"Lord Chancellor, shouldn't we go and do something about it?" Fang Ling, the imperial academician, frowned as he looked at the Directorate students who were crazily rushing outside.
"What should we do?" Kong Yingda glared at him. "Isn't this a good result? If we make Mo Jiazi back off, we won't embarrass His Majesty. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
Professor Fang slapped his thigh and said in realization, "Yes! By then, even if Mo Jiazi stays in the Imperial College, he won't be able to do anything. "
Kong Yingda smiled. At the same time, he was full of admiration for His Majesty. The moment Mo Jiazi arrived, the entire Imperial College was in an uproar. Weren't they thinking about the catfish effect?
However, they still had to compete to see who the catfish was.
At the entrance of the Imperial College.
Kong Huisuo took the lead and stood at the front. Behind him, more and more students from the Imperial College gathered. Outside the Imperial College, Meton stood alone.
One person against a group. The entire situation froze.
"Mo Jiazi!" Kong Huisuo stared at Meton with anticipation in his eyes.
He was a descendant of Confucius and represented the Confucian school, while Modun was a disciple of the Mohist school. A thousand years ago, the Confucian school of Mohism was a prominent school of learning. However, after Dong Zhongshu, the Confucian school of learning became the school of emperors, while the Mohist school of learning gradually declined.
Until today, when Mo Jiazi's younger brother and the Confucian school of thought confronted each other again. They both represented the greatest pride in their hearts and couldn't afford to lose.
"Meton, Mo Jiazi's younger brother, greets the seniors!" Meton bowed respectfully.
"Mo Jiazi, the Imperial College is the holy land of Confucianism. If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave quickly," Wang Ling shouted.
"Yes, leave quickly!"
"You're not welcome here!"
"What are you, Mo Jiazi's younger brother, doing here!"
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Under Wang Ling's instigation, the Imperial College students were all agitated and clamored for Mo Jiazi to leave.
"The Scholarly Holy Land!" Meton smirked. "As far as I know, the holy land of Confucianism is Qufu in Shandong Province. When did the Imperial College become the holy land of Confucianism?"
The Imperial College has always been an important place for the Empire to select talents. The professors here are all great scholars. Our Imperial College's Chancellor, Kong Yingda, is a descendant of Kong Sheng. Of course this place can be considered a sacred place for scholars. "Wang Ling retorted.
"In that case, anyone who isn't a descendant of the Confucian school can't enter the academy!"
"Of course!"
Meton pointed at Qin Huaiyu and the other two who were gambling and said, "They are also disciples of the Confucian school!"
"Ugh! Qin Huaiyu and the other two were dumbfounded. They were just watching from the side and didn't expect that the fire at the city gate would affect the fish in the moat. No, the fire at the prison gate would affect the fish in the moat.
Wang Ling was also dumbfounded. The three of them probably couldn't even recite the complete Analects of Confucius. Of course, they weren't disciples of the Confucian school. Strictly speaking, they were military scholars.
Since the children of the School of the Military could enter the Imperial College, they had no reason to stop the children of the School of Mohism from entering the Imperial College. Moreover, Modun was a child of the Noble Plane, and his roots were Miao Hong. He was qualified to enter the Imperial College.
The Imperial College was an organization for the Empire to select talents. It wasn't a place where the Confucian school had the final say.
"If that's the case, then I'll see what you, Mo Jiazi, have to make His Majesty think highly of you!" Wang Ling said the truth. These people came out to make things difficult for him. On one hand, it was for the sake of the Imperial College. More importantly, it was because they were jealous of how highly the Emperor thought of Meton.
It was the dream of thousands of scholars to sell their knowledge to the Emperor. But how could they sell their knowledge to the Emperor? Of course, they had to let the Emperor know about them. Now, the opportunity had come. If he could beat Mo Jiazi, who was personally chosen by the Emperor, he would be ranked high in the Emperor's heart. If he left an impression, he would be able to rise quickly in the future.
"Mo Jiazi, if you want to enter the Imperial College, then we'll have to see if you have the ability to do so! Then let me, Wang Ling, represent the Imperial College and ask for advice from the School of Mo. " Wang Ling was the first to step forward. These people were all invited by him. It would be unreasonable if he didn't step forward.
"Wang Ling! What a familiar surname! "Morton said with a faint smile.
"He's Imperial Censor Wang's son!" Qin Huaiyu added fuel to the fire. Said.
"Oh!" Meton was enlightened.
Wang Ling gritted his teeth. The Wang Family's Fish Shop was his family's business. Meton snatched the Chang 'an City market and forced the Wang Family's Fish Shop into a dead end. He even broke Manager Wang's arm. Of course, Wang Ling was dissatisfied with Meton. This time, he was the one who took the lead in ganging up against Meton.
"Okay, I accept!" Meton said calmly.
Meton knew that this day would come sooner or later. After all, as a chess piece, he had to have the awareness of being a chess piece. He was thrown out by the Emperor to test the catfish effect. If he didn't cause a stir, how could he let it go?
"As a student of the Imperial College, reciting poems is a must. In the first round, we'll compete in poetry!" Wang Ling said proudly.
"How shameless!" Qin Huaiyu despised in his heart.
Wang Ling had always been known as the Imperial College's Little Poetry Sage. Although he boasted a little more, it was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort in poetry.
"Ah!" Meton looked at Wang Ling in surprise. He thought to himself, Is he a spy? After all, I'm a transmigrator with the Three Hundred Tang Poems.
However, Meton's surprise was seen by Wang Ling as a guilty conscience. Although reciting poems was a necessary skill for every student, it was often a test of one's knowledge. Otherwise, there were only a few poets who weren't famous.
Wang Ling was secretly pleased. You're just a little Mo Jiazi. You're only fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if you started studying at the age of seven, how much knowledge can you have?
"This time, we'll do a frontier poem!" Wang Ling took the initiative.
In order to defeat Mo Jiazi head-on, Wang Ling had already prepared a lot of good poems in advance. Even if he didn't write a frontier poem, he still had other choices.
Meton looked at Wang Ling as if he was an idiot. "Frontier poem. I've been memorizing ancient poems since I was young. I can even recite a frontier poem backwards."
"Alright, then we'll do a frontier poem!" Meton nodded in agreement.
"Sigh! We've been tricked! "Qin Huaiyu said regretfully. How could they not see that Wang Ling was prepared?"
"This is obvious. Ever since Mo Jiazi decided to enter the Imperial College, this situation was already set in stone," Cheng Chumo said in a deep voice.
"Doesn't that mean we're going to lose for sure?" Qin Huaiyu said gloomily.
"That's hard to say. Have you ever seen someone bet on their own loss?" Cheng Chumo toyed with the five golden leaves in his hand.
"That's right!" Qin Huaiyu finally calmed down. They all thought that Mo Jiazi was really rich. They had only managed to scrape together five hundred taels of silver, but Mo Jiazi casually took out five hundred taels of silver.
"Ah! If Mo Jiazi wins, then we'll have to pay him five thousand taels of silver! "Yuchi Baolin exclaimed.
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