Deng Lihua and her sisters were riding in a carriage, Deng Tu was sitting on the shaft, Zhang Miao and Zhang Ping disguised themselves as entourage guards, and the wheels were rippling outside the city, heading to Xijiachi ten miles south of the city.

In the second year of Jian'an, Liu Biao built a school in Xiangyang City, and worked on Song Zhong as the Five Classics. He invited great scholars to be doctors and opened a provincial school, which attracted scholars from all over the country to come one after another. Many scholars traveled thousands of miles from the Central Plains and even from Hebei.

The cultural and educational trend in Xiangyang is prevalent, even Xu Du cannot match it.

As the governor of Jingzhou, Liu Biao attached great importance to culture and education. In addition to requesting the great scholar Song Zhong to be responsible for the provincial education, he himself participated in it himself, held regular literary meetings, gathered with scholars to discuss scriptures and classics.

The best place for holding a cultural conference is not the Academy in Xiangyang City, but the Xijiachi outside the city.

During the Jianwu period of the Han Dynasty, Xiyu, the Marquis of Xiangyang, built a 60-step and 40-step wide earth dike at the foot of Baima Mountain, and led the Baima Spring to build a pond to raise fish. This is the Xijia Pond. After more than a hundred years of rectification, the towers, pavilions, flowers and gardens of Xijia Pond have become a famous tourist place in Xiangyang, and the Xiangyang Cultural Association is often held here.

There were endless cars and horses on the road, and most of them were scholars and their followers who went to Xijiachi to participate in the literary gathering. Zhang Miao and his party were not conspicuous in it.

When the group arrived at the foot of Baima Mountain, they were stopped by the officers and soldiers and had to verify their identity before they could be released. Deng Tu had invitations given by Deng She, so naturally he could pass without any obstacles.

Deng She was busy wearing a green official robe. When he saw Deng Tu and his party, he hurriedly told the people next to him, and then came over.

"A Zhong, why did you bring the boy named Zhang here?" Deng She pulled Deng Tu aside and complained in a low voice.

Deng Tu touched the scar on his face: "He proposed to come, how could I refuse this little thing?"

As he came, Deng She could only sigh helplessly, "It's good that way. When Lihua sees Jing Xiang's hero, the boy named Zhang will naturally not get into her eyes."

After getting off the car, there was another woman behind her. She was about the same age as hers, but she was much worse than that of Lihua. She was Deng She's daughter Deng Yan, and Lihua's cousin.

This is a garden covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres. Although it is late autumn, the scenery is still very beautiful.

The spring water pours out from Baima Mountain and gathers into a stream and flows into Xijia Pool. Around the Xijia Pool, there are more than a dozen buildings, mountains, rivers, and pavilions in an orderly manner, forming a beautiful picture scroll.

Hundreds of long robes, wide-sleeved scholars, with wide-belts and tall crowns, were dotted in groups between the scrolls.

Looking at this peaceful situation, Zhang Miao was a little puzzled whether it was a chaotic world now, and Huyang and other places, which were being attacked by thieves, seemed to be another world.

Zhang Ping winced a little. He looked at the scholars and then looked at his outfit with his short clothes. He felt a little inferior. Since entering Xijiachi, he has always been talking nonsense anymore.

Of course, Zhang Miao would not wince, but did not say much, but looked at the situation in the field seriously. He wanted to know that Kong Ming, Xu Shu and others were present, but after looking around, he couldn't find anyone who looked like Tang Guoqiang.

At this moment, the melodious chimes sounded, and the scholars gathered towards the high platform by the pond.

Zhang Miao and Zhang Ping also walked over and saw more than ten people sitting on the four-foot-high platform, and a middle-aged scholar in his forties was the first to start the lecture.

From the whispers of the scholars around him, Zhang Miao knew that the middle-aged scholar was named Song Zhong, who was the governor of Jingzhou, who was responsible for the Five Classics of the State.

Zhang Miao was a top student in the history department and was very familiar with the history of the late Han Dynasty. He knew that Song Zhong was a great scholar in the Han and Wei dynasties and had many works.

Song Zhong's voice was bright and he was quoting classics and talking about it. Although Zhang Miao is a major in history, he is not very proficient in ancient Chinese. He can only hear that he is talking about the Book of Changes, but he doesn't understand the specific content very much.

But when I looked around, the scholars around me were all fascinated by them.

After Song Zhong, several people started lectures, all of whom were doctors from the state. Zhang Miao did not listen carefully, but looked at the people on the high platform.

According to the position, Liu Biao, the governor of Jingzhou, was sitting in the highest position. He was about fifty years old, with a fair and handsome face, and a very handsome appearance. He was actually an old handsome guy. His face was a little pale and had a slight illness. He probably wasn't in good health.

It is such a handsome old man who owns eight counties in Jingxiang and has more than 100,000 armored men, but he is obsessed with literary affairs and devotes most of his energy to such things. He has no idea of ​​fighting for dominance in the world, which is really amazing.

Just as Zhang Miao sighed in his heart, the scholars around him actually cheered and clamored.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Miao asked hurriedly.

Looking at Zhang Miao's dress, his short collar was clearly dressed up by others, and the scholars didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Wang Zhongxuan is going to write a poem, everyone is looking forward to it." A scholar wearing a linen robe looked at him and explained to Zhang Miao in a low voice.

"Wang Zhongxuan?" Zhang Miao was stunned for a moment, not knowing who this was.

"It's Gaoping Wang Can!" the scholar continued.

"Oh, oh!" Zhang Miao immediately understood.

Wang Can, one of the seven sons of Jian'an, is a famous talented man of this era!

"Thank you, brother Tai. I am in Xiahuyang. How dare you ask me about my surname and name?" Zhang Miao said hurriedly.

"I am Xu Shu, whose courtesy name is Yuanzhi." The scholar smiled slightly and turned his head away.

It turned out to be Xu Shu! Zhang Miao was immediately excited.

This is the first celebrity in the Three Kingdoms I have known since time traveling!

When he was determined to continue chatting, Wang Can on the stage had already started writing poems, so Zhang Miao could only hold back for the time being and wait for the literary meeting before talking.

On the stage, Wang Can was reciting a poem.

"There is no chaos in Xijing, and the jackals and tigers are in trouble.

He abandoned China and devoted himself to Jingman.

Relatives are sad about me, and friends are chasing each other.

I saw nothing when I went out, and my bones covered the plains.

There is a hungry woman on the road, holding her son and abandoning the grass.

Gu heard the clamor and cried alone and refused to return.

If you don’t know where you die, how can you finish your relationship?

I drove the horse away and couldn't bear to listen to this.

Climb the shore of Baling in the south and look back at Chang'an.

I realized that the people in the lower spring were sad."

After the poem was over, many scholars present were so sad that they could not help themselves.

Wang Can's poem is so sad that it tells the chaos in Chang'an and even the entire Central Plains. The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. The current northern land is already full of sorrow!

Many of the scholars present came to Jingzhou from the north to escape the war. They described Wang Can's poems as personal experiences. Looking back on the past, how can we not be sad?

"Zhong Xuan's poems will surely be passed down to future generations and glory forever." Song Zhong sighed on the high platform.

Liu Biao, the governor of Jingzhou, nodded slightly and sighed: "It's just that the tone is too sad."
Chapter completed!