The best county magistrate

Yang Xuanchen stood up first, then picked up the pot and took a big gulp of Siliangye.

"Students think that we, the scholars..."

"You should establish your mind for the sake of heaven and earth! You should establish your destiny for the sake of living and the people!"

"Continue the unique learning for the past saints! Create peace for all generations!"

Yang Xuanchen's words sounded to everyone's ears like an atomic bomb had exploded.

Private room No. 1 in Tianzi seemed to freeze at this moment, and even time stopped for these words.

The wine in Li Changliu's glass spilled all over him and spread all over the floor.

The knuckles of Yan Chenghai's clenched fist turned white.

The eyes of the three heads of the academy were shining brightly, and their expressions were surging.

The four great talents opened their mouths wide, and for a moment they seemed to have lost the ability to close them.

The brilliance in Fu Tingxue's eyes rose again, and the Ma family and his son were shocked.

Xiaolian's eyes were filled with tears, this...is this still my young master?

Zhou Miaomiao took Yang Xuanchen's hand and squeezed it tightly, her eyes shining like stars.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Yang Xuanchen knew that he was pretending to be too big, so he touched his nose and sat down.

"Um... the student said it casually, please don't take it seriously."

He laughed a few times, but none of the big guys laughed.

They swallowed in unison and their pupils focused again.

As if they had agreed beforehand, the five bosses stood up and saluted, and it was a great gift for a scholar.

"What you said is like a revelation. Please accept my prayers."

As soon as Hengqu's four sentences came out, Yang Xuanchen's title actually changed.

The saying "Sir" is as deep as the sea, and it is such an honor to be called "Sir" by a great scholar of the current dynasty and the governor of a state.

Yang Xuanchen quickly avoided it. He did not dare to accept such a great gift, "My lords, do you dare to accept it or not?"

After sitting down again, the first person to speak was Li Changliu, "There is no priority in learning, the master is the teacher!"

"Not only is your literary talent far superior to mine, but your ambition is also inferior to mine."

"As an imperial concubine, I feel that I have read a lot of poems and books, and my writing is not as good as my own."

"When I heard what Mr. Wang said today, I suddenly felt that all the books I had written over the years were written on dogs."

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth! Establish a destiny for the living people! Continue the unique teachings of the past saints! Create peace for all generations!"

"This...this is what scholars should have, and it should be the most noble goal!"

Even the three capitals of the Academy echoed, and the four talented men didn't even dare to fart at this moment.

Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!

With such ambition and talent, I can't even catch up with him.

Just now, I was questioning his vernacular literary policy and making sarcastic remarks about him. Isn’t he going to return to his ashes in a few days?

Li Changliu stood up and bowed to Yang Xuanchen again.

"Sir, these words should be regarded as sacred knowledge. Please accept my worship and be a blessing to all scholars in the world."

The three heads of the academy, together with all the scholars present, stood up and bowed to all the scholars in the world.

Lin Ziming, who had been silent for a long time, had already spread Yang Xuanchen's words.

Qingzhou students stood outside Tianzi No. 1 private room.

The door to the private room was opened by someone unknown.

Everyone bowed and shouted in unison: "Please accept my bow for all the scholars in the world."

Yan Chenghai laughed loudly, he was laughing because Dayan had a son like Xuan Chen, and he was laughing because Dayan had a prosperous country.

"Great goodness, this situation and this situation should come to light."

Then the sound was like thunder, and all the talented people raised their glasses and said in unison, "Let me toast you sir."

This pussy is really big, and the door of Tianzi No. 1 private room has never been closed again.

Since it is a cultural gathering, poetry and poetry are naturally indispensable.

On the platform on the second floor, the piano and the harp played in harmony.

The melodious sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, and every note is filled with indescribable beauty, sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate.

"It's winter when it's gone, don't come in spring, it's a heartbreaking song..."

While everyone was listening to the music, they were recalling the sacred words.

After singing the song, Fu Tingxue opened her mouth and said, "My little sister is very happy about Mr. Yang's poems. I wonder what you think of the songs?"

Oh my god, who is this little girl? How come she wants to test my singing skills?

Only then did Yang Xuanchen take a closer look at Fu Tingxue, who was sitting opposite him.

"I wonder who the girl is?"

Fu Tingxue stood up and said, "Fu family, Fu Tingxue!"

