"It's obviously me!" "it's me!" …… Li Qingcha: ??? She was confused, and Baisi couldn't ride her sister. In the past, although these girls were very enthusiastic about me, they had never been so crazy about me. What is this piece being sung today? has a problem! There's a big problem! Li Qingcha swallowed his saliva, suppressed his curiosity, and repeatedly reminded himself: "Escaping is more important, don't worry about other things. There are so many trivial matters, I can't take care of them even if I want to."
She walked to the front yard. As a result, as soon as I walked into Yicui Tower, I was attracted by a huge calligraphy. And so, leaning on the red and green, the romantic affairs, the life is happy. Youth is only a moment. Can't bear to exchange the fame for a quiet drink and a low song. ——Li Qingcha, a romantic and talented scholar Every word is written on every piece of paper, and the ink is the finest gold-sprinkled ink. There are dots of gold in the rich black, revealing an indescribable elegance. Li Qingcha: ... This feeling is like watching anime on your phone in your room, and when you are adjusting the volume, your father slams the door in, throws the Bluetooth speaker on the table with a sullen look on his face. Society is dead! Total social death! Li Qingcha looked around, his eyes fell on Feixu, and he hooked his finger at her. Feixu was startled, and came over with a red face. "Sir, I thought the line 'You are so beautiful, so romantic, so happy' could not be referring to me. After all, you rejected me on the first day. Everyone is guessing that it was..." Feixu wanted to mention Gong Lianxue, but considering Gong Lianxue's identity, she didn't dare to say it out loud. Li Qingcha resisted the urge to spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Feixu, please find someone to remove this calligraphy." Feixu was stunned, "Why is this?" “That…that wasn’t actually written by me.” "Young Master really loves to joke." "Really? It was written by a poet named Liu Sanbian. I just heard it by accident, so... so..." "stare--"
Feixu looked at Li Qingcha seriously. After a while, "Sir, there is no need to lie to me," Feixu said, "If there really is such a person as Liu Sanbian, he would have already become famous." "Hmm..." Li Qingcha didn't know how to refute. "Sir, being modest is good, but sometimes you also need to show your strength. Do you think that if you had this sentence, would those scholars who challenged you yesterday still dare to ask for trouble?" "..." To some extent, Feixu was right. Li Qingcha had no way to argue. He opened and closed his mouth but could not utter a single word of no. a long time, "Okay, hang up if you want." She surrendered. Feixu smiled sweetly and said, "That's right~" After that, he added, "Sir, this line is also posted outside the main entrance of Yicui Tower. Let's send out invitations to all scholars in the world to complete this poem "He Chongtian"~" “Is it posted outside too?” "It was Master Gong...Miss Gong used her connections to hire a famous calligrapher to write it overnight~" If the social death metaphor just now is that the father listened to the Bluetooth speaker, it only involves one person, and that person is a male family member, so the scale is relatively small and the harm is relatively small; Now, it is equivalent to watching anime during a corporate meeting, and accidentally broadcasting it to the public, on an infinite scale. Li Qingcha felt like crying but had no tears. "I'll go out and see." "Sir, why do you have such an expression..." Fei Xu was surprised. "No, I'm not unhappy at all. I'm very happy. I'm quite happy. Look how brightly I smile." "..." Mr. Li is broken... Feixu was speechless and watched Li Qingcha leave Yicui Tower. At this time, a crowd of people had gathered outside the building, mostly Confucian scholars, praising those lines. "Good words, good words..." "This Li Qingcha is really a madman. He posted his own poems and said something nice, inviting readers from all over the world to continue writing, but in fact, he is reminding us to see our own weight clearly." "You are right. With this style of writing, anyone who continues writing will inevitably end up with a poor imitation."
"You can't blame him. I heard that a few ignorant people came here to provoke us yesterday. I'm afraid they must have angered Li Qingcha." "There is such a thing? Tell me in detail." …… Public opinion has already fermented and cannot be stopped at all. Thus, Li Qingcha had one more reason to run away with the bucket. He crouched down slightly, preparing to slip away when the group wasn't paying attention. It's a pity that ideals are full and reality is skinny. "Have friends come from afar?" A man walked out of the crowd, and when he came towards Li Qingcha, he seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in fact, he could cover ten feet with one step. Shrink to an inch! With such strength, he must be at least a third-grade cultivator. Li Qingcha looked up. The person in front of me was wearing a green shirt and a jade pendant on his waist, obviously dressed like a Confucian scholar. Although he was old, he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an arrogant demeanor, quite like an old handsome man. "I am Kuang Taichu, a teacher at Bailu Academy." As he spoke, he smiled at Li Qingcha. "My friend, are you Li Siwei?" "Li Siwei?" Li Qingcha repeated subconsciously. "The so-called 'four fors' are 'to establish one's mind for heaven and earth, to establish one's destiny for the people, to carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and to create peace for all generations'. Your words have caused a great uproar in our academy." "Ah this..." Li Qingcha looked at Mr. Kuang. Instinctively, a bad premonition came to my mind. "Mr. Kuang, what do you want to talk to me about?" she asked cautiously. "As scholars, we should always communicate with each other." Kuang Taichu paused for a moment, "My friend, you should be living in the capital during this period, right?" "I might have to..." "Since you live in the capital, it will be easy." "Wait... No... I haven't said anything yet!" "What did you say just now? Are you willing to visit Bailu Academy today? That's great." "!@#￥%*..." Li Qingcha spewed gibberish.
Chapter 22 Flowers Everywhere "Mr. Kuang, I really can't explain it." "It doesn't matter if you can't tell me. Just think of it as visiting our academy~" “I don’t even want to go on the tour.” "Eh? What? I can't hear you clearly!" "..." Li Qingcha was completely helpless against Kuang Taichu's pretense of stupidity. Who allowed the other party to fight? She focused her attention on the upper right corner of her vision, looking at a new line that appeared. "Two: Accurate information, Li Qingcha is coming to the academy." To come? Already arrived. Li Qingcha sighed depressedly and looked around. Egret Academy. The egret is a pure and noble bird, and Confucian scholars named their academy after it. There are many birds in the academy. In order to provide them with habitats, a wide range of grasses and trees are planted, and lush forests and bamboos are built, creating an isolated green area in the capital city where the green area is seriously insufficient. Kuang Taichu led the way for Li Qingcha. "Further ahead is the lecture hall where students study. At this moment, they should all be discussing you, young friend." Li Qingcha: ... Quite depressing. Kuang Taichu noticed this and advised: "Don't feel pressured, my friend. The academy is a place for everyone to exchange talents and knowledge. Even if the explanation is wrong or there are some minor flaws, it doesn't matter." The elder brother said it lightly, and Li Qingcha could only smile reluctantly, just to show his support. The two came to the school lecture hall. This place is open-air, with a total of thirty rows of tables, each with a futon behind it. In front of these tables is a podium about 30 centimeters above the ground. There is no obstruction on the podium. Preaching here will inevitably attract the attention of everyone, and the pressure can be imagined. At this time, numerous Confucian scholars gathered in the courtyard, and discussions were going on one after another. "Have you heard? Li Siwei wrote a few lyrics." "Haha, I'm really awesome now."
"Are you jealous?" "Why should I be jealous? He may be very capable, but he didn't pass the imperial examinations. Besides, he's not a Confucian monk." "Tsk, what a pity..." "It's a pity indeed." …… They were all talking about Li Qingcha.