248. Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Gathering - Water Melody - When Will the Moon Be Bright (Part 3) (Page 1/2)
When Master Wu, dressed in a blue robe, stood at the Zhouqiao Wharf and "manifested his divine power" in full view of everyone.
In Kaifeng, an even more absurd drama was unfolding overnight.
The crux of the problem lies entirely in the closure and shutdown of the Bianliang Gazette.
News of Cui Xianshan's "granting of secret keys," "famous essays," and "banquet for all the scholars of Kaifeng" spread like wildfire.
However, it got stuck at the step of dissemination.
There are always errors in oral traditions.
The handwritten notes were taken at a snail's pace.
Scholars throughout the city were so anxious to obtain the document "From Yao and Shun to Tang" and the four secret keys to its true meaning that they were scratching their heads in desperation.
My eyes are practically green with envy!
Urgent!
Only then did everyone suddenly remember:
Doesn't Chief Cui own the "Bianliang Gazette"? It's the newspaper with the fastest news and the best printing in the whole city!
If the Bianliang Gazette still existed, how could we not have seen the headmaster's brilliant articles!
But why is it closed now?
It was all smashed by those old Confucian scholars of the ancient text school!
Now, retribution comes swiftly and ironically.
At this moment, those who most wanted to read Cui Xian's article were precisely the sons, nephews, students, and classmates of these old Confucian scholars who were about to take the imperial examinations!
Even these old scholars themselves, at their advanced age, were still taking the imperial examinations!
A 'key' is also required!
As a result, a series of truly spectacular scenes unfolded in Kaifeng.
An old scholar was being pounded on the door by his son, who was preparing for his exams: "Dad! Why did you smash up the newspaper office back then! Now look what's happened, the headmaster's articles can't be printed, and I can't see them! How am I supposed to take the exam?!"
A retired scholar was being berated by his wife: "You senile old fool! What are you trying to prove? All the scholars in the city are begging for the abbot's essays, but we don't have any! Your nephew is taking the exam this year, what are you going to do?!"
Even some of the instructors suffered even more tragic fates.
He was "coerced" by their most outstanding students and was half-invited and half-forced to go to Yuelu Academy.
The students spoke bluntly: "Sir, you once threw an inkstone at the newspaper office yourself. The one who tied the knot must untie it. You must go and beg Old Madam Cui to reopen the newspaper office, otherwise... our chances of passing the autumn imperial examinations this year are in jeopardy."
then.
One by one, these were once dignified old Confucian scholars who defended the "orthodoxy of classical studies."
They were pushed, pulled, persuaded, and forced by their own children and grandchildren who hoped they would pass the imperial examinations, their wives who hoped their sons would become successful, and their students who sought their future.
As if at a market, embarrassment and shame gathered outside the gate of Yuelu Academy.
Their goal was remarkably consistent: to see Old Madam Cui and plead for the reopening of the Bianliang Gazette!
Please publish Professor Cui's groundbreaking article as soon as possible to benefit scholars and the academic world.
When this grand procession of scholars arrived at the mountain gate...
This greatly frightened the students in the academy, as well as Pei Jian, Su Qi, and others.
Several sharp-eyed students spotted a group of figures in the distance, and the leaders seemed to be those familiar old scholars.
My scalp tingled instantly.
His voice changed: "No, no! These old scholars... they're causing trouble again!"
Chaos erupted instantly inside Yuelu Academy.
Some people panicked and tried to block the door, while others grabbed brooms and sticks.
The students, their faces pale, gathered behind the door as if facing a formidable enemy.
Mrs. Cui, already upset about the vandalism of the official gazette and her home, was even more enraged upon hearing the news.
Her voice trembled with anger: "This is outrageous! Wasn't it enough that they smashed things once? Now they have to cause trouble during the Mid-Autumn Festival? When will this ever end!"
Cui Yu, Cui Boshan, Cui Zhongyuan, and others looked worried.
Even the four gentlemen, Donglai, Banlin, Xunzhang, and Jifu, were alarmed.
That shouldn't be happening!
Logically speaking, Brother Xian should have already gone down the mountain to begin the cleanup.
Where do these old scholars get the audacity to continue causing trouble?
Could it be... that some trouble has arisen again?
Thinking of this, I recalled the terrible scene of the old scholars marching all over the city and smashing things everywhere.
The crowd's eyes turned serious, and a chill ran down their spines.
But then, in the next moment...
Suddenly, outside the mountain gate, a large group of scholars appeared, all bowing respectfully.
Scholar A stepped forward: "Madam! We have come to apologize."
Scholar B eagerly explained the reason: "Yesterday, Headmaster Cui personally taught me the key to solving the eight-legged essay problem outside the prefectural school. My writing flowed smoothly and powerfully! This is a weapon that has never been seen before, and a must-have standard for the imperial examinations!"
