What? ?
Why?
"Lin Che, you, what are you talking about?"
Mo Zhaoxue really didn't seem to expect that Lin Che would ask such a question.
Her intuition was very accurate, and she immediately knew that Lin Che was angry. She simply took the initiative and spoke:
"You and I have been engaged. His Majesty has even personally urged us to get married. If my father hadn't been in a hurry to go and deal with the flood, our two families would already be discussing the marriage."
"I am from the Confucian Academy. For the past ten years, I have been working hard to be worthy of you, the young master of the Zhenguo Mansion. I have never slacked off for a moment, and it took a lot of effort to become one of the twelve major students in the academy."
"I heard that you were in the court, and because Zhou Xianchun offended you with a word, you sued him and put him in jail. Even the Zhou family was implicated. Have you ever considered how I feel being caught in the middle?"
"That's my academy, and it's my fellow students. No matter what happens to any of them, I will naturally do my best to help them."
"When I heard it was you, I actually made up my mind to come find you. I thought that, given our relationship, you would at least give me some face and not make things difficult for me. But, but you..."
When he said this, Mo Zhaoxue's eyes turned red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
In an instant, the students were like a boiling frying pan.
They all felt sorry for Mo Zhaoxue and began to denounce Lin Che, calling him a coward and saying he even bullied Senior Sister Zhaoxue.
"Lin Che, you are unworthy of being a man. You should apologize to Senior Sister Mo Xue."
"Isn't he just the Earl of Jing'an? Humph, who here doesn't have a family background? Do you really think we're afraid of you? My father, Zhang Erhe, is the Marquis of Wu'an."
"We won't ask him for help, huh. Let's go back to the academy to find the great scholar and ask him to help."
"From today on, we will write this man into the storybooks and make him infamous forever! You've messed with us scholars, but you've messed with the wrong person!"
Many students shouted and cursed loudly, and the crowd was outraged.
But no one took action.
Another student raised his arm and actually started to recite a poem:
“A thousand words cannot form a sentence, and ten thousand words cannot form an article.”
"Look at the hypocritical guests in front of you with a smile, and you will become an immortal with a little bit of broad-mindedness!"
When many students heard this, they immediately applauded.
"Good. Senior Brother Zhong Su, great poem. As expected of a Twelve University student, you scold well!"
"That's right, some people are just hypocritical and narrow-minded. Humph! Let's go back and write a poem to denounce him as a sinner for all eternity."
Lin Che saw that each of these students was already excited.
He even wrote poems to curse and mock him.
What kind of shit poetry is this?
Is this the level of students from the twelve universities?
However, the "Ten Great Immortal Poems" in his memory were also a bunch of things, so he was relieved.
These students have never eaten bran since they were born.
No wonder.
Suddenly, Lin Che's eyes lit up and he came up with a brilliant idea.
You bunch of clowns, now you've arrived at my door.
That's a good chance to trick you.
Lin Che took the opportunity to jump onto the carriage, looking down at the group of students from above, and suddenly pulled out the Xuan-level sword in his hand.
bass--
The sword is unsheathed, its sharpness revealed.
At this moment, all the students were so frightened that they took a step back and the cursing stopped immediately.
Oh my goodness, could it be that Earl Jing'an is so angry that he wants to kill someone?
Lin Che held the sword in his hand and said loudly:
"You want to plead for Zhou Xianchun, fine—but let me ask you one question: what's your reason?"
"You laugh at my narrow-mindedness, so I will be more generous and give you a chance. As long as you defeat me, I will personally report to His Majesty and ask Him to show mercy and spare Zhou Xianchun."
Lin Che finished speaking and glanced away, eyes full of provocation:
"Do you dare?"
"Comparing what? You tell me!"
I didn’t expect that Senior Brother Zhong Su was not afraid at all and stood out from the crowd.
A righteous spirit emanated from him, and a white light like flames surrounded him, which could scare away ghosts and monsters.
"One on one, a one-on-one duel?"
Okay, okay, just take the bait.
Lin Che, holding the sword, continued loudly, "If it's a one-on-one duel, I'll let you punch me three times, and that's fine!"
"But I'm afraid people will say I'm bullying you. Just do what you're best at."
"Aren't you students from the Confucian Academy? Let's compete in poetry. If you can surpass mine, you will win. I will submit a memorial immediately and will not break my promise."
When the students heard this, they were first shocked, then ecstatic, and then burst into laughter.
"You want to compete with us in poetry and song?"
"This is a strange news in the world. Who in the whole of Dagan dares to show off in front of our Confucian Academy? Give me a question."
"Since you want to do us a favor, there's no need to embarrass yourself. Just submit the petition directly. This way, everyone will save themselves a lot of trouble."
Lin Che had finally managed to get them to take the bait, so how could she possibly let it go so easily?
They must be embarrassed.
"Now, who will judge the questions? Who will testify?"
"Three days from now, I'll be waiting for you at Zuiyue Tower. Call as many people as you can. Our competition will be about poetry and song."
"If you win, I will not only submit a memorial to His Majesty asking for mercy. I will also give you a prize, which is the sword in my hand—"
Lin Che took the opportunity to raise the sword in his hand, shining brightly.
"This is a Xuan-level sword bestowed upon you by His Majesty. As the saying goes, a sword mates a hero—if there is anyone among you who truly possesses this ability, whose poetry can captivate the entire audience and rescue your fellow disciples, then he is a hero. Then this sword will be his."
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