Calculations and interests, no matter when and where, or which circle, are very common phenomena, which is also a fitting interpretation, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there must be disputes.

Late at night, the stars are dotted and the breeze is cool, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Xingqing Fang.

A majestic building complex, under the cover of night, although it is late at night, but there are many people in and out, young faces, full of confidence.

"Have you heard? Jiang Gong returned to Zhaoyan Academy today, which was very different from the past, and when the academy bell rang, it was Jiang Gong who ordered someone to ring it. ”

"I heard that, knocking nine times in a row, all the great Confucians in the courtyard will gather, what kind of thing can make Jiang Gong use this privilege."

"Could it be that my Zhaoyan Academy opened a painting boat in the Lake of Forgotten Worries and found excellent poetry? But even if it is like this, it will not make the Confucians in the courtyard gather. ”

"I heard that a few days ago, I painted a boat in Zhaoyan Academy, and there was a masterpiece that ordered Jiang Gong to go and return, one of which said, look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person!"

"I also know about this, but it's a pity that I, as a disciple of Zhaoyan Academy, can only go to other academies to open a painting boat, otherwise I really want to go and have a look......"

Many students who entered and exited Zhaoyan Courtyard gathered in groups of three or five, chatting about what happened today, and many people's eyes looked at the tall buildings in the distance.

In the high-rise building at night, a bright lantern is hung, swaying in the wind.

On the top floor of the pavilion, Jiang Zhongzi stood with his hands in his hands, overlooking all parts of Zhaoyan Courtyard, and the red robe he had changed into was fluttering in the breeze.

"Gentlemen, aren't you curious, why did I ring the Nine Bells?" Jiang Zhongzi lifted the sleeves of his robe, turned to look at the more than ten people seated, and showed a rare smile.

"How can you not be curious?"

The old man in a white robe shook his head with a smile, and the bamboo fan he was holding opened and closed, "It's been more than ten years since the old man took office, right?" Not to mention anything else, just making Jiang Tie smile, this is extremely rare, I was thinking, what is it that can make Jiang Zhongzi like this. ”

"Indeed."

The middle-aged man sitting next to him followed and said: "Since the nine bells rang, we will gather in Fenghai Pavilion from all over the place, you will maintain this posture, this is not common, I am thinking about it, could it be that what will happen to the poem of Forget the Worry Lake?" ”

Listening to Su An, Gu Ziao, who was in charge of the courtyard, said this, Jiang Zhongzi smiled even brighter, and this scene made the other worshippers and great Confucians all show surprised expressions after seeing it.

If this matter happened to others, they would never be so curious, but when it happened to Jiang Zhongzi, everything became unusual.

"I want to be the leader of the primary election of Zhaoyan Academy!!"

A word stirs up a thousand waves.

Su An, Gu Ziao and the others, after hearing this, their faces all changed slightly, Jiang Zhongzi is still the same Jiang Zhongzi, and everything is done at will.

"No! I have made this matter clear before, the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club is not only a matter of the Seven Academies, but there are many things involved behind it, and now there is still some time before the final election, how can I Zhaoyan Academy choose the leader in advance! ”

"What is it that made you make such a decision?"

"Jiang Tiemian, I also talked to Brother Zheng about this matter before, and asked you to be in charge of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club, there will definitely be some waves, sure enough, how long has it been, you can't help it, tell me, who can make you like this?"

"The leader of the primary election, I Zhaoyan Academy will take the lead in making it clear, do you know what kind of turmoil it will set off? Because of the Forget the Lake Literary Society, how many scholars in the world gathered in Shangdu, and they didn't dare to be so hasty in this matter. ”

"Although my Zhaoyan Academy pays attention to inaction, and as the head of the sect, I shouldn't interfere too much, but this matter is extraordinary, if Zhaoyan Academy doesn't follow the rules, then what will the other academies think?"

The group of sectarians, courtyards, worshippers, and great Confucians of Fenghai Pavilion expressed their thoughts one after another on the ideas put forward by Jiang Zhongzi, and they rejected this matter between the lines.

None of them.

The much-anticipated Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club involves too many things, so many of them must also consider the consequences, otherwise it will have an impact on Zhaoyan Academy!

"Haha......"

Hearty laughter sounded on the top floor of the Fenghai Pavilion.

Jiang Zhongzi's tears of laughter flowed out.

