The Emperor Shaowen mentioned in Guihai Mo Ash's mouth is the founding emperor of the Haitian Dynasty, Emperor Gaozuwen, the grandfather of Haiyin. Shaowen is the name of the year of the monarch of the changed dynasty, Guihai Mo Ember is the descendant of Emperor Shaowen, but he does not call this founding ancestor the great grandfather, but only lightly refers to the year name which makes Mi Chen's eyes surprised, raising his eyes to look at him, only to feel that Guihai Mo Ember's face is shining in the sun, there is a light awe, and he disappeared in an instant.

"Fourth brother, Chen'er, why is it so lively, it turns out that there is a poem fighting inside. Let's go in and join in the fun. Guihai Mo Ling said and walked inside.

Pushing aside the layers of crowds gathered in front of the store, Guihai Mo Ling opened the way in front, Guihai Mo Ember protected the dust from the side, and the three of them entered the heroic wind building. When I entered the building, I saw a platform in the main hall on the first floor, on which there were tables and ink treasures, and several young people who looked like scholars were hurriedly waving books on it, and it seemed that they were indeed fighting poems.

The three of them found a vacant table in the corner of the first floor and sat down, and then called the shopkeeper to order, and then looked at the temporary fighting poetry platform.

Michen saw that a lot of poems had been hung on the pillars of the building, and he read a few roughly. Although Michen has not studied much poetry, he also feels that these poems are concise in language, harmonious in tone, strong in rhythm, and rich in emotion, which should be regarded as good poems.

"In recent years, the situation has been stable, and every spring is really full of students, but this Beiwudu has concentrated a lot of talents. At this time, Kyoto must also be very lively, this year's spring five brothers temporarily on behalf of the Ministry of Rites, relaxed the requirements for Xianggong to enter the country, I see that this year's students in Beijing are a lot more than in previous years. Guihai Mo Ling read the hanging poems with relish, and sighed.

"Yes, that's a good thing." The mountains and rivers outside the thing are near, and the scenery is new at the beginning of the sunny day. Fangjiao flowers and willows are everywhere, where is not suitable for spring. It's a good poem. This Qingtian Xie Yu is worthy of his reputation, and he does have real talent and learning. Guihai Mo Ember looked at a poem that had just been hung up in the middle of the stage and muttered.

Michen raised her eyebrows, she heard about this Qingtian Xie Yu from Lan Mingyuan, and remembered that Lan Mingyuan said that this person was quite talented and learned, and he was the only person who was the top student in today's department, and he would definitely take the lead. Curiously followed Guihai Mo Zhan's gaze, it was a very young man in a cloth and blue shirt, although the blue clothes were not as amazing as Guihai Mo Zhan, but they were as quiet as a green pine, and the bookish taste of his body and his eyebrows and eyes added a little elegance and wisdom.

"Qingtian Xie Yushi? Why is it so familiar? Guihai Mo Ling also looked over, thinking thoughtfully.

"Ah...... Is it Xie Minghui who put forward the Confucian concept of 'Wulun'?! Returning to the sea, Mo Ling suddenly woke up.

"Well, it's him. It is said that this Xie Yu will become the second weak crown champion of the Haitian Dynasty. Jiangsu and Zhejiang have more 'Zou Yuanxi in the north, Xie Minghui in the south'. Guihai Mo Ember tapped the table thoughtfully.

"The Confucian 'Five Treatises'?" Mi Chen looked blankly at Guihai Mo Ling.

"This Xie Yushi advocated: The difference between humans and beasts is that father and son are related, monarchs and ministers are righteous, husbands and wives are different, the young and the old are orderly, and friends have letters, which is called the Five Treatises." Guihai Mo Ling chuckled, looked at Mi Chen, and explained carefully.

Michen raised his eyebrows and looked at the blue-shirted man on the stage, he was really a loyal guardian of feudal rule, and his "Wulun" was really a sharp blade for strengthening the strict feudal hierarchy. It is absolutely a restriction and imprisonment of individual behavior and thoughts, and under the rule of this kind of thought, people's freedom, equality, and fairness have not all become illusory.

"I heard that before he was born, his father made a divination, and he said, 'Rich is only like this, and noble is only like this, and if you give birth to a child, you will be Confucius.' Guihai Mo Ember withdrew his gaze from the stage, lifted the tea cup lightly, and looked thoughtfully.

"Huh, what else is that? Interesting. Guihai Mo Ling muttered a chuckle.

Michen didn't want to return to the sea, Mo Ember was so familiar with this student, and looked at him in surprise.

"This man will be used by his father." Guihai Mo Ember felt Mi Chen's puzzled gaze, took a sip of tea, and said affirmatively. Seemingly unrelated words answered Michen's doubts.

Is it because this person will definitely enter the court as an official and will be reused by Emperor Haiqing, so he pays special attention to it? Michen couldn't say what he felt, he only felt a sudden burst in his heart, and his brows wrinkled slightly. He! The man in front of him should want that supreme position, right? Are you also thinking about the dragon chair in the Zhengqian Palace? Otherwise, why do you need to take such precautions and pay so much attention to the court......

Michen never seemed to be so deeply aware of the man in front of him, this man who was always awe-inspiring and noble, this man who could always seem to affect him, he was a prince, a person who could inherit the throne. And isn't such a person always avoided by himself? As soon as such a thought flashed in her heart, it was like a sharp blade that made her cold, like a blow on the head that made her dazed, and like a basin of cold water splashed on her head, cooling the warmth in her heart.

"Chen'er, what are you thinking, your brows are furrowed into a hill!"

