"Tomorrow's contest is very important. No matter what, I plan to go to the palace to have a look." Li Xuan's expression was firm. As a member of the Li Royal Family, he naturally valued this contest more than ordinary people.
After saying that, he turned back to look at Li Yi and said, "Aren't you quite good at writing poems? Can you beat that 'Millennium Poetry Genius' … That nickname sounds scary, but I don't know if he's really that good."
"Of course."
Li Yi said casually. Then he turned to a tailor and said, "Just follow that painting. Don't change anything."
So what if he was the best poet in a thousand years? Fame was not something to brag about. Moreover, the development of poetry in this world had long been led into the gutter by someone. If the former Tang Dynasty followed the established historical development, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Bai Juyi … Any one of these people would be added with the word "ten thousand years" in front of their titles.
King Zhong, the Poetry Demon, was said to be good at fusing words and galloping at the imagination. That was why he was called the Poetry Demon. Fortunately, Li He's coffin was suppressed. Otherwise, the real Poetry Demon would jump out and beat people up.
They were the true gods of poetry. In terms of poetry, they belonged to another plane of existence compared to this world. Standing on the shoulders of so many great people, how could they not be able to kill a scholar from the Qi Kingdom?
If he lost, the coffins of those great writers would really be broken.
"That's true …" Li Xuan shook his head. Although he did not know much about poetry, he knew that Li Yi was very famous in Qing 'an Prefecture. However, even King Zhong, the Poetry Demon, admitted that he was not as good as that young man from the Qi Kingdom. Li Yi definitely could not do it. He had indeed asked a superfluous question.
"Lord Jue, do you think this will work?"
The two tailors wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked carefully at this strange Lord Jue.
They had never seen such a huge doll before. Not only did it have a strange shape, it also had a lot of requests. Furthermore, when they were working, this Lord Jue was watching them and reminding them ten times every two hours. No tailor could stand it!
"Okay, okay, it's not bad …" Li Yi waved his hand and said, "Go to Butler Li to receive your reward."
The two tailors felt as if they had been pardoned and their faces were filled with joy. This Lord was not good at all, but his temperament of rewarding without a word was very popular. The two tailors thanked him for a while and immediately went to find Butler Li.
Li Xuan looked at the two strange things in front of him. He didn't know what was so special about the things that Li Yi had been busy with for the past few days.
"Son-in-law, the people from the Imperial College have come again …" Fang leaned against the door and said, "They brought gifts this time, and they are quite heavy. I asked the gatekeeper to send a few cups of tea over, and they are still waiting outside."
Li Xuan asked in confusion, "Why are the people from the Imperial College looking for you?"
"Go out and have a look." The people from the Imperial College had visited the Viscount's mansion more than three times, and the gifts were heavier each time. They also let the people stand outside the door and bask in the sun. It was really unreasonable. At the very least, they should see each other before basking in the sun.
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"Zheng Daren, do we really have to wait like this?" Outside the Viscount's mansion, a Doctor of Mathematics looked at the Chancellor and asked with a bitter face.
The rest of the people also looked at him. This was not a slow treatment. They had been visiting for several days, and they had given countless gifts. But today, they could only drink a cup of tea. They didn't even get to enter the door. No one would feel good in their heart.
"Wait!"
The Chancellor gritted his teeth. Today, Prince Jin's performance in the court finally made him clearly aware of the difference between the Imperial College and Li Xianzi. Now that His Majesty has realized the importance of the new mathematics, it was okay for the Imperial College to make a mistake once or twice, but if they were to be slapped in the face by Prince Jin a few more times, they would lose face. If the Imperial College was abolished, the Chancellor would definitely surpass his predecessors and leave his name in history …
Just when everyone was waiting anxiously, a few figures finally appeared at the entrance of the Viscount's mansion.
"My apologies for the long wait. His Majesty's confinement period hasn't ended yet, so he can't leave the residence. If you have anything to say, please come in and talk." Li Yi stood at the door and said to the people from the Directorate.
Li Yi was very clear about how many times these people from the Imperial College had snitched on him. Naturally, he would not treat them as distinguished guests, so he spoke in an indifferent tone.
The Chancellor was not surprised by Li Yi's attitude at all. He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Under His Majesty's order, I brought the Doctor of Mathematics from the Imperial College to learn the new mathematics from Li Xianzi …"
"For the sake of … ahem, since it is His Majesty's order, you can listen to it in the Bowen Hall from now on." Li Yi thought for a moment and said.
How free was he to waste time teaching these people? Mathematics was a road of no return. There was only a starting point and no end. When the time came, he could just throw some unreasonable equations and mingle with calculus, and it would be enough for them to study until they retired.
"Thank you, Li Xianzi!"
So be it. At least he would feel more at ease. The Chancellor of Kingdom didn't think that County Magistrate Li would put aside his prejudice against them and teach them seriously. He didn't stay any longer. After expressing his gratitude, he left with the Directorate of Kingdom.
Li Yi had already heard about Prince Jin Li Han's matter. This kid didn't let me worry about him during the holidays. He made so many things. It must be because he left too little homework. It seemed that it was time to write another booklet …
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Early in the morning, the sky had just brightened. Li Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the two eunuchs standing in the yard. He turned around and walked into the house.
"Oh … the confinement period is not over yet. I'm going back to sleep for a while. Don't wake me up if there's nothing important, and don't wake me up if there's something …"
Anyone who was woken up before dawn would not be in a good mood. Li Yi yawned a few times and crossed the threshold.
"His Majesty knew that you would be lazy, so he specially sent this old man here …" A gloomy voice came from behind. Chang De grabbed his collar and pulled him back. He said: "Li Xianzi, you'd better come with this old man …"
He nodded slightly to Ruyi, who was standing on the side, and then dragged Li Yi out of the door.
It turned out to be Chang De, this old guy. This old guy was quite strong. It seemed that he couldn't sleep in today. When he was dragged away by the old guy, he told Ruyi to remember to leave some food for him in the morning. The next moment, he was pushed into the carriage.
"Wait a minute." Seeing the old guy turned over and got on the horse as if he was going to leave immediately, Li Yi quickly said.
Chang De looked back and said: "Is there anything else? If His Majesty's important matter is delayed, you and I can't afford to bear the consequences."
"I'm going back to get something." Li Yi jumped off the carriage and entered the viscount's mansion. After a while, he came out with two things in his arms.
Chang De glanced at him and gently waved his whip. The carriage started moving.
"Chief Chang …" The carriage had not entered the city yet, and it was too bumpy to sleep. Li Yi was a little bored. He opened the window and looked at Chang De.
"Speak." Chang De said without turning his head.
A trace of curiosity appeared on Li Yi's face: "Can I ask you a question?"
"This old man has never practiced the Sunflower Treasure Book!"
"Uh … not that." Li Yi looked at him and asked: "Why don't you call yourself 'this old man'?"
Chang De raised his eyebrows: "Why should this old man call himself 'this old man'?"
"Bastard scriptwriter …"
Li Yi rolled down the window, leaned on the sheep doll, murmured, and closed his eyes.
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