"Gentlemen, when did you become so timid?" Jiang Zhongzi sat down with his robe, his bright and sharp eyes glanced at the people in front of him, and his tone was sonorous and powerful, "If you had known this at the beginning, would you have entered Zhaoyan Courtyard in the first place?!" ”

The atmosphere of the Wind Sea Pavilion began to be subtle.

Su An and Gu Ziao, you look at me, I look at you, showing different expressions.

"Jiang Tiemian, do you want to determine the leader of the primary election, do you also tell us, what kind of person can make you make such a decision?"

When Su An and Gu Zi were silent, the old man in the blue shirt and robe looked at Jiang Zhongzi with a smile and said, "You can't even call it, I don't even know what it's called, you are too domineering!" ”

"A weirdo."

Facing one after another gazes, Jiang Zhongzi smiled and said, "He is also a genius!" ”

"What kind of weirdo?"

Su An became interested and stretched out his hand to Jiang Zhongzi, "What about geniuses?" ”

The more Jiang Zhongzi said this, the more it aroused everyone's interest.

"I, Jiang Zhongzi, started in the countryside, became famous at a young age, and was named on the Youth Gold List, and I have lived for decades, but I found that I lived in vain."

Jiang Zhongzi shook his head with a smile, got up abruptly, and walked forward slowly, as if self-deprecating, as if talking to himself, with a few crosses, summing up his life.

Seeing this, Su An, Gu Ziao and his entourage got up one after another, Jiang Zhongzi tonight seemed to be very different from before.

The breeze came slowly, blowing the red robe that Jiang Zhongzi was wearing.

While everyone was in doubt, a magnetic voice, accompanied by a blowing breeze, sounded in the Fenghai Pavilion.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The sound stopped and the wind stopped, the full moon hung high in the night sky, and the wind and sea pavilion were quiet, and even the needle fell, and it could be heard very clearly.

"Who did this?"

Su An was emotional, looked at Jiang Zhongzi's back, and said with his eyes slightly open: "What is this word called?" ”

"Chu Ling, towering Ling!"

Jiang Zhongzi shook off his robe and turned around, raised his chin slightly.

"That's the one... Chu Ling, who opened a painting boat in the Lake of Forgotten Worries, made you go and return? ”

Gu Ziao followed closely and said: "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person, this poem ......"

"That's the man."

The corners of Jiang Zhongzi's mouth raised slightly: "This person's talent is very much people can imagine, you can know that in addition to this word, I also have a poem here." ”

"It was also done by Chu Ling?"

The old man in the blue shirt said in astonishment.

"Not bad."

Jiang Zhongzi said with a smile: "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear. When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan. Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young. ”

“！！！”

When Su An, Gu Ziao and his entourage heard this poem, their hearts were reborn, and the words of these two poems were actually written by one person.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying!"

The old man in the blue shirt exclaimed: "How many years, I have never been so excited as tonight, a poetry meeting of the Forgotten Worry Lake, can attract such a talent, this is my Zhaoyan Academy's luck!" ”

"People didn't want to participate in the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club."

The corners of Jiang Zhongzi's mouth raised slightly.

What?!

As soon as these words came out, Su An and Gu Ziao showed a change in their expressions, which was richer than Jiang Zhongzi's statement that he wanted to set the leader of the primary election.

"How is that possible?"

Gu Ziao's eyes widened and said, "If Chu Ling didn't want to participate in the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club, then why did he put the word two poems on my Zhaoyan Academy to open a painting boat." ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Su An frowned.

"The matter is a bit complicated, and you will know about it later."

Jiang Zhongzi lifted the sleeves of his robe, and said with an arrogant expression: "Tonight, I will call the leader of the primary election of Zhaoyan Academy, set for Chu Ling, and pass it on to the capital, who agrees and who opposes it?" ”

Fenghai Pavilion is very quiet, everyone standing is silent, but not tea, from Fenghai Pavilion, nine bells rang again, this sound made Zhaoyan Temple everywhere give birth to waves, Fenghai Pavilion sounded nine bells, which means that in the courtyard teaching, the courtyard, worship, and the great Confucianism all agree to pass something, and Zhaoyan Yuan has been for several years, and there are no nine bells ringing in Fenghai Pavilion, and Zhaoyan Yuan is restless for a while.