You will be reborn?

Guixinyuan, the largest academy in the imperial city, is now crowded with scholars and elegant guests.

As the spring breeze blows, the scattered peach blossoms seem to be stained with the fragrance of ink.

Today, in this school building, we are discussing an old proverb: 'The past cannot be rebuked, and the future cannot be pursued.'

An interesting topic raised by Wen Congren, the third place winner in this year's exam.

The light smoke of sandalwood rises up.

An old man with a long beard and a loose robe stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "Young friend, your suggestion is very wise. The past is like flowing water. Although we wish to hold it back, we cannot reverse it. Those who come are like morning dew, fleeting. How can we catch them?"

A young scholar present immediately retorted, "Your words, old sir, are specious. While the past cannot be remonstrated with, it can serve as a lesson. While the future cannot be pursued, we should strive to catch up. Otherwise, how can we remain in the endless river?"

"No." There are still different opinions: "Things in this world are like a chess game, ever-changing. The past is empty talk, and the future is still a fantasy. Only the present is truly precious."

The debate in the academy became increasingly heated, with everyone nodding or shaking their heads, all concentrating.

But some people are different. In the academic atmosphere, Ren Xuan, wearing a half mask, feels bored and sleepy.

Da Gan advocated freedom in academic research. In order to prevent their official status from affecting the academic atmosphere, scholars often consciously wore masks when entering and leaving the academy.

Today, Wen Congren, as the third place in the imperial examination, personally drafted the invitation and invited many dignitaries. Ren Xuan thought it was inappropriate, so he followed along.

Ren Xuan sighed inwardly. It was a waste of my time, spent on flirting at my expense. It was all because of the damn emperor's mess. He had no time for a proper relationship.

As he thought, when Ren Xuan was distracted by the door, he saw a familiar figure walking quickly past.

General Ren was shocked. Damn, is the dog emperor so arrogant?!

Ren Xuan stood up from his seat and followed quietly.

Qin Shu’s destination was not far away, just next door. The Dog Emperor seemed to have made an appointment with someone.

It was only a matter of a few words. While the people at Qin Shu's desk were gone, Ren Xuan stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, Wen Congren is next door."

Qin Shu has always been paying attention to Wen Congren. He has always been good at becoming the confidant of someone like Qin Shu, managing his superiors and being a general.

As expected, Qin Shu raised his eyebrows: "What is he doing?"

Qin Shu didn't think he was being too suspicious, but rather that Wen Congren was too attentive to Lu Xiyun.

Ren Xuan hesitated for a moment and concluded, "On the Dao."

Qin Shu glanced at the stage in surprise: "Is this the way it is?"

There are dozens of large and small libraries in Guixinyuan, and each library has different topics.

Just like in the current library, what is being discussed is "circulating scrolls".

During the imperial examinations, a large number of scholars submitted their works to the academy after taking the exam so that later generations could discuss their studies with them. This was called "xingjuan".

Different from the academic atmosphere of the discussion in the hall just now, the atmosphere in this hall can be described in one word - chaos.

The scholars and Confucian scholars were embarrassed by the quality of the article.

Ren Xuan clicked his tongue: "This is like chasing a star."

Qin Shu: "What?"

Ren Xuan quickly shook his head: "Nothing, some inexplicable words keep popping up in my mind lately."

Over here, two people who were arguing in the academy were about to start a quarrel.

Ren Xuan followed Qin Shu's gaze and glanced over: "Your Highness, do you know him?"

Qin Shu nodded, his tone calm: "I was beaten by Xiyun and have been following Wen Congren."

Ren Xuan looked carefully and saw that it was indeed the young man who had been behind Wen Congren.

Qin Shu is really amazing. He can be recognized at a glance even with half a mask on.

If you listen carefully, you will find that these two people are arguing about the top and second place winners of this year's exam.

"What a young genius! This is the work of Zhang Qijing. His talent is so great that he surpasses Wen Congren by a hundred times!"

This wasn't a lie. When Ren Xuan was rubbing shoulders with his girlfriend and making small talk, he'd heard Lu Shi'an comment on the list. Zhang Qijing's top scorer was due to his excellent calligraphy.

