The bell rang! The Imperial Academy Annual Examination had ended.
Many students immediately let out a sigh of relief and nervously handed in the examination papers in their hands. Although the questions seemed ordinary, it was extremely difficult to write a classic.
Of course, there were also many students who were full of confidence and felt good about themselves. They could not help but show a proud expression. As soon as Meton walked out of the third classroom, he saw a group of people surrounding Wei Sian and flattering each other.
"In my opinion, in Brother Wei's poem, the kindness of a teacher is as great as the mountains and as deep as the sea. You will definitely get first place! "A student looked at Wei Sian's rewritten poem and praised him with a face full of admiration.
Wei Sian revealed a proud expression and said, "Teacher's kindness is unforgettable! As for the ranking, it is not important to me. I can only do my best and write my gratitude to my teacher so that I will not disappoint the teacher's many years of teaching. "
"Brother Wei is really talented and virtuous. You should be a role model for us students." Everyone praised.
"Brother Mo! Brother Mo has always been an expert in poetry. I wonder if you can let us take a look at your masterpiece. " Wei Sian was being praised by everyone when he suddenly saw Meton passing by. His eyes could not help but light up as he said frivolously.
In his opinion, Meton was Mo Jiazi's younger brother and the Imperial Academy Professor was a Confucian teacher. What kind of poem could Meton write to express his gratitude to his teacher?
If Meton wrote it well, he was afraid that he would be suspected of flattery.
Before Meton could speak, Qin Huaiyu suddenly snorted and said, "I don't know who gave you the courage to compete with Meton in poetry."
He now had absolute confidence in Meton. In terms of poetry, Meton had never lost. In his opinion, even if this poem was difficult to write, it would be a piece of cake for Meton.
"Brother Wei is a talent of our Imperial Academy. He is not worse than Mo Jiazi." One of Wei Sian's followers said proudly.
"Why don't we make a bet? Let's see whose poem rank is higher between yours and Meton's. I bet 1000 taels that Meton will win." Cheng Chumo suddenly said excitedly.
When Meton had just entered the Imperial College, he had used Meton to make a lot of money. That was how he had obtained 30% of the shares of the Mo Family's gourmet city. Since then, he had been rich and overbearing.
They would be taking the Imperial College's end-of-year examination personally. Moreover, they were not short of money. Naturally, they did not want to take the risk of being punished by setting up a gambling house.
But seeing that Wei Sian had taken the initiative to provoke him, Cheng Chumo could not help but want to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
"I'll bet two thousand taels as well!" Yuchi Bao Lin was a man of few words. He immediately bet the year-end bonus that Meton had given him.
"I also bet two thousand taels!" Qin Huaiyu clenched his teeth and said.
"Five thousand taels!" The surrounding students gasped in shock.
Everyone knew that the three of them had made a fortune following Meton, but they did not expect them to be so rich.
Wei Sian's heart immediately shrank. Even if he was the legitimate son of the Southern City's Wei Family, he could not afford to bet 5000 taels at once.
"If you don't have the money, you can write a written pledge. If you can't pay, the Southern City's Wei Family will pay when the time comes." Cheng Chumo laughed.
"Openly gambling in the Imperial College. The three of you still haven't changed." Wei Sian snorted coldly. He was not fooled at all.
Although he was confident in his poem, he did not have any confidence in facing Mo Jiazi, who was famous in Chang 'an. Even if the subject matter was limited, he did not have the slightest confidence.
If he lost and could not pay in the end, he would not be able to bear the consequences if the matter was brought to his family.
Seeing Wei Sian's group leave dejectedly, Qin Huaiyu said fiercely, "You still dare to compete with Meton in poetry. You are simply courting death. Don't you think so? Brother Mo! "
"What do you think?"
Meton looked at him in annoyance. He had not said a word and had been dealt with cleanly by the three of them.
"This time, what you wrote was a teacher's favor. It is not suitable to gamble. Don't mention this gambling matter again." Meton reminded them.
The three of them suddenly understood and secretly felt lucky.
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The Imperial College Professor calmly returned to his cell. As soon as he sat down in his seat, he could not wait to start flipping through the exam papers.
"Mo Jiazi is in the first batch to hand in his paper. That is the last ten papers." The Imperial College Professor immediately flipped to the last ten papers.
Since the beginning of the exam, the Imperial College Professor had been paying close attention to Meton. From when Meton started writing to when Meton paused a few times and then started writing again, he had seen everything clearly.
"If I'm not wrong, it should be three poems!" The Imperial College Professor thought to himself.
He took out the papers and took a look. Indeed, it was Mo Jiazi's unique handwriting. Moreover, there were three copies.
It was indeed three poems! The Imperial College Professor was secretly excited. He could not wait to continue reading.
"Xin Zhu is higher than Old Zhu, all because of Old Gan's support." The Imperial College Professor carefully read the first poem and could not help but nod his head in satisfaction. Xin Zhu's Old Gan's comparison of teacher and student was indeed appropriate. It also showed that Xin Zhu could only rise with Old Gan's support.
"It has the artistic conception of the student surpassing the master." Suddenly, a praise came from behind the Imperial College Professor.
The Imperial College Professor, who was immersed in the poem, was shocked. He quickly turned around and saw that there were many people standing behind him.
"Imperial College Professor, you are a little unkind. Since Mo Jiazi's poem has been written, you actually want to enjoy it alone." The Imperial College Professor Ma Jiayun laughed.
The Imperial College Professor immediately shook his head and laughed. In the entire Imperial College, he was not the only one who loved poems. Meton's poem talent was recognized by the world. How could the others not hold back?
The Imperial College Professor was helpless. He could only unfold Meton's poem for everyone to read.
"Plum blossom, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum. Bamboo is one of the Four Gentlemen. Using Xin Zhu's Old Gan to describe a teacher and student is indeed quite appropriate." The Imperial College Professor Ma Jiayun praised. Bamboo represented uprightness, purity, and iron bones. The ancients liked to use bamboo to describe themselves when they wrote poems.
Meton's poem immediately made everyone extremely satisfied.
"It is indeed a rare and excellent work." The Imperial College Professor Shen Hongcai nodded his head and said.
The Imperial College Professor Liu Yinian's expression was not good. He could not stand Meton gaining the upper hand. He could not help but coldly snort and say, "In my opinion, although Mo Jiazi's poem is not bad, it is not at Mo Jiazi's level. Don't tell me he hid it when he wrote about his teacher's kindness!"
The moment the Imperial College Professor Liu Yinian said this, the entire place immediately fell silent.
Although Liu Yinian was suspected of picking bones in an egg, he poured out the truth. Although this poem was excellent, compared to Meton's three frontier poems, it was still a level lower.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Liu Yinian could not help but reveal a proud smile. He continued to sow discord and said, "A person who can say that a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be superior to a disciple, how much gratitude can he have towards a teacher?"
Everyone's expression suddenly turned ugly.
"Don't say anything unexpected. Isn't there another poem?" Shen Hongcai coldly looked at Liu Yinian and reminded him.
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