"Since ancient times, a scholar must have a teacher. A teacher teaches and dispels doubts …"
Li Shimin frowned slightly. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with this teacher's essay. How could it offend the four professors?
Moreover, it was catchy and penetrating. It was obvious that this was a good article. Even Chu Suiliang, who was at the side, was reading it with great interest. He was like a person who had been thirsty for a long time and was suddenly refreshed.
"Good essay!" Chu Suiliang praised.
The two of them looked at each other and eagerly continued reading.
"Doctor Mo, musician, and craftsman are not ashamed of being a physiognomist. As for the scholar-officials …" When the two of them read this, they suddenly understood.
In their opinion, the witch doctor, craftsman, and craftsman were obviously Meton's self-description. The scholar-officials were obviously referring to the professors. No wonder the professors were so angry.
The two of them continued reading.
In the end, when they read that the disciple did not have to be inferior to the teacher and the teacher did not have to be superior to the disciple, they immediately understood why the professors fainted from anger.
Li Shimin took a deep breath and remained silent.
Chu Suiliang sucked in a breath of cold air, his heart unable to calm down for a long time. Morton's essay was not without its brilliance, it could even be said that every word was a gem. It was rare to find a good essay at any time.
Chu Suiliang sighed inwardly. The professors loved to flaunt their seniority. Unfortunately, they had kicked an iron plate this time. This was because they had met the most talented student they had ever taught.
The first student in history to master a hundred schools of thought. A student whose skills surpassed the Imperial College and whose name shook Chang 'an City. A student whose knowledge surpassed the teacher and who was in charge of a school of thought. More importantly, this student was very good at writing essays.
This was because the four professors had chosen the wrong opponent and the wrong method.
Although the professors had fainted from anger, Mo Jiazi was not at fault at all in this essay.
Li Shimin and Chu Suiliang looked at each other and sighed. This was an unjust case. They did not know whether it was the Imperial College's fortune or the Imperial College's misfortune to have met a student like Mo Jiazi.
Outside the palace, the situation was even more turbulent.
Once the famous poem "Teachings of a Teacher" was spread out of the Imperial College, it immediately spread throughout Chang 'an City in the fastest way.
Everyone who read it cried out in joy. Up until now, Meton was good at poetry, but he had only written one essay, and that was' On the Horse '.
No one would have thought that Shi Shuo, who was of the same origin as Ma Shuo, would be even more amazing. No matter which one of these two articles, in the hands of the same person, it would make that person successful and famous. No one would have thought that it would be written by a fifteen-year-old youth.
"The disciple doesn't have to be inferior to the master, and the master doesn't have to be superior to the disciple. Meton is really not as good as him in terms of essays and poems. "In Chang 'an City, many people shook their heads and said while reading.
"The way I see it, these four doctorates are just asking for humiliation. Mo Jiazi made a name for himself in the Imperial College through his poetry. Writing essays is Mo Jiazi's forte."
"As for the professors of the four schools, they actually used their weaknesses to attack their strengths. Today's humiliation can be said to be brought upon by their own actions."
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For a moment, the conflict between Meton and the professors of the four schools, as well as this' Teachings of a Teacher ', instantly pushed the Imperial College's year-end examination to the forefront of the discussion.
However, this was not the end. Many people suddenly realized that Meton's two essays were both in ancient Chinese, and both of them were very interesting.
In the Tang dynasty, when parallel prose was popular, many knowledgeable people had already realized that although parallel prose was neat, had beautiful words, and quoted from classics, the words were empty and meaningless. It was not as practical as the ancients.
For a long time, in the literary world of Chang 'an City, the competition between parallel prose and ancient Chinese had been brewing for a long time. However, for a long time, parallel prose had the absolute upper hand, and ancient Chinese was the weaker one.
However, Meton's two ancient Chinese essays were very interesting. Both of them were the best in ancient Chinese, and it could be said that they had ignited the debate in advance.
In the Imperial College.