Qin Yingtian was almost furious: "Zhang Qijing's writing is just confined to established rules and is rigid and rigid! It's nothing compared to Wen Congren's!"

The Confucian scholar opposite him naturally disagreed: "Bound by established rules, Master Zhang is also the top scorer in this year's exam!! He, Wen Congren, is only the third place, but he is not as good as Lu Xiyun. How dare you make such a bold statement?!"

Qin Yingtian was already furious, and the young man refused to give in. "It's ridiculous! Lu Xiyun, a person with connections, is worthy of competing with the Master?! The palace examination is set by the Emperor. If it were you, I'd say he might have taken it open-book!"

Qin Yingtian threw his sleeves in anger and said, "There's nothing much to say. Zhang Qijing has a good handwriting, Wen Congren has a good literary talent, and Lu Xiyun has a good fate."

The entire academy was filled with gasps of shock. Oh my god, is this even something you can say?!

Looking at the dark face of Prince Xiang, Ren Xuan first gave Qin Shu a warning: "Your Highness, don't be angry. You are still under house arrest, so it's inappropriate to cause trouble."

The scholar naturally didn't dare to respond: "According to what you said, Your Majesty is letting us off the hook?!"

Qin Yingtian chuckled playfully. He was used to being a prince, so he had no idea about the so-called royal majesty. "It's human nature to keep relatives close and distant. Back then, Lu Shian was no different, yet he still made it onto the imperial examinations. Lu Shian even had the support of his uncle, the Minister of State, so Lu Xiyun would be even better. But relying on the status of a royal relative, how can he be considered talented?!"

Lu Shi'an's "Xingjuan" is a public case. When discussing criminal justice, Lu Shi'an's writing is unconventional and his reputation is even more extreme. Those who appreciate him praise him as a genius, while those who don't like him call him nonsense.

Ren Xuan didn't care about that. Damn it, he was eating the melon himself and couldn't bear it at all.

You bastard, you dare to scold me, you are finished, you dog.

Watching the general Ren in the play, he immediately became the boss's sweetheart. Ren Xuan handled private matters in a public manner: "Your Highness, I will help you deal with this kid."

Ren Xuan turned around and went back to the next room.

Compared to the situation over there, where the quarrel was almost breaking out on the table, Wen Congren's situation was more like a school.

It was Wen Congren's turn to speak, and the young man spoke eloquently, quoting from classics.

During the long speech, Ren Xuan only heard two words——'Hu Si'.

This is a place name, but also a battle.

This place already exists in this life, but this battle has not yet happened in this life.

"In the past, the tiger's blood stained the mountains. How can it be restored now?"

This sentence obviously was not referring to a place name, and someone in the audience immediately pointed out that the allusion was unreasonable.

Wen Congren said calmly: "This classic does exist."

It just hasn't happened yet.

In the academy, six or seven red circles appeared one after another on the huge scroll behind Wen Congren, indicating that someone was supporting Wen Congren.

There was a burst of discussion in the academy immediately.

Ren Xuan almost understood what Wen Congren was trying to do. This guy was looking for someone who also had memories of two lives.

Ren Xuan quickly took out his own statement paper and circled it in red. No matter what, he had to sign in first.

It was not until Wen Congren finished speaking that Ren Xuan came forward and gave a warm reminder - your students are killing it next door.

Wen Congren turned around and left the house without saying a word.

Next door, Qin Yingtian is still performing steadily.

"My master is a man of profound learning, both ancient and modern. He looks down on the likes of Han Fei, puts Confucius and Mencius to shame, and even embarrasses countless heroes of the past and present!"

"Golden voice and jade-like sound, glory to the world!"

"Look, everyone, what does it mean to be unparalleled in the world!"

Qin Yingtian spoke lightly, and then met the dead gaze of his teacher at the door.

The Fifth Prince stopped talking abruptly and remained silent.

But General Ren still did not forget to add fuel to the fire. Ren Xuan generously introduced: "This is Master Wen."

'Wow----'

The entire room looked at Wen Congren, some in amazement, some in sighs, and of course, more were whispers and uncontrollable laughter.

This time, Ren Xuandu felt really bad for Wen Congren.

No matter what, Wen Congren is ultimately a scholar.

