Although the halls of the Jiaofangsi were incredibly spacious.
Its central location offers a clear view from any of the observation decks on the second to seventh floors, making it a priceless spot.
This place is a treasure trove where only the most powerful and influential people can reside, regardless of the time.
Today, however, no one occupies his place.
Instead, it was a thin sheet of Shu-style hemp paper, which was almost like scattering silver into the moat of the bookstore, leaving people baffled.
The key point is that the people who did this were the famous Confucian scholars of the academy.
The onlookers strained their eyes to see clearly what was written on the paper.
They stared wide-eyed, speechless with shock for a long time.
How much better could the great scholars of the academy be?
They were almost all crowded together, staring at the small, slender gold-style calligraphy written on this piece of Shu-style hemp paper.
Before Kong Chan could speak.
Chen Zhang cried out, his voice almost trembling with sobs, "Kong Chan, you damned old bastard! This poem should have had my name on it! You've ruined my life!"
Although this poem describes a sword dance, it is incredibly vigorous and full of spirit. If it were passed down, it would surely become a poem that would be remembered for eternity and leave its mark on history.
Now, however, that old scoundrel Kong Chan has taken over, and Chen Zhang is filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he should have refused to introduce Ye Tian to them, even if he was interrogated to death by these great scholars and that old scoundrel Kong Chan.
While Chen Zhang was grieving, Chen Dexing was also filled with remorse. He complained bitterly, his eyes red with anger and frustration, "That old bastard! He really got lucky. My poem has been taken over!"
Even though it's just a footnote, similar to the role of a mentor, it's enough to leave a mark on history, or at least bring some recognition!
This seemingly within reach of achieving the Three Immortals was interrupted and disrupted by Kong Chan.
How could I not be angry!
Kong Chan's initial slight sense of guilt towards the losers vanished immediately upon seeing Ye Tian's poem. Thinking further that those two old scoundrels, Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing, actually dared to harbor even the slightest thought, he immediately became displeased.
Kong Chan tapped the table lightly with his index finger and calmly warned, "The Dean has the power to expel anyone from the academy. I hope you will consider this carefully."
After saying this, Chen Dexing and Chen Zhang went from feeling bitter to feeling bitter in their hearts but remaining silent. Otherwise, they might not only have failed to receive the poems, but the title of "Academician" after "Academician Chen" would also have been removed.
One family is filled with sorrow, while another rejoices.
Kong Chan did not believe in the slightest that his happiness outweighed the suffering of Chen Dexing and Chen Zhang. He held the poem with great joy and admired it, and said with even greater excitement, "Tomorrow I will put this poem in the Poetry Stele Forest. Before that, I want everyone in the academy to know about this poem."
"By the way, this poem is going to be in the homework, and all the students in the academy have to memorize it! They absolutely have to know it."
Kong Chan's smug and self-satisfied demeanor greatly angered Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing.
Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing, who had never considered power or scheming in all their years at the academy, are now starting to use eye contact to plot how to usurp the position and replace the academy's headmaster.
Kong Chan, of course, wouldn't think about these things.
As dawn broke, the morning lessons at the academy gradually began amidst bursts of recitation, and everyone in the academy had already received this poem.
Everyone praised him endlessly, and Ye Tian's name resounded throughout the Hanlin Academy, where he was already regarded as a great Confucian scholar who had never been surpassed in the academy.
Only Zhuge Yanyu held the poem written by Ye Tian. Of course, he couldn't get the original, but the copy was still made of high-quality Shu County hemp paper. His hands trembled violently, and he murmured in disbelief, "Stunning, too stunning."
Zhuge Yanyu was, after all, an upright scholar. After being shocked by the poem at the Ten-Mile Pavilion, he had witnessed the madness of the great Confucian scholars. His thoughts had subtly changed, from initial disgust to a complex and indescribable respect.
The slight resentment that had lingered within her vanished at this moment. Although she deeply admired Ye Tian's poetry, after studying it, Zhuge Yanyu still coldly snorted and said disdainfully, "So what? I am a born genius; how could I be inferior to others?"
The academy was not all sunshine and rainbows; the filth lay hidden underground, and the steps were concealed beneath the surface of the tidal lake. Slowly descending the steps into the depths of the earth, one could see Chao Shuang'er, tightly bound, and Xu Wenhua.
Xu Wenhua was imprisoned, with iron chains binding every limb of his body like a writhing dragon.
Chao Shuang'er wasn't in much better shape. Until the academy's final judgment, they would all be forced to remain in this filthy, chaotic, disgusting, and stinking underground environment. Although the tide wouldn't seep into the cages and drown them, the bone-chilling cold made them shiver constantly.
This place can shield against any Confucian cultivation, leaving Chao Shuang'er, Xu Tianhua, and ordinary people unharmed.
The scholar who delivered the food disdainfully threw the dishes in front of Xu Wenhua and Chao Shuang'er, and said coldly, "The academy's great scholar Ye Tian has composed a quatrain. The dean requires the entire academy to memorize it perfectly. You have two hours. If you can't memorize it, you will be dealt with according to the rules."
Xu Wenhua's pupils dilated suddenly, his face filled with shock.
First, there's the academy's rule: if you can't memorize the poem, even if you're a prisoner, you'll be starved for two days. If you're guaranteed not to die, you'll be starved for another two days. This cycle continues endlessly until you finally memorize the poem, only then can you eat normally.
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