The best county magistrate

"I called you here just for this literary fight!"

Emperor Jianwen waved to Yang Xuanchen and called him closer.

"Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites have begun to arrange the reception. You and everyone will discuss how to deal with this civil war."

It was Yang Xuanchen's turn to be shocked. Discuss? It's up to you to decide how to discuss it, and it doesn't matter to me.

It's been less than a month since I came to the capital. Why are there so many things going on, one after another, and I haven't even had a good rest.

Others have traveled through time and have nothing to do today to listen to music.

Traveling by yourself, you are either fighting this or that. Finally, you become Shao Zhan’s case and you have to investigate the case. Now you have to participate in Lao Shizi’s literary fight.

Wen Dou, your sister!

Thinking this in his heart but not daring to say it with his mouth, Yang Xuanchen leaned over and said, "Your Majesty, I will discuss it with the priests and the officials from the academy."

"I have few talents and little knowledge, so I may not be able to hold a big position..."

Before Emperor Jianwen could say anything, an old man jumped out and said, "Your Majesty, there is a talented scholar here in the academy called Yiyi, and there are even four great talents in the capital..."

Another old man echoed: "No matter what form the literary fight takes, Jixia Academy is capable of it. Master Xiao Yang still has to teach the eldest prince his homework, so why not bother him."

Yang Xuanchen glanced at the two old men, with a bright smile on his face.

Although I don’t know what your names are, but on the premise that you can help reduce my burden, we are good friends and will treat you to drinks later.

But what an old man said next made him angry.

"In my opinion, Mr. Xiao Yang's articles are all ordinary. Now that I have read the policy article from a few years ago, it is simply demeaning and self-degrading!"

Although the words are a bit harsh, they are correct in this era.

Any scholar in this era who has not studied poetry and books for more than ten years and is full of them would be willing to write a vernacular article!

If you ask an ambitious, idealistic and educated scholar to write in vernacular, they will definitely point their noses at you and scold you bloody, without using a single curse word.

The two old men who spoke earlier echoed: "The rules of literary fighting between Bei Liao and Dayan are generally wheel fighting, which compares one's literary heritage."

"Poetry, songs, couplets, articles, etc. are all indispensable, Mr. Xiao Yang..."

I blanch, but I can tell that these two old men were not trying to reduce their burden before, but they were looking down on me.

It's true that your uncle can tolerate it but your aunt can't. If you don't want to take me to play, just say so. No need to beat around the bush.

What you mean is that the people from Jixia Academy and the four most talented people in the capital are better than me.

Then you guys are playing, I won’t accompany you.

Yang Xuanchen's expression turned cold, and he cupped his hands towards Emperor Jianwen, "Your Majesty, the doctor of the academy is right, I am not qualified for the job."

"I believe that Jixia Academy has a long history and a large number of literati, so it can definitely defeat the Northern Liao mission..."

Bah, bullshit academy!

If you old guys can do it, why don't you call me here?

There are not as many literati in Dayan as there are in Northern Liao, and the top ones in the literary world are all from Northern Liao. You are nothing compared to them.

Moreover, your academy is far different from Jixia Academy in the previous life. Don’t think that having the same name will make you awesome.

Forget it, I won’t argue with you, if you think you can do it, then go ahead!

Anyway, you look down on me, but I am still happy to be clean.

After Yang Xuanchen finished speaking, he stood aside, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing him lowering his head, the three old men from Jixia Academy couldn't help stroking their beards and laughing. You guys still know how to advance and retreat.

Since the establishment of this thousand-word monument, our Jixia Academy has been overwhelmed.

If we can win this literary battle this time and put an end to the fighting, I will shovel the Thousand Wen Monument at the entrance of the academy for you. Your status in the literary world will not be shaken!

Even if you are good at poetry but not good at writing, we can squeeze you out of this alone and make you lose your reputation.

How could their little idea be hidden from Emperor Jianwen, "Three doctors, this literary fight must be dominated by students from the academy."

"The literary battle between Bei Liao and Dayan is a national matter and a grand event in the literary world. We still have to be cautious."

Regarding literary struggle, Emperor Jianwen was relatively helpless. Regardless of his prospects, most of the literati and high-ranking officials came from Jixia Academy.

Although the situation is gone, the literati in Dayan are still led by Xuegong. If they are missing from the literary fight, he has no confidence that he can win.