——Have some shame.

Wen Congren's face turned from red to white, and then from white to red.

Ren Xuan felt that Wen Congren had choked on a mouthful of old blood, and the fact that he was not angered to death on the spot by his evil disciple definitely showed that he had a strong mind.

Master Wen, shaking with anger, clenched his fists and said those words with his body almost trembling - words that made Qin Yingtian feel cold on his back.

"Come with me."

The Fifth Prince was visibly stunned, and Qin Yingtian, who had reacted, quickly chased out the door.

"Master! I know I was wrong! Wait for me!!"

General Ren watched coldly, waiting for you, waiting to be expelled from the sect!

Approaching his superior, Ren Xuan held up a cup of tea and asked for credit: "Your Highness, how is it?"

Qin Shu, with a rare youthful spirit, picked up the teacup and touched the rim of his cup.

Ren Xuan drank the cup to the fullest with tact.

Ren Xuan felt that the emperor's smile was somewhat gloating and taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

For some reason, I felt like Qin Shu and I were in cahoots with each other.

···

At the same time, inside the Prince of Han's mansion, the lights were brightly on, and the counselors and staff were in chaos, as anxious and restless as boiling water and oil.

"Is there any news about the Second Prince?"

"No news yet."

Minister of Revenue Lu Jie had a gloomy expression, his brows filled with unspeakable anxiety.

The plan for Qin Shu had not yet been launched, but His Royal Highness the King of Han was gone.

A subordinate asked cautiously, "Minister Lu, what about... the plan?"

Lu Jie lowered his brows and remained silent for a long time.

As the night deepens, outside the window, the moon rises among the clouds and everything is silent.

···

At the same time, in a remote and dilapidated village outside the imperial city, His Royal Highness the Prince of Han was suffering from a severe headache.

After finally being reborn, Qin Xuan happened to encounter the opportunity of Qin Shu breaking the ban on martial arts rebellion and killing his father. Qin Xuan originally planned to seize the counterattack script and go straight to the hunting ground, chop Qin Shu into pieces, and scatter the third brother's ashes.

Thinking back to those days, Qin Shu was pinned to the ground by his subordinates, but he was soft-hearted for a moment and went crazy to respond to Lu Xiyun and go through the three-division process.

As a result, he was killed by Qin Shu's extreme counterattack.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan was speechless. Logically speaking, he had already sat on the throne, but in the end, he was still overthrown by Qin Shu. It was completely out of character.

Qin Xuan rubbed his forehead. In this life, he was prepared to be as hard as iron, but changes occurred frequently in the imperial city, and things seemed to have completely gone off track.

Just when His Royal Highness the Prince of Han was suffering from a headache and heartache, he heard a creaking sound from the direction of the door.

The hut was pushed open and a little boy walked in.

The boy was wearing a beige padded jacket and glanced at Qin Xuan in a serious manner.

"Xiao Feng doesn't like you."

"You are not allowed to lie in my brother's bed."

This little kid looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, but he speaks incoherently and his mental faculties are no more than seven or eight years old.

Is he a fool?

Qin Xuan only remembered that he asked the assassin to take him and run all the way. Qin Xuan was also confused about his current situation.

Qin Xuan calmed down. Given the current situation, the only option was to attack the child. The Second Prince pulled out a piece of plum blossom cake from his arms and said with a hint of coaxing, "Little friend, your name is Xiao Feng, right? My name is Qin Feng. Our names are very similar. Do you know where this place is?"

After all, he was still a baby. After taking the cake, the cold air around the little guy suddenly dropped a lot.

The little guy who took the pastries did not rush to eat them, but put them all into the saddle bag slung over his body.

Qin Xuan looked inside the bag and saw that it was full of snacks. He accepted everything, as if he wasn't afraid of getting a stomachache.

Finally, the little guy closed the snack bag and nodded: "This is Wanrong Village."

Qin Xuan's mind was still stuck on the question "Has this kid's brain been damaged by something like this?", but when he heard the words "Wanrong Village", he froze on the spot.

Wanrong Village——Xiao Feng——? !

Qin Xuan swallowed stiffly and stared at the boy in front of him: "Your name is Yuan Feng?!"