Chapter 71: Peerless Genius Song Jingning
Ye Chutang looked at Ye Anzhi, whose face turned pale with fear, and raised the corners of his lips playfully.
Didn’t Kong Ru say that the eldest son must be born from her belly?
She was looking forward to what expression Kong Ru would have when she found out that the eldest son wanted to kill her in order to save his own life.
"There is only one antidote left. Will you live? Or will Kong Ru live?"
After Ye Chutang threw the life-and-death issue to Ye Anzhi, he left the Shangshu Mansion and went to the Poetry Chanting Tower.
Strike while the iron is hot.
She wants to climb to the top of the literary circle and gain the support of everyone.
From now on, no matter who wants to touch her, they will have to consider the consequences of offending scholars and students all over the world!
On the way.
Ye Chutang heard people talking about "evil Taoist destroying the country" and "the eighteen levels of hell".
"The eighteen levels of hell have descended upon the human world. The evil sage has deceived the emperor and will surely be torn into pieces by five horses!"
"Immortality is nonsense. Now that a miracle has appeared, the emperor will surely wake up."
"I don't think so..."
As soon as the questioning voice appeared, someone ran over from the direction of the palace and shouted.
"It's time for the morning court session. According to gossip, not only did the emperor not execute Zhang Tianshi, he also asked the second prince to clear his name!"
When these words were spoken, the people were in an uproar.
"Did you hear wrongly? God has given us a warning, how could the emperor protect the evildoer!"
"Yes, this is about destroying the country. Even if the emperor is stupid... he can't..."
The man who was shouting pointed to the city gate.
"The imperial edict has been posted. The 'ghost thief' not only stole from the imperial kitchen, but also framed Zhang Tianshi as a demon. The emperor will reward anyone who catches him with ten thousand taels of gold!"
"Ten thousand... ten thousand taels of gold? Is that true?"
"Of course it's true. The imperial edict has been posted right at the city gate."
When Ye Chutang heard this, he felt a little bit sorry.
She was busy for two quarters of an hour last night, thinking that she could kill the demon with the help of the Dog Emperor, but it turned out to be all in vain.
But it doesn’t matter, since the dog emperor has money, she will go to the treasury tonight!
When they arrived at the Poetry Recitation Tower, the servant boy respectfully welcomed Ye Chutang in.
"Miss Ye, our dean wants to see you. Is it convenient for you?"
Not everyone can meet the dean of Huating Academy.
He took the initiative to meet Ye Chutang because he recognized her talent and wanted to make friends with her.
This is a shortcut to fame, and Ye Chutang naturally would not refuse it.
"Of course it's convenient, but I want to try today's question first."
"Miss Ye, please."
Today's topic in the Poetry Tower is very special: write a poem related to people's livelihood.
Ye Chutang picked up his pen and wrote: "The rich have wine and meat, while the poor have frozen to death on the streets."
[Note: Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words of Thoughts on the Way from Beijing to Fengxian County"]
She originally wanted to write a poem satirizing the fact that Qin II was controlled by Zhao Gao, but she gave up because she felt that the allusion was too direct and would get her into trouble.
The servant did not hand Ye Chutang's poem to the teacher, but took it in his hand and took her to the fifth floor of the Poetry Recitation Tower.
The fifth floor is mainly related to musical instruments.
As soon as he went upstairs, Ye Chutang heard the sound of a piano that sounded like the sound of flowing water in the mountains.
She asked curiously, "Can we play the musical instruments collected on the fifth floor?"
The book boy explained, "Only those who have repaired ancient music scores are qualified to play them. Today, the dean is playing."
"What kind of person is your dean?"
"A great scholar of the time, with excellent knowledge and cultivation, who likes to make friends through literature."
As they were talking, the servant had already brought Ye Chutang to the piano room.
The door of the piano room was closed, and many literati who loved music were standing outside, commenting on the performance from time to time.
