Zhang Feng was speechless.
This was really so troublesome!
But at this moment, a Confucian scholar in the crowd suddenly shouted to stop.
"Wait!"
A middle-aged Confucian scholar in his forties wearing a white robe embroidered with golden edges and green bamboo leaves stepped forward and saluted Zhang Feng. Then, he bowed like the old scholar and said, "I have long heard that there is a great Confucian scholar hidden in Tonghui Lane, a great Confucian scholar from the previous dynasty. I am here to greet you, sir!"
At this moment, the scene was completely silent.
This was a matter between scholars. No matter how capable they were, they had no right to interfere.
If anyone dared to say a word at this time, the yamen runner behind the crowd would come forward to teach him a lesson.
The old scholar saluted with his fists without changing his expression.
"May I ask what is the matter? Why did you interrupt the worship of Confucius and Meng for no reason?"
"I am puzzled. I believe that every Confucian scholar here is puzzled. This young man looks to be in his twenties, but why is he wearing the robe of a great Confucian scholar?"
"If you were to open an academy, I would have nothing to say. But this young man, I cannot do that. First, you have to explain the origin of this robe. Then, you have to explain why he is riding the carriage of a great Confucian scholar and opening an academy. Otherwise, I believe that all the scholars in the world will not let this matter rest! "
"Haha …"
He was here to cause trouble!
Zhang Feng finally understood.
The old scholar then said in a low voice, "This is the normal process, and it is also essential. You just need to do it your own way. You just need to fight with them and make them believe in your ability. I heard from the people of Du Xing that when you enter, there will be a great scholar coming to testify for you, so don't be afraid!"
Zhang Feng heard this and calmed down instantly.
That's right.
This matter was done by Lao Li, and he had not seen Lao Li and the others until now. Perhaps they had gone to do this.
Moreover, this was too f * cking boring, wasn't it?
Lao Tzu opening an academy had nothing to do with you!
If you have the ability, why don't you open one too?
"Sir, may I know your name? I'm Zhang Feng. Why have I never heard of your name in Chang 'an City? "
The middle-aged scholar stroked his beard, glanced at Zhang Feng and said, "My surname is Sun, and I am from Jade Mountain. Outside, people call me Mister Jade Mountain! I wonder if Little Friend Zhang Feng has a name? "
"Names are decided by the parents. How can they be changed? My name is Zhang Feng. The neighbors of Tong Hui Lane call me Feng Zi. That's all! "
"Hahaha, good, good, good. But that's only because you have a sharp tongue. Do you have any works that can be handed down from generation to generation? Or perhaps something that has been approved by all the Confucians? If you do, who can prove it? "
Zhang Feng thought for a moment. There really wasn't any.
Other than giving some calligraphy to Lao Li and the others, he really didn't have anything to do.
Zhang Feng could not help but feel that he had suffered a great loss.
If he had known earlier, he would have left all those things behind and pretended to read them aloud. Wouldn't that be better?
"Sir, I have something to say!"
At this moment.
Jingshu, who was standing beside the old scholar, said charmingly.
Sun Yushan heard this and hurriedly cupped his fist.
Jingshu did not have any title, but who in Chang 'an City didn't know her?
Who didn't know her?
Jingshu's zither song that no one could understand made all the Confucians in the world scratch their heads.
But why did she come here today?
Could it be …
The one who broke her zither song was this guy?
How could it be?
It was rumored to be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation by Cai Wenji, the daughter of the great scholar of the Han Dynasty, Cai Yong. But because of some things, it became the only copy in Jingshu's hands. Except for her, no one knew this song, and no one could decipher the meaning of this song.
But …
"So it's Miss Jingshu. May I know what you have to say? How about we discuss it in the future? "
Jingshu's appearance instantly caused an uproar among all the students, as well as the stubborn ones.
"Could it be that this guy broke Jingshu's vow?"
"Impossible! That zither song has been lost for hundreds of years. How could that guy know how to decipher it? "
"Then why is Jingshu here? This explains a lot of things! "
As for Li Chengqian and the others, when they saw the poignant beauty of Jing Shu in the crowd, as well as her fairy-like clothes that were blown by the northern wind, coupled with her ice-cold face, it gave birth to endless fanciful thoughts.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but look askance.
But when Jingshu passed by him, she just gently bowed and said, "Mr. Sun, I wonder if you've heard of my daughter's Huga Eighteen Beats?"
"Not only have I heard of it, but Old Man has already memorized this song by heart!"
"Then do you know that a month ago, someone broke this zither song of mine at Swallow Descent Restaurant?"
"This …"
Sun Yushan's expression was a little ugly.
"Of course I know."
"Could it be that Miss Jingshu is talking about this old gentleman?"
Jingshu shook her head, and the pearl on her veil swayed.
"No, Mr. Sun, it's Prince Zhang!"
Buzz!
Even though Sun Yushan had already guessed it, he didn't expect it to be this guy who broke it.
After Cai Yong's death, Cai Wenji was also a talented woman whose name spread throughout the Han Dynasty. How could something from her be ordinary?
This zither song that even the combined efforts of all the great scholars couldn't figure out was really broken by this guy.
"Prince Zhang, today is the opening of your academy. I don't have anything else, so I specially offer you my Huga Eighteen Beats. I hope Prince Zhang can play it with me. How about it?"
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