Kong Yingda looked around and said slowly, "Today, the professors of the four schools are unwell. We will jointly mark the papers for the four schools."
Everyone looked at each other. They all knew that the professors of the four schools were not unwell, but were too ashamed to meet them. Moreover, the next person to be marked today would probably be the 'Teachings of a Teacher' in front of them.
Liu Yinian could not wait to stand up and said, "Look, although Meton's essay is not bad, it is not in parallel prose, and there are no allusions between the words. At most, it will be in the top three."
The top three that Liu Yinian spoke of was the third place in the future. In the Imperial College, the best three would be ranked first, second, and even more third. For Moton's essay to be ranked in the top three, it was hard to say how many places it would have been in the future.
"Top three?" Shen Hongcai sneered. He looked at Liu Yinian and said sarcastically, "You wrote such a top three essay!"
Liu Yinian's face suddenly froze. In terms of literary talent, Meton's essay would be ranked first even if it was ranked first, let alone top three.
The reason for his evaluation was that Meton's essay was written in ancient Chinese and did not use parallel prose.
"Let's not talk about the fact that Mo Jiazi's style is wrong. Let's talk about how he made the professors of the four schools faint on the ground. If we give him high marks, how can we, the professors of the Imperial College, have any face left?" Liu Yinian said sternly.
Shen Hongcai sneered and said, "Meton and the professors of the four schools did not have any physical conflict at all. Moreover, Meton's essay is right here. Tell me, which one of the words in the essay is mocking the professors of the four schools, attacking them, insulting them, or not respecting their teachers?
The mathematics professor immediately choked. From the perspective of the essay alone, Meton's essay was indeed a gem. It urged people to seek knowledge and was thought-provoking. Anyone who saw it would think that it was a supreme principle.
As for the four professors fainting on the ground due to anger, it was just a coincidence. How could this kind of thing be put on the table?!
Seeing that the argument between the two was getting more and more intense, the Imperial College's Chancellor, Kong Yingda, waved his hand and said, "Stop arguing."
Only then did the two of them look at each other with hatred and stop arguing.
"Imperial College Professor, what do you think?" Kong Yingda focused his gaze on the Imperial College Professor at the side.
The Imperial College Professor frowned and said, "In Old Man's opinion, although Mo Jiazi has literary talent, he is arrogant because of his talent. He does not have much respect for us teachers. This trend cannot be allowed to continue and should be severely punished. If we give him an A, I'm afraid it will encourage this trend."
The Imperial College Professor, Ma Jiayun, immediately retorted, "When we conduct the year-end examination, the most important thing is to be fair. Normal students who violate the rules will naturally be punished according to the rules of the Imperial College. In the examination room, the only way to judge the score is by the student's essay.
"Old Man wants to ask everyone here. Putting everything aside, if this essay was not written by Mo Jiazi, not by Mo Jiazi, but by a normal student of the Imperial College, how would we judge it?"
Everyone immediately fell silent. Indeed, if it was someone else who could write such a wonderful essay, everyone would be wild with joy and honor.
"What about the Law Professor?" Kong Yingda turned to the new Law Professor at the side.
Hearing this, the Law Professor frowned slightly and said, "In my opinion, although Mo Jiazi is arrogant because of his talent, he did not violate any of the laws of the Tang dynasty or the rules of the Imperial College."
Kong Yingda nodded slightly. At the same time, he secretly thought about it. Just now, in the debate between the fountain pen and the writing brush, he had decided to lean towards the writing brush.
Although it seemed to be a valid reason, it would inevitably lead to gossip. At this moment, if he were to lean towards the Imperial College again, he was afraid that he would not be able to convince everyone.
However, at this moment, the various schools of thought in the Tang dynasty were in the ascendant. If the Imperial College deliberately targeted the School of Mo, it would lead to gossip.
Moreover, it was just a score. To Meton, it did not matter at all. On the other hand, if the Imperial College went too far, as this essay spread, the Imperial College would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.
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