind of Yao and what kind of quality this person was. The boy scratched his head and said.

"Yu Weiyi Lord, Ying Yao is its quality." Murong Lang smiled when he heard this, "It's Cao Zhi's "Princess Yi of the Plains", Ying, the brilliance of jade, a good name." ”

"But how do you use that to describe a man?" Duan Lizheng couldn't help but shake his head on the side, "This is a poem written about women." ”

"That one didn't hear it was a man." The scholar standing on the side hurriedly added, with a look of novelty. "It's said to be a woman, that's why so many people are around."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

"What?" Duan Lizheng was surprised, "It's a woman......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of porcelain colliding in his ears.

Duan Zhiyun broke the teacup on the side.