Shangyin Academy was a beautiful place, but many people did not know that the Academy that had lasted for thousands of years was actually a private school. The rulers who had controlled the Shangyin Academy for generations, whether they were wise or foolish rulers, had never tried to interfere with the Shangyin Academy. Perhaps they had made some small moves, but in the end, they were all unsuccessful. Shangyin Academy had always been outside of the imperial court. It was known as the Academy that as long as there was a floor, a book, and a person, there would be an endless stream of literature in the Central Plains. Even the Liyang Dynasty, the only one who had unified the Central Plains after the Great Qin Dynasty, treated the Shangyin Academy with respect. Although it was just a formality, it did not hinder the support of the Imperial College and the Yao Family School behind the scenes to compete with the Shangyin Academy, hoping to create a tripartite scholarly landscape. However, on the surface, they still gave the Shangyin Academy a lot of special favors. For example, the Prince Zhao Kai, who had unfortunately died suddenly, had once been an apprentice in the Academy. The Grand Chancellor of the Academy was also half an Imperial Preceptor. Now, even if the imperial court had opened the imperial examination to select scholars, and the Imperial College had diverted many scholars away from the Shangyin Academy, Shangyin Academy still deserved to be the leader of the literary world.
In the past two years, there was a new female chancellor in the academy who lectured on music. The students all liked to respectfully address her as Mr. Fish and flocked to her like a flock of ducks. There were as many as a few hundred chancellors in the academy, but half of them were working behind closed doors and delving into private studies. Only about one hundred and sixty of them were worthy of the title Mr. Jishang. Opening up a forum to give lectures, each specialized in a particular field. During this period of time, there were many Mr. Jishang lectures that were completely deserted. They were secretly ridiculed by the students of Jishang for being no more than two or three cats and dogs, playing the lute to a cow. She was good at music, and she taught in simple terms. She was not a two-legged bookshelf fishing for fame. It was rumored that her father was a pillar of the Shangyin Academy, and her mother was a female sword attendant who was highly praised by the late Emperor of West Chu. After the destruction of West Chu, it was reasonable for a woman with a desolate background to seek shelter in the Academy. In addition, she was so beautiful and talented. Naturally, people admired her knowledge, adored her appearance, and pitied her family background. In the past two years, many students had been thinking about her day and night and were intoxicated with her.
A gentle and graceful snowfall came unexpectedly. The snowflakes were not big, and they were timid and gentle. Compared to the majestic snow in early winter, it was much more pleasant. Today, Teacher Yu said that she wanted to admire the snow, so classes were suspended for the day. This greatly disappointed the students who had come because of her reputation. The Academy was built along the mountain, and there were three independent lakes that were not connected to each other. The Lotus Lake adjacent to Teacher Xu Weixiong's small building had always been a forbidden area. After the building was empty, no one cared about it. Many small boats were tied to the shore of the Fearless Lake for the scholars to paddle across the lake. On the small boats, there was a stove for cooking wine and admiring the snow. It was a delightful thing, but with so many small boats, it was like the end of a chessboard. There were many chess pieces densely packed, and the beautiful thing was not as wonderful as expected. The other small and exquisite Buddha's Palm Lake was cold and cheerless. This was because the lake was privately owned. Even the rich students had the money to buy a pig's head, but they did not have the ability to enter the temple to burn incense. They could only look at the lake from afar and sigh. Within a hundred feet of the shore of the Buddha's Palm Lake, unrelated people were not allowed to enter. At this moment, in the lakeside pavilion sat a beautiful woman holding a white cat. Her appearance was charming and enchanting, but her temperament was cold and distant, which made people want to conquer her even more. The woman was wrapped in a white fox fur coat that was worth thousands of gold pieces. The slightly bloated white cat was lazily nestled in the fox fur coat on her chest, yawning. It was very lovable.
