The content of the bed seat is well-known, and the guinea twigs should be passed down by Xiaoshan...

The fragrance of peach blossoms spreads for ten miles. The peach blossoms in the peach garden are majestic from afar, like the sea and the tide; the pretty and charming are like a girl's first makeup when she is appreciated.

What a holy place to date. Originally, this place was a place for men and women to have a secret meeting, but now there are more and more scholars, and the fragrance of books is getting thicker. This place is like a peach blossom land in the future, without worries, no worries... only the freedom to be positive about life.

A kind of yearning appeared in Zifan's eyes. This kind of life is carefree. There is no need to lead troops to fight, and there is no need to feel the deception of you and me in society. Everything is so pure and fresh.

However, there was a stain on the pure white paper. Zi Fan took a look and Dian Wei next to him covered his forehead and shook his head hard. A strange look appeared in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Zi Fan, who was today, came to this couple's date holy place with a big boss.

However, after a moment, some bitterness appeared on Zifan's mouth. In this battle world, quiet land is only temporary. Once the golden swords and iron horses arrive, the pure land here will disappear. Absolute freedom is undesirable and will no longer exist.

Zifan’s money arrived this time, first to make friends with more famous scholars, and second to calm down his anxiety.

Yingchuan Academy was a famous holy place in the Han Dynasty and dreamed of countless people. It was opened by aristocratic families, famous scholars, or many other private schools to teach and educate people. Famous people such as Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Xun You, Xi Zhicai, and Zhong Yao all came from many private schools in Yingchuan.

Yingchuan Academy has become a place where contemporary people gather in the world...

This time, Zifan should have come alone, but Dian Wei slandered him and asked him to take him with him. Although he didn't know a single big word, he didn't know the meaning of the famous poems and paintings all over the mountain. He just repeated these two words aside. Damn~

Unexpectedly, Dian Wei, a rough man, has a heart that loves learning. Although he has never read a book, he has extremely respect for scholars.

The academy is built beside the mountains, and a cluster of pavilions and gardens are hidden by towering ancient trees. Perhaps it is the rendering of the poems and books of sages, and the palaces are also stained with a quiet and elegant charm.

The vermilion door is open, and the corridor is twisted and turns. With the Sacred Hall as the center, it forms a large complex of buildings that are staggered and complement each other. The academy has more than 360 temples and book halls, including the Imperial Book Pavilion, Minglun Hall, Zongshu Ci, Pantheon Temple, and Loyalty Temple. The Sacred Hall is a hall used for students to pay homage to Confucius. The two plaques above the door read "Learn to the Heaven of Nature" and "Teacher of All Ages".

The famous Yingchuan Academy has no tall walls, no gold-plated plaques, no brass animal door rings, and the low walls are snow-white. It is obvious that the wooden door, which has been old for a long time, is opened. A black painted red wooden plaque with four big words on it, written on it: Yingchuan Academy, signed by Mr. Shuijing. The font is vigorous and powerful, with red and black contrasting, red as blood, black as the night sky, perfectly combined, calm and solemn.

"Who is coming? The important place of the academy, don't enter..." Before Zifan and Dian Wei could step into the academy gate, a book boy left to stop him.

"Wu Zifan, the prefect of Xiayouzhou, heard that Yingchuan Academy is famous far and wide, so he came to ask for advice and asked Shutong for help." Zifan smiled and took out a string of candied haws from his arms, and quietly gave them to Shutong.

As a literary center, Yingchuan Academy has very strict access and exit.

"House..."

When taking a man's gourd to eliminate disasters, the book boy also quickly went to report, not daring to delay Zifan as a court official, and secondly, Zifan's reputation was also far away, and no one knew anyone.

Confucian scholars regarded Yingchuan Academy as a place to settle down for independent research and knowledge. From the day they were in the bud, the academy was linked to the scholars' life path of "keeping their own care". One of the purposes of creation was to pursue spiritual pursuits that transcend the world and embody the transcendence of the Confucian humanistic spirit, which was also the existence of the last pure land.

This is a holy place for scholars, and of course it is to be respected. In addition, the literati here are talking, but one is better than the other. It is impossible to turn black and white into black. This is what Zifan wants to increase his impression of emotions.

After a while, Xun Shuang was led by several literati and scholars slowly came from the inside.

"I don't know that the general has not come to greet him this time. I hope the general will not blame him." Some literati and scholars behind him also bowed their heads, which was also a kind of respect for Zifan's arrival.

"Yingchuan Academy is not an idle person to enter. Besides, the general, seven steps into poetry in this Luoyang city shocked everyone's reputation. This time, the old man dared to fight for the courage. In this situation, we have not been able to regret everything for life. I don't know that the general can do it." Xun Shuang pretended to be pitiful, and a few tears came out of his eyes.

Now the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the fragrance is floating ten miles away, falling into the academy. With this topic, one stick of incense is limited to me. I hope the general will come and try it out.

Although Xun Shuang was extremely polite, she pressed her step by step with her gentle language. It seemed that she had to achieve her goal this time. The literati and scholars behind her had never opposed it. They were also full of curiosity about Zifan.

Since they came, they would be content with it... Since they dared to face the challenge, they would convince them of losing.

"good……"

Unexpectedly, these literati and scholars were also a group of old foxes. If Zifan was not prepared, he would dare to come easily.

Poverty cannot be moved, wealth cannot be betrayed, this is a real man.

In front of the crowd, Zifan lowered his head and read "Three Hundred Ancient Poems" in his heart. He was looking for famous poems about peach blossoms. Now he must convince these literati and scholars and urinate.

"The heartbroken spring river is about to end"

As soon as he said that everyone's interest aroused, it seemed that Fan's eyes were full of expectations.

"Step the foot of the skeleton and step on the skeleton"

Xun Shuang also nodded slightly to praise... her eyes were full of admiration, but it was still a little short of it.

"The willow catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms flow through the water"

Xun Shuang's eyes widened in an instant, lowered her head, Mo Yu was so thin that she was flowing through the water, and then asked her subordinates to copy it quickly. Such beautiful poems and sentences would definitely shock the world.

"Young master, great talent, old man admires it. When you see him today, your reputation is indeed worthy of it." I just became unreasonable.

Now Xun Shuang has been completely surrendered. This poem has completely conquered them. This poem praising peach blossoms is appropriately suited to the requirements. In addition, it is impossible for Zifan to pretend to be arbitrarily.
Chapter completed!