Without waiting for Michen to sort out the feelings in her heart, Guihai Mo Ling nudged her awake.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Guihai Mo Ling's slightly surprised gaze, and Guihai Mo Ling's deep eyes looking at him at the same time, only to realize that he was stunned for a long time.

"Hehe, nothing. I just think that what the prince said is very right, when I think about this Xie Yu, he can indeed be regarded as a generation of Confucianism. If his 'Wulun' can penetrate into the hearts of the people, it will be of great help to the stability of Haitian's world. "Michen retracts his mind and is to the point.

He picked up the teacup from the table and raised it to his lips, slightly blocking the deep, slightly inquiring gaze that came from the right.

For this absolutely feudal 'Wulun', Michen doesn't have too much disgust, as long as she is not confused, she doesn't care, as for how other people are imprisoned in their thoughts, she doesn't care. What's more, it is a disease to talk about democracy, fairness, and equality in this era, and that kind of thinking is not a product of this era at all, and it cannot be affirmed and developed here. On the contrary, this 'Wulun' should be an advanced idea in this era, at least this kind of thinking is conducive to the stability of the world, the governance of the country, and it can be regarded as a new development of Confucianism.

Guihai Mo Ling raised his eyebrows: "You and the fourth brother have a very high opinion of him." ”

Guihai Mo Ember looked at Mi Chen, his beautiful face was light and clear, although he couldn't see anything, but he couldn't retract his gaze, and only felt that the woman in front of him was as fascinating as a mystery. In fact, he didn't agree much with this 'Wu Lun' when Xie Yu was there, but the woman in front of him was to the point, and indeed this 'Wu Lun' can consolidate the supremacy of the royal family and stabilize the world. The girl in the boudoir, who is not yet fourteen years old, has such accurate judgment, how can she not be amazed.

At this time, there was a burst of noise, and Guihai Mo Yan retracted his gaze and looked at the platform in the hall, but it was Xie Yushi who made two good poems, and he was already in the lead.

Mi Chen felt Guihai Mo Ash's gaze move away before he exhaled softly, glanced at him, and also looked at the Dou Shitai.

"This Xie Minghui's poem still has a bit of style." Guihai Mo Ling looked at the two newly hung poems on the pillar and nodded.

"Haha, these poems by Brother Xie Xian are fresh and simple, but there is arrogance hidden in them, and the noble ambition is self-evident, but it compares the poems of a few of us to no color. The foolish brother is willing to bow to the wind, and he is ashamed of himself. ”

A man in a purple brocade shirt bowed to Xie Yushi on the stage, and several students next to him also praised him, but he looked like he was sincerely convinced.

"Brother Minghui's poems are indeed everyone's work, I can't wait, stay at the top of Brother Tai High School, but I have to think about the friendship of the same subject and give a lot of support."

"Yes, yes, the champion of this branch must be Brother Minghui, and the future is immeasurable. At that time, it will be a double happiness, the title of the gold list, the flower candles in the cave room, and the scenery is infinite. ”

A white-faced scholar in a dark green robe stepped forward to grab Xie Yushi's hand, and said excitedly, with a look of hope, as if he was talking about himself.

Michen watched with some interest, only to feel that they spoke sourly one by one, and then dressed up in that long gown, the square scarf on their heads, it was really the appearance of a pedantic scholar on TV, strange and funny, look at Xie Yushi, when he was said by the scholar in the dark green robe, his fair face turned red instantly, and Michen was funny.

"Brother Zijing's words are wrong, the eldest husband should share his worries for the king and ask for his life for the people, how can he be greedy for other things? The sage said that the food and color are also sexual, and the color is the water of disaster, Xia Wei is a sister and a concubine of Zhou, Daji of the dead businessman, Xi Shi of Marsh Wu, and the twilight of Qin. Not to mention these far away, Princess Jingke, who confused Emperor Yuedong, is thought-provoking. There are many disasters in the red face, how can Ming Hui be confused by the troubled waters? ! Xie Yushi sighed, with a little sadness on his face, as if he was sighing for the emperors who died because of their red faces.

"Brother Minghui be careful, disaster comes from the mouth, that Princess Jingke is the sister of the saint today, and she is the eldest princess of Haitian." The man in purple stepped forward and dissuaded Xie Yu with a little concern.

"How can the eldest husband be afraid of power and dare not speak out, that Princess Jingke bewitched Emperor Yuedong with the appearance of the first beauty of the Haitian Dynasty, and made Emperor Yuedong neglect the government, which led to the later usurpation of power by Emperor He, and the turmoil of the government of Dongyue, otherwise how could it be that the country would be destroyed in half a year?!" Xie Yushi said angrily, his fair face dyed a little red.

Mi Chen still had a little appreciation for this Xie Yu, but when she heard him say it with a mouthful of red face and trouble, she was already disapproving, but after all, most people in this era think like this, if it were normal, she would probably just smile sarcastically, and she would not be entangled with such a pedantic person, but this person preferred to die and mentioned Princess Jing Ke. Although Michen said that she had never seen Princess Jing Ke, no matter how she said that she was the mother of this body, Mi Chen's heart still had some admiration, plus she had read Jing Ke's essays, for this beautiful princess, Mi Chen's heart was sympathetic and compassionate. Now that Jing Ke has been dead for many years, these people still take such a weak woman to talk about things, and put all the faults on her alone, Mi Chen only felt a sense of annoyance, and he couldn't suppress it, and he didn't wait for it to be reflected.

As soon as Guihai Mo Yan heard that Xie Yu mentioned Princess Jing Ke, he turned his gaze to Mi Chen, but when he saw that her brows were furrowed, her face was low, and she was about to get up to stop Xie Yu, she didