In a separate garden of Liren Academy, there are staggered plans, although there is no silk and bamboo, but they are all laughing, talking about the past and the present, quite a legacy of independent style.

The leader of the person, with a gray beard, talked with everyone around him from time to time, and it was difficult to hide the joy between his eyebrows.

"Xia Lao, the news that I came back today, the reform charter has been handed to the official family, the official family has a high evaluation, and many ministers have been convened overnight to discuss, it seems that there is a lot of hope for this matter......"

If Jiang Yuan was here, he would definitely recognize the old man who was the leader of the group, it was Xia Kang who was playing chess with him, and he was Bi Cheng'an Bi Lao by his side.

Xia Kang frowned, and felt that it was inappropriate in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, invited by Cheng Maoxun, the president of Donglin Academy, to congratulate the students, and from time to time someone came in, saying some poems from the West Lake meeting, the students commented, and then the four teachers pointed out one or two, if you can get it, let Xia Kang watch.

During the period, there are also students with a learning attitude to do one or two poems, each to discuss and learn, students to Liren Academy, Boya Academy students are mostly in the West Lake, the two teachers also learned that Xia Lao is coming, so they hurriedly pushed the appointment of the West Lake, back to the academy, the academy is not far from the West Lake, on the mountain behind the West Lake.

The person who spoke was Cheng Maoxun, the dean of Donglin Academy, and seeing that Xia Kang was a little hesitant, he didn't know what this great Confucian really thought.

Bi Chengan also seemed to notice something, and said with a slight smile: "Xia Lao must have been too worried, the duty of a minister has been fulfilled, and this reform is also intentional by the officials, if not, how can it go so smoothly?" This is thanks to Dean Cheng's help, many of the good policies for reform are planned by Dean Cheng, and they are slowly plotted, and Zhongxing I Daxia. ”

Cheng Maoxun on the side waved his hand again and again: "The two of you said so, Cheng really doesn't know how to deal with himself, how can I, Cheng Maoxun, be able to give advice to the two seniors and do my best for the summer, these are all the things that I have learned in Donglin Academy for a month of sleepless work, if it can really have a little effect and be adopted by the officials, our efforts this month will not be in vain." ”

Speaking of which, the dean and teacher of Boya Academy, his face is indeed a little embarrassed, Donglin Academy has been divided into two colleges, Boya and Liren Academy, there are some differences in some matters, whether it is balance or fighting, but it always maintains a relatively peaceful situation, Qi Yunmeng led by Liren Academy has stayed at home for a month, even Qi Yunmeng's most proud disciple, Yue Lesheng, one of the four great talents of Donglin, was grounded by her, thinking that it was in addition to some mess, but she never thought that until today she knew that it was for the saint to share worries, Solving problems for the country, in contrast, did not give them this task to the Boya Academy, and made a judgment, even if Kong carried out the poems they made today, compared to today's things, it is no longer enough to worry.

Huang Ziping, the dean of Boya College, Deng Wenlin and Gan Zhenghao, glanced at each other, silently put down the wine glass in their hands, and sighed slightly.

Xia Kang glanced at Huang Ziping and said with a smile: "Dean Cheng is too modest, Boya College and Liren Academy, one in charge of politics and one in the main text, complement each other and have the momentum of leaping to the top of the four major academies. ”

Between Xia Kang's words, he didn't want to talk about political affairs anymore, although he was the dean of the four major academies and had the title of the fifth grade, in fact, his influence on the world's scholars should not be underestimated, but compared to these two, Cheng Maoxun is still a junior.

Cheng Maoxun smiled: "Where is ......?"

Between a few people's greetings, there were new words introduced, none other than the new works of Donglin student Kong Chengyun and southern Zhejiang genius Guang Anjun.

Just been pressed by Liren Academy, at this time, the two teachers of Boya Academy naturally want to fight for face through poetry, the new policy is certainly worthy of pride, and the official family is proud to convene the ministers to discuss, but how much can be used, or whether it will be adopted, but it is unknown, in the final analysis, the Great Xia Dynasty still rules the world with articles.

The two poems are remarkable, although they are not amazing, they can be regarded as excellent works, at least they are much better than the poems written by the students of Liren Academy on the spot, and the two teachers and the dean can also be regarded as having some face.

"Hurry, hurry...... New...... New work...... "A student ran in from outside the door panting, and one stumbled and almost spilled the wine glass in the other's hand, and the ink on the rice paper in his hand was not yet dry.

"So panicked, but what good poems have come out?" Many students saw that Zhao Heng was so flustered, but they didn't have time to drink a sip of water when they ran in, and put the poems in their hands directly on the table in front of them: "New words ......"

"New is new, is it possible that it can still be as powerful as last year?"

"That's it, Zhao Heng, you can't help but make too much fuss."

Everyone followed the rice paper pointed by Zhao Heng and looked at it, it was a poem copied in Lishu, the poem was called "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night......

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is ...... with the tide" Some people have begun to recite this poem, and the more they read, the more students surround them, some exclaim, some are silent, and some are shaking their heads.

The commotion and the momentary calm, leaving only one person reading the poem, naturally attracted Yue Lesheng's attention, pushed aside the crowd, stepped forward, and looked at the poem carefully.

Bi Cheng'an and Xia Kang naturally heard the verses that came, and they were all a little surprised.

"Who wrote this poem?"

"Isn't it Kong Chengyun or Chen Qinian?"

"The style is not like ......"

Zhao Heng put down the teacup in his hand, paused and said: "You don't know, the author of this poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is not someone else, but a young man named Jiang Ning Jiang Zichuan. ”

"What's interesting is that this Jiang Ning is the son-in-law who joined the Wang family three months ago." Zhao Heng added, but shook his head, saying that it was a great pity.

"Son-in-law? The Wang family? But the silk merchant Wang's family, Wang Ruoyan, who is rich? That Jiang Ning, who was almost poisoned on the wedding day? Naturally, some of them knew something about it and said it casually.

Zhao Heng nodded: "It's this person, when I first got this poem, I didn't believe it, and after repeated confirmation, I came back, what's more interesting is that this Jiang Ning didn't go to the West Lake meeting, but a maid brought it, saying that Jiang Ning wrote it to Wang Ruoyan, which is interesting and interesting......

"Hehe, a son-in-law, can write such a good poem? If you really have real talent and learning, how can you be a son-in-law? What's more, it's still the son-in-law of the Shangjia family......"

"Yes, I don't come out, but let the girl bring it out, this is obviously a move to sell fame and reputation, maybe, where did I copy it or buy it, so as to raise my worth......"

"That is, I am in southern Zhejiang, but I have never heard of Jiangning, if you are talented, you shouldn't be so nameless, there is a fake ...... in this matter"

Everyone looked at me and said, they were all discussing the identity of Jiang Ning's son-in-law, or buying it, copying it, etc., but no one noticed that Xia Kang and Bi Chengan, who were the leaders, glanced at each other, and there was a little strangeness in their faces.