Just as the servant was about to knock on the door, he was stopped by Ye Chutang.
"Don't worry, wait until Dean Song finishes playing."
As soon as she finished speaking, the piano music stopped abruptly.
A pleasant male voice came from the piano room, "Miss Ye, please come in."
The servant boy opened the door.
The young man sitting opposite the door stood up and bowed to Ye Chutang.
"Song Jinyu has met Miss Ye."
The dean of Huating Academy is the eldest son of the great Confucian scholar Song family, named Zhiyan, with the courtesy name Jinyu.
Ye Chutang bowed and said, "My daughter Ye Chutang greets Dean Song."
"Miss Ye, there is no need to be so polite. Please come in."
Ye Chutang walked into the piano room with confidence. After the servant handed the poem she wrote to Song Zhiyan, he turned around and left, closing the door.
The scholar outside the door tactfully stayed away from the piano room.
The maid took the guqin off the table, and the servant placed a futon on the ground.
Ye Chutang and Song Zhiyan sat opposite each other.
"Dean Song wants to see my daughter for something?"
Song Zhiyan poured Ye Chutang a cup of tea and said, "They look alike. They really look alike."
Ye Chutang took the teacup and asked, "Has Dean Song met my mother?"
Song Zhiyan shook his head, "No, but I have heard about your mother's good deeds."
"Who is Dean Song saying I look like?"
"My fifth brother, Song Jingning, if you meet him, you will also think that your eyebrows and eyes are very similar."
It's not just the similarity in appearance, but also in the spirit and the entire character of the person.
Ye Chutang had naturally heard of Song Jingning's name.
The Song family's unrivaled genius, he was able to write poems at the age of three, debate with great scholars at the age of seven, became famous throughout the world at the age of ten, traveled abroad to study and teach at the age of twelve, and has not returned home yet.
Yesterday, whether she was writing poetry, calligraphy, solving puzzles or drawing, she was compared with Song Jingning, the incarnation of the God of Literature.
She smiled and said, "There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and there are countless people with similar eyebrows and eyes. Dean Song said this, is he trying to be a matchmaker for your fifth brother?"
Actually, she and Song Jingning are of the same age, both seventeen years old.
For ancient people who got married very early, they were all considered older single men and women.
Urgently need pairing!
Seeing that Ye Chutang had misunderstood, Song Zhiyan quickly explained, "It is Song's fault that Miss Ye misunderstood."
After saying this, he drank the tea in front of him as an apology.
Ye Chutang heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that it wasn't an arranged match.
She asked bluntly, "Why did Dean Song come to see me?"
"Miss Ye is a talented writer with broad knowledge and insight. I would like to learn a thing or two from her."
"What happens after the consultation?"
Song Zhiyan was very surprised at Ye Chutang's sharpness.
He said truthfully: "Song wants to invite Miss Ye to be the female teacher of Hua Ting Academy."
The Song family had always wanted to open a girls' school, but they had not found a female teacher who was both talented in writing and willing to teach and answer questions.
Ye Chutang asked curiously, "Why does Dean Song think I would agree?"
Song Zhiyan recited the poem that Ye Chutang had just written.
"Miss Ye can write such a poem. She must have the world in her heart and want to change the current situation of Beichen Country."
"Dean Song doesn't think that by educating a few more scholars, they can dig out the corrupt foundation of Beichen Country and bring this country back to life, right?"
"Of course not, but if everyone does a little more, water can become a stream, streams can become rivers, rivers can flow into the sea, and one day, the sea can capsize a boat!"
Song Zhiyan said it very tactfully, but Ye Chutang understood it.
If one day, the Beichen Kingdom is about to collapse, the Song family is willing to be the pusher to overturn this hopeless world.
"Does Dean Song think too highly of me?"
She just wants to live her own life and doesn't want to be a savior.
PS: The heroine has a growth line, and the great love will slowly appear after exile.
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