Yang Xuanchen glanced at Emperor Jianwen. This was the first time he saw him groveling down. Could it be that the Imperial Academy didn't have any talented people?

At this time, Li Changliu came out to smooth things over, "Your Majesty is right, the talented students from the Academy are definitely the main force in literary battles!"

"We called Xuan Chen here out of good intentions, Imperial College..."

As Dayan's Minister of Education, what he said was somewhat useful. After all, Jixia Academy was still nominally under the control of the Ministry of Education.

"Master Li, do you want Master Xiao Yang to participate in the Imperial Academy?" asked another scholar.

At this time, Li Changliu looked at Yang Xuanchen and then passed his eyes to Emperor Jianwen, hoping that he would make a decision.

Emperor Jianwen understood, "Three officials, it is said in the credential of Bei Liao that this civil war will test the talents and learning of the younger generations of the two countries."

"If there is no age limit, I absolutely believe that the Academy lineage can definitely win, but..."

Liu Qingshan smiled and picked up the topic, "But this time Wen Dou has limited the age to twenty-five!"

"The Imperial College mainly focuses on cultivating officials from all walks of life to inherit the culture of sages, and the literary talent of young students is by no means as good as that of the Academy."

"It would be better to use these outstanding talents from the Academy as the main force, while the Imperial Academy will be led by Mr. Xiao Yang to select some young people to go into battle..."

At this point, Emperor Jianwen offered wine to his master to give Jixia Academy enough face, so naturally the three doctors did not dare to say anything more.

The three of them nodded in agreement, then left and returned to the academy to arrange various matters.

In the imperial study room, Yang Xuanchen glanced at me here and there, then lowered his head and kept mumbling in his heart: "You can't see me, you can't see me."

His weird appearance made the three people present shake their heads and smile bitterly.

"Okay, those three old guys are gone, let's sit down and talk."

Yang Xuanchen smiled at Emperor Jianwen, picked a chair and sat down.

"Your Majesty, please enjoy some tea. I just gave a lecture to the eldest prince. Before I could take a sip of water, Eunuch Wu brought me over."

Emperor Jianwen waved his hand and motioned for Wu Dahai to serve everyone some tea.

While the waiter was serving tea and water, the four of them chatted about Wen Dou for a while, and they all had opinions on Liao's actions.

"According to your guess, if Beiliao wins this civil war, what demands will they make?" Emperor Jianwen asked with a frown.

Liu Qingshan stood up, bowed his head and said.

"I believe that the internal fighting between the warring faction and the peace-promoting faction in the Liao Kingdom is intensifying. If they themselves have not finished the fight, they have only one thing in common, which is to seek interests."

Yang Xuanchen on the side nodded heavily and agreed, "The teacher is right, whether it is war or peace, interests always come first."

"I just don't know what Bei Liao is looking at!"

"Ever since I read their credentials, I have been thinking about a question!" After Emperor Jianwen said this, he stood up and slowly walked towards the door of the Imperial Study Room.

"If there is a war, I have the power of Guan Haiyang and I am not afraid of them!"

"But if it comes to Biwen, my young students are indeed not as good as Beiliao." Having said this, he sighed deeply.

"This is also the reason why they set the age limit for death under the age of twenty-five, because there is no one in the younger generation in Dayan!"

After saying that, Emperor Jianwen turned to face Yang Xuanchen, "I know that there are three talented people in Northern Liao. One is good at poetry, one is good at couplets, and the other is a woman. Her articles are the best in the world!"

"The three of them, known as the little giants in the Northern Liao literary world, have a vague tendency to replace the older generation."

"Even Tuoba Zhongxuan, the number one person in today's literary world, once said that he is not as good as them in a single aspect..."

Li Changliu and Liu Qingshan stroked their beards with serious expressions.

Because this is the fact, a fact that even they have to admit. The two men and one woman in Beiliao have been lonely for a long time at their age.

"Your Majesty, being timid before fighting is a taboo for military strategists!"

With that said, Yang Xuanchen stood up and bowed, "We can't lose our momentum. We won't tell if we can beat him or not!"

"It's just three little red guys. I'm afraid of chicken feathers. I'll kill them..."

The three of them were stunned when they heard this, and then they couldn't help laughing when they looked at Yang Xuanchen who was talking about trains.

Maybe this bastard can really bring changes to this literary fight.