Scholar Bing's voice cracked with excitement: "The scholars of the whole city are eagerly awaiting the headmaster's article 'From Yao and Shun to Tang,' like parched seedlings longing for rain! We know that destroying newspaper offices and cutting off the path of literature in the past was a grave mistake."
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Scholar Ding's eyes shone brightly: "Such a spark cannot shine alone in Bianliang! I dare to assert that this writing and this path will surely be sought after by scholars throughout the land! This is the direction of the literary tradition!"
at last.
The crowd chorused and bowed in unison, pleading, "We earnestly request that Madam Cui reopen the 'Bianliang Gazette' and print it throughout the land! May this writing and this way of life preserve the flame for the scholars of our Great Liang!"
W-what?
Old Cui was dumbfounded.
Lin, Chen, and Cui Ying, who was hiding behind her mother, all stared wide-eyed.
Pei Jian, Li Heyu, and Su Qi exchanged glances and immediately realized—
Choi Hyeon has definitely pulled off another big stunt outside!
hateful!
Why should Gao Qi and Zhuang Jin be allowed to participate, while they can only pitifully, aggrievedly, and resentfully guard their homes?
Seeing that Old Cui did not speak up immediately.
Another scholar stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot, his voice cracking with emotion, yet each word struck the ground like an iron nail:
"Madam! What you hold in your hands right now is far more than just a copy of the Bianliang Gazette!"
"This is clearly the pivotal point of the rise and fall of literary fortunes, and the very voice of the literati!"
Whether scholars throughout the land can find the true path, and whether the literary tradition of the Great Liang Dynasty will rise or fall in the next thirty years, all depends on your decision to open the seal today!
"Your 'Bianliang Gazette' is the only channel that can ignite this simmering fire in Bianjing into a raging inferno!"
Oh my god!
You're so good with words, are you out of your mind?
It sounds great, I love listening to it!
Say more!
Old Mrs. Cui felt a rush of heat to her head, and her vision blurred for a moment. She quickly helped her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lin, who was standing next to her, but her fingertips trembled slightly.
Stay calm, it's a minor incident.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the gasp that almost escaped her throat.
Instead, he deliberately calmed down, only slightly raising his chin.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deliberately controlled, effortless tone:
"Oh? It's just a small matter... but it's worth the trip."
Old Cui paused deliberately.
His gaze slowly swept over the anxious yet expectant faces of the crowd.
Then, slowly, as if discussing an ordinary family matter, she said, "Well, since it concerns the cultural heritage of the Great Liang... then I will trouble myself to let this 'Bianliang Gazette' live again."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
A deafening cheer erupted immediately!
Cui Zhongyuan, Cui Boshan, and the others looked at Old Cui with admiration and respect.
Old ginger is spicier!
They were almost fainting from excitement, unlike their mother, who remained calm and collected!
Only Lin, whose arm was being gripped by her mother-in-law, turned pale: "Mother, stop pinching me!"
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Just as Lin was about to break free.
A rumbling sound came from afar.
The sound of horses' hooves shattered the clamor at the mountain gate.
Amidst countless blank stares, seven or eight luxurious carriages with blue curtains sped up.
"By order of the Abbess: Your grandson Cui Xian respectfully invites you, Grandmother, to come down the mountain and join the whole family for the Mid-Autumn Festival feast!"
The sound subsided, and the entire mountain fell silent.
The crowd, which had just been excited by the "reopening of the official gazette," now all eyes were on—
The fervor of scholars, the complexity of old Confucian scholars, and even the awe of servants were all embodied in Old Cui.
Old Cui pinched harder with his fingertips.
Aunt Lin was so excited that she forgot her pain.
She even wanted her mother-in-law to use more force!
Half a month ago.
The Cui family's house and workshop were smashed, and everyone laughed and ridiculed them.
Xian Ge'er's descent from the mountain this time was both to settle old scores.
It's also about restoring the family's reputation!
Old Cui was so happy he almost fainted, but his face remained calm, and he simply nodded: "Understood."
With Lin's help, she lifted her foot and walked out.
The autumn sun perfectly illuminated its silhouette.
His aged yet upright spine and unwavering composure made him appear as a patriarch of a prominent family who was about to regain control and restore his family's glory.
Behind him.
The Cui family members hurriedly lowered their heads and straightened their hats, suppressing their ecstasy into a solemn expression, but their steps were a little faster than usual as they boarded the carriage one by one.
Seeing this, Pei Jian, Li Heyu, Su Qi, Meng Shen, and others shamelessly followed suit.
The carriage curtains fell, and the carriage rumbled and disappeared into the distance along the mountain road.
In the autumn sun.
The convoy seemed to carry not only a family of relatives, but also the resurgence of fortune for an entire clan.
We drove towards the bustling and magnificent city of Bianliang at the foot of the mountain.
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