Inside and outside the pavilion, there were seven or eight young children playing around. They were all children of the Ji Shang teachers who had settled down and taught in the Academy for many years. The owner of the Buddha's Palm Lake was lenient towards these naive children and never refused them to play by the lake. There were many speculations about this mysterious owner of the Buddha's Palm Lake. Some said that it was bought by the Southern Tang Imperial Family with a large sum of money, some said that it was the ancestral property of the Grand Preceptor of West Chu, Sun Xiji, and some even said that it was the private property of the descendants of the Great Qin Dynasty. There were many different opinions. As for why the Buddha's Palm Lake was named so strangely, there were also many interesting theories. The woman in the white fox fur coat who was holding the cat looked cold and suddenly smiled sweetly. She saw a little girl with goat horns who seemed to have been hit in the face by a boy who had a strong hand during a snowball fight. In a fit of anger, she rushed forward and kicked the boy who was laughing complacently. The boy, who had grown up with her childhood sweetheart, was directly thrown to the ground. The girl with goat horns was still angry. Seeing him struggling to get up, she slapped him to the ground again. The boy was stunned for a moment, then sat on the ground and cried loudly. The girl stood with her hands on her hips and looked around aggressively. She had the aura of a heroine who was invincible and lonely.
The woman in the pavilion looked blurred and smiled softly. "So lonely."
Outside the pavilion, there was a comfortable voice that could naturally make women feel warm and comfortable. "Mr. Fish can also feel lonely?"
The woman rubbed the white cat's head and frowned. When she turned her head, her smile had already disappeared. She saw a handsome face that was not unfamiliar to her. Qi Shence was a young man whose name was given by his father. He was from the old West Chu. His grandfather, Qi Duhai, was the favorite student of the National Preceptor of West Chu, Sun Xiji. Qi Shence's father almost wiped out Yuan Zuozong's entire army in the battle of the Princess' Tomb. Unfortunately, that battle was suspected to be an unfair victory. In the whole chess game, he still dragged down the general trend of West Chu. Later, in the battle of the West Wall, this general died in battle. When his horse died, he dismounted from his horse and fought with it. He was stabbed dozens of times by Beiliang. In the Shangyin Academy, the orphans of West Chu were always superior. Qi Shence had such a prominent and tragic family background, and he lived up to his family's teachings. When he was young, he was praised by Sun Xiji as a child prodigy. Everyone in the Shangyin Academy knew that he was determined to win Mr. Fish, who was also from West Chu. Most people were happy to see it happen.
The woman in the fox fur coat smiled politely and did not say anything. Qi Shence smiled and walked into the pavilion. He did not sit down but leaned against the pavilion pillar with a smile. He did not look at indecent things. He did not stop at the woman but looked up at the lake. In the eyes of ordinary girls, he was very unrestrained.
There was an ancient tablet erected beside the Buddha's Palm Lake. It was the Xiaozhuan of the Great Qin Dynasty. A white-haired young man who had sneaked into the Shangyin Academy squatted in front of the tablet. He reached out to wipe away the snow, revealing ten mottled words: Buddha's Palm, the five fingers are the five sacred mountains.
Most of the children were lively and lively. They could not stay still and immediately noticed this stranger. The heroine with the goat horn who had kicked and punched the boy ran over, followed by a few playmates who were waving flags and cheering for her. The white-haired young man in white just happened to stand up and stretch. They looked at each other and stared at each other. The little girl looked vigilant and asked fiercely, "Who are you? What right do you have to come to the Buddha's Palm Lake?!"
At the pavilion, Qi Shence also saw this scene and shook his head helplessly. He felt that the slender stranger was really a rascal. He did not know what he said, but the little girl in front of him was so angry that she punched and kicked him. The man bent down and reached out to touch the head of the goat horn girl.
Such a childish young man, even if his hair turned white, what could he do?
In the end, the bastard's loud shouts made the cultured and elegant Qi Shence so angry that smoke almost came out of his seven orifices.
"Yu Youwei, how did our child grow so big in the blink of an eye? This child asked me who I was and I said that I was her father. Then she hit me. How did you teach your child?! "
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