If he were a few years older, he could be recruited and trained now.

But in the end.

His Royal Highness thought for a moment, and said: "Pay close attention. If there is a chance in the future, go and do a favor. The stove should be lit first, so that it can be heated later."

Not just His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

All the nobles who received the news were considering how to maintain a good relationship with Mr. Dong Lai, their closed disciple.

Of course, all of the above are secondary.

The most important thing is that the successor of the literary leader formally issued a declaration of war to the literary world, calling on it to emulate its teacher and engage in debate with other scholars.

How could this not shock the Daliang literary world?

"Okay! I lost to Dong Lai back then. Now that I am in my sixties, I will challenge his apprentice!"

"Teacher, don't worry! Five years later, I will definitely go to Kaifeng to challenge Cui Xian and become famous through this battle!"

“A disciple of a literary leader may not necessarily become a new literary leader.”

"I admit that Cui Xian is a natural poet! But debating scriptures is different from writing poetry."

"He will be nine years old soon. In five years, he will be 14. He is so brave to start a debate at the age of 14!"

"Wait and see, in five years I will go to Kaifeng and have a debate with him."

"He just has a good teacher. Why should he be so arrogant? Five years later, I will go and see how capable he is!"

As the saying goes: There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

There are so many scholars in the world, who would be willing to obey an eight-year-old child?

So what if you have some talent?

Since you dare to invite the soldier Lin Wentan, you must be prepared to admit defeat!

For a time, the literary world was in turmoil.

Old scholars and newcomers were all aroused to fight, and countless eyes were aimed at Cui Xian.

Aiming at Kaifeng five years later.

At that time, a dispute over the new literary leader will begin!

But, that was five years later after all.

Regardless of how turbulent the future will be, regardless of how big a sensation this incident will cause in the entire literary world.

After the Japanese language meeting ended.

Cui Xian put away his arrogance and left in a low-key manner with his teacher.

As the master and his disciple walked on the bustling street, they could vaguely hear people praising the "little prodigy".

Mr. Donglai asked with a smile: "How does it feel to become famous overnight?"

Cui Xian was no longer drunk and had returned to his usual calm self.

He chuckled and said, "To be honest, I did feel very proud and proud at the literary gathering just now. But after the gathering ended and the hundreds of envoys left, everything returned to normal."

"The students realized that, in fact, all of this is fake."

oh?

Mr. Dong Lai was very surprised by this answer, but he was also relieved: "I thought you would be immersed in fame and power, and it would take some time for you to gradually recover."

The eight-year-old child became the protagonist of such a dreamlike event and attracted attention from all over the world.

In fact, even if you are a little proud and complacent, it is understandable.

But Mr. Dong Lai never thought that his little disciple could be so clear-headed and self-controlled.

Cui Xian said with a smile: "My current success is all thanks to my teacher, my uncle, my grandmaster and others. But in the final analysis, if I don't stand up on my own, I'm afraid I will never be as successful as I am today again."

"Now that the five-year agreement has been made, students should calm down and study hard with the teacher."

"Today, I am enjoying the glory of following my teacher. Five years from now, I also hope that my teacher will be proud of having a disciple like me in the literary world."

Under the sunset.

The young boy who uttered these sober and bold words was not as flamboyant as he appeared at the literary meeting.

But his back was straight, his eyes were full of confidence, and his whole body was bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, so dazzling that it was impossible to take your eyes off him.

How could such an introverted, sober, talented and outstanding young man, who is as sharp as a jade, fail to achieve great things in the future?

There will definitely be a place for you in the future Daliang literary world!

No, the literary world of Daliang in the future will depend on you!

Mr. Dong Lai stared at his little apprentice in a daze, without saying what was in his mind.

Instead, he laughed out loud and said, "Okay! Let's go home. From tomorrow on, come to my house for lessons."

“Okay, teacher.”

The master and the disciple walked side by side. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, casting two long shadows on the ground.

That night.

With the help of servants from the Nanyang Palace, seven carriages loaded with many gifts returned to the Cui family along with Cui Boshan and Cui Zhongyuan.

The person who opened the door was old Mrs. Cui. She looked calm and not excited at all.

Cui Boshan wondered, "Mother? How come you are not surprised at all when you see these seven carts of gifts? My second brother and I were still wondering on the way back that you would be so excited to faint after seeing so many good things!"

This time I didn’t faint.

After all, Mrs. Cui had already received the news in advance.

But when she saw the seven cartloads of generous gifts, old Mrs. Cui was still very cowardly and excited to the point of feeling dizzy.

She felt weak all over, leaning against the door, staring blankly at the seven large carriages, and said in a stammering voice: "Oh, Boshan, eldest brother's wife, come and help me. My legs are out of control and I'm about to fall!"

She didn’t win!