"This …"
"Fengzi, come on! Are you stupid? This is a rare opportunity. Sister-in-law has made such a big sacrifice. Why are you still hesitating? "
"Yes, Fengzi, why are you acting like a woman?"
"Come on!"
Cheng Chumo and the others did not dare to speak loudly. They could only lower their heads and urge Zhang Feng behind.
Zhang Feng knew that sooner or later, there would be such a day.
"Okay! Miss Jingshu, please! "
After Zhang Feng made a gesture of invitation, Jingshu's maid brought up a guzheng, an incense burner, a stool, and a table.
Jingshu sat opposite Zhang Feng and bowed slightly as a salute.
At this time, after knowing that the first beauty of Chang 'an, Jingshu, had come to the gate of the Academy like crazy. Even if they tiptoed, they were still watching.
Even the patrolling soldiers stopped to watch from time to time.
"Ding —!"
Jingshu's jade-like hand gently plucked the strings of the guzheng. Then she closed her eyes.
Zhang Feng took a deep breath and signaled Cheng Chumo to "borrow" a folding fan from a Confucian scholar not far away. He opened it with a "pa" sound and then walked slowly with one hand behind his back.
Although Zhang Feng did not know anything, he thought that this thing was similar to the poetry recitation in school, which was accompanied by music.
"The Han Dynasty will decline and become a barbarian. War will be frequent. Mourning for my parents who gave birth to me. Seeing the chaos of separation at this time, the screen window and the mirror will not be affected. They will say that the bead curtain can cover them. Once the invaders entered China, they met the barbarians everywhere. Suddenly, the life of a general is poor, but the beauty follows the invaders … "
As Zhang Feng's Yin and Yang voice sounded.
Everyone on the streets of Chang 'an fell into a dead silence.
Even Li Shimin, Li Yuan, and the others, who were watching from the top of the city gate tower, could not help but slowly fall into that kind of mood after hearing the tune and the guzheng music.
What is this?
This was the complete version of Huga's Eighteen Beats, the complete version of Huga's Eighteen Beats created by Cai Wenji!
As the 18 songs were slowly played, everyone finally thought of a fact. Zhang Feng might really be the person who solved the 18 beats of Huga.
Otherwise, why would Jingshu come here?
Would he be willing to lower himself to support Zhang Feng?
Who is he!?
At this time, all the students and Confucians felt a chill in their hearts. Who didn't like beauties?
Moreover, she was a talented girl like Jingshu, who was famous for her talent in Chang 'an. Previously, when they heard that the Zheng Song had been solved, everyone mistook it as a rumor.
But now?
It was just one song.
The scene was still deathly silent.
Xiucai looked at the time and cupped his hands, "Jingshu's zither song really brought out the essence of Cai Wenji! This song was extremely good! This way, please! "
At this time, Sun Yushan took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and left.
Although there were still many doubts, no one could find the 18 beats of Huga's Eighteen Beats in a second place. Otherwise, why would those great Confucians be so useless?
After Sun Yushan left, the ceremony went smoothly.
No one came to cause trouble.
Everyone knew about the incident. Now that they saw the real person, who would dare to cause trouble?
Moreover, the stubborn people in Chang 'an City knew each other. Although some of them hid their identities, they still remembered Cheng Chumo and the others.
Dammit, if they could squat behind that person and pretend to be his grandson, how could that person be simple?
But what kind of background did he have to be able to make so many people circle around him like this?
No one knew.
Zhang Feng's identity could not help but become mysterious.
At this time, when the plaque covered by the red cloth was uncovered, the great Confucians became even more uneasy.
They saw that the plaque was written by Yu Shinan and the other great Confucians. How could it be fake?
What did that mean?
If this was all fake, then he would have been locked up by the bailiffs who were waiting outside. How could he still strut around here?
Since there was an inscription by Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang, and the others, it meant that Zhang Feng's identity was recognized.
If there was an inscription by four great Confucians, and there was a great Confucian following him, he was already a great Confucian.
This was the elaborate etiquette of a Confucian scholar. You either had to have a masterpiece or something amazing. You had to find at least three great Confucian scholars to vouch for you. Although the four great Confucian scholars didn't come, their personal inscriptions were all here. What did that mean?
After paying respects to Confucius and Meng Qi and other things were done, Zhang Feng finally began to read the rules of admission.
"Fellow Confucians, students, and people of Chang 'an City, today, I, Zhang Feng, am able to open an academy in Chang' an City because of your help."
"But this country has its laws, and every family has its rules. This academy will naturally have its own rules!"
"Now, I will talk about the specific rules of the Chang 'an Academy."
"First, our academy will set up a military Confucian religion and basic teaching rules such as mathematics. We will not force you to memorize. Of course, you must learn the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. This is the criteria for entering the academy. Second, our academy will only recruit monsters. If you are arrogant, we will not recruit those who are treacherous or have ulterior motives. As long as you want to learn, even if you are a stubborn rock, I, Zhang Feng, have the ability to teach you!"
After speaking for nearly four hours, Zhang Feng finally finalized this matter.
The number of people temporarily was only five, including Li Qian. If there were more, he would not be able to handle it.
Why?
He just had to wait for these five free laborers to be trained this year. Next year, he could really be a hands-off shopkeeper.
Let him teach them one by one?
Then go f * ck yourself!
If Li Qian and the others wanted to graduate, it was fine. At least, each of them had to train 50 people who were not too far behind them to take over.
Otherwise, once they left, what would happen to the academy?
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