Their discussion covered a wide range of topics, from the curriculum design of basic disciplines to other details.
Of course, most of the time Qin Qianluo was talking while Lin Fu was listening, since Lin Fu didn't understand these things either.
It's about how to teach obscure and difficult astronomical and geographical knowledge to students in a vivid and interesting way, so that they can look up at the stars and know the earth.
When it comes to classic subjects like the classics, history, philosophy, and literature, how should the teaching order be arranged so that students can gradually absorb the wisdom of the ancients?
Then, regarding the recruitment of faculty, they discussed what kind of generous compensation and broad academic exchange opportunities should be offered.
To attract learned scholars from all over the world to enrich the academy with a wellspring of knowledge.
When discussing innovations in teaching methods, the two became even more enthusiastic.
Qin Qianluo proposed introducing practical courses to allow students to apply textbook knowledge to real-world operations and cultivate their problem-solving abilities.
It is also recommended to hold academic debates to encourage students to express their opinions and spark intellectual discussions.
The two chatted back and forth, and the atmosphere gradually became warm and harmonious, as if they had forgotten their previous differences and were only focused on planning for the future of the academy.
The diversity of the academy made Lin Fu look forward to it, wishing he could also enter the academy and study there.
After all matters were discussed, Lin Fu rose to take his leave.
When he stepped out of Qin Qianluo's courtyard, his steps seemed steady and powerful, but his back view revealed an indescribable solemnity.
Upon returning to his temporary residence in the courtyard, he didn't even bother to drink a sip of tea before heading straight into his study.
In his study, he paced back and forth, his brows furrowed tightly, like an unsolvable knot.
In his mind, the scene of his conversation with King Jinrui Zhao kept playing on repeat, replaying the grand plan of establishing a school in his fiefdom.
The various chain reactions it might trigger in the court and among the people surged and churned in his heart like a tidal wave.
After a long period of deep thought, Lin Fu finally sat down slowly at his desk.
He gently spread out a sheet of snow-white Xuan paper, picked up his brush, and dipped it into the inkstone with thick ink.
At this moment, his expression was solemn and dignified, and he wrote with steady and powerful strokes, meticulously crafting each character.
Between those strokes, his precise assessment of the court situation and his deep concern for the future development of Tianxuan were revealed.
After writing the secret report, he checked it carefully, word by word, not overlooking any detail.
After confirming that everything was correct, he picked up the wax and carefully sealed the letter, as if he were sealing away an extremely important secret.
Then, he walked quietly to the window and gently pushed it open.
A soft call broke the silence, and a nimble carrier pigeon, as if receiving an urgent command, flew swiftly and landed steadily on the windowsill.
Lin Fu held the secret report in both hands and tied it securely to the carrier pigeon's leg, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting a rare treasure.
After tying it up, they gently stroked the pigeon's feathers, as if conveying some silent message to it.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand, and the carrier pigeon flapped its powerful wings and soared into the sky towards the palace, disappearing into the vast and boundless sky in the blink of an eye.
In the shadows, Xuanling, like a shadow hidden in the darkness, had eyes as sharp as an eagle, keeping a close eye on the carrier pigeon's every move.
Seeing the carrier pigeon take flight, she reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively raising her hand and gathering an invisible force in her palm, preparing to knock the pigeon down.
Just as her hand was about to swing out and the power was about to be released, Xuan Ying reacted quickly, taking a step forward and firmly pressing down on her raised arm.
Xuanling's face was full of doubt. She quickly turned her head, her bright eyes wide open, filled with confusion and eager inquiry.
Xuan Ying stared intently at the departing carrier pigeon until it completely disappeared from sight, not even a tiny black dot could be seen, before she leaned slightly closer to Xuan Ling and lowered her voice to a whisper.
He spoke so softly it was as if afraid of being overheard: "This carrier pigeon flew out from Minister Lin's courtyard."
It goes without saying that it must be to report to His Majesty about the construction of an academy here.
As the ruler of a nation, His Majesty is aware of everything that happens in the world, and he will find out about this matter sooner or later.
Whether it's earlier or later, there's really no essential difference, so we don't need to act rashly.
Creating unnecessary trouble and causing unforeseen problems would be a losing proposition.
The night was thick and dark, and all was silent except for a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves.
Xuanling stood in the shadows, moonlight filtering through the dappled leaves, casting shimmering patterns of light and shadow upon her.
Upon hearing Xuan Ying's words, she was slightly taken aback at first, then nodded thoughtfully.
The movements were gentle and steady, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—not dazzling, but carrying a unique certainty.
Immediately afterwards, a very soft "hmm" escaped from her lips.
This simple response, with its deep tone and undeniable decisiveness, seemed to create invisible ripples in the air.
The moment the words fell, her aura suddenly froze, and a sharp, focused light quickly welled up in her originally lively and bright eyes.
Like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly.
At the same time, her muscles subtly tensed, each one seemingly imbued with life, poised to unleash its power.
He exuded a cheetah-like alertness and power, fully immersed in a state of high vigilance.
Her figure was like a wisp of smoke in the dark night, slowly disappearing into the shadows of the trees and the thick darkness with an almost ghostly grace.
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