Yang Xuanchen returned the salute and smiled, "It turns out to be the second young lady of the Fu family. I'm rude and disrespectful."

Then he asked Fu Chuan who was next to Fu Tingxue: "After hearing about this literary meeting, the Fu family is even more interested in choosing a son-in-law. I don't know..."

Fu Chuan cupped his hand and said, "My little daughter Ting Xue has been fond of poetry and singing since she was a child. As a father, of course I want to find a good son-in-law for my little daughter."

"I originally wanted to see who among us, a talented man from Qingzhou, could win the leadership of the Lantern Festival Literary Society."

"If Ting Xue is happy if he has both talent, learning and conduct..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Tingxue's shy father's voice.

Li Changliu and Yan Chenghai laughed twice, "It's time for men to get married and women to get married. Why should we be ashamed?"

He originally thought that Ma Chao would win the title, but he didn't expect that he would get all the limelight.

Yang Xuanchen felt a little sorry and said haha: "My eldest nephew Ma Chao is pretty good..."

When his name was called, Ma Chao was excited. Why did he bring the topic to me?

"Uncle, why did you call me?"

I told you that I’m going to marry you, why are you calling me, idiot!

After laughing twice, Yang Xuanchen relieved his embarrassment and continued: "Ma'er won the scholarship last year and is a rare talent."

Before he finished speaking, everyone gave him strange looks.

Ma chased me several times, but he didn't come up with any reason, which made Yang Xuanchen curse secretly in his heart.

"Mr. Yang, my little girl has just got hairpins in spring, so her marriage is not in a hurry."

"I'm still not satisfied with the music I just played. I don't know what your words are, but I would like to play the piano for a while."

Grandma’s bear, you little girl brought the topic back again.

How do I know the rhythm of songs...

Songs?

temperament?

Hey, it seems to be there!

Yang Xuanchen turned his head and whispered in Xiaolian's ear, and then her cheeks turned red and she covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Xiaolian stood up and greeted everyone, "My lords, my young master collects and composes all the songs that my young master does every day."

"How about the little girl playing the piano for everyone?"

Fu Tingxue nodded and turned his eyes to the woman who was unknown as soon as she entered the door.

She has a graceful demeanor and a variety of charms. She is eighteen years old, which is the age when she is as beautiful as a flower.

Wearing an elegant blue dress, it looks like rippling blue waves, light and elegant.

What a beautiful woman!

Tianzi No. 1 private room is very large, and there is a guzheng beside it.

Xiaolian sat down to play the piano, with a smile in her almond-shaped eyes, "A piece of snow on the spring court, for Miss Fu Er."

Grandma’s bear, I asked you to sing any song, but I didn’t ask you to sing this one.

Looking at Fu Tingxue's surprised eyes, Yang Xuanchen touched his nose and said, "It's over."

Sure enough, there was a sharp pain in her waist, and the girl became jealous again.

"The pear blossoms in the garden fade for a year."

"Li Qingxiao."

"The moonlight spreads across the empty steps."

"..."

"The most sentimental person is Chun Tingxue."

"Every year the garden is full of people."

"..."

After singing a song, the lingering sound lingers.

Xiaolian's piano skills are not very good, but her slightly hoarse performance is excellent.

Lin Ziming was stunned for a moment, but Wen Jingxing pushed him and whispered a few words before he withdrew his eyes from Xiaolian.

"Sister, this song is so beautiful. It expresses the incomprehensible meaning of love from ancient times."

After Fu Tingxue finished speaking, he turned to look at Yang Xuanchen, his eyes shining even brighter.

"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? Miss Fu Er laughed. This song was just composed after seeing too many changes in people's hearts."

"If the lady likes it, I will have it delivered to my house later."

After Fu Tingxue thanked him, he silently recited several times in his heart that if life were just like the first time we met, what would the autumn wind be like?

Looking at Yang Xuanchen's beautiful eyes, Zhou Miaomiao was very angry. Of course, it was Yang Xuanchen who suffered.

The soft flesh on the waist was twisted and twisted, and it was probably green.

Yan Chenghai picked up the topic, "Today happens to be the Lantern Festival Festival, and the third question is guessing lantern riddles."

"You young people, go have some fun and leave us old men to have a drink."

"Xuanchen stays!"

Yang Xuanchen, who had already run to the door, could only touch his nose and returned to the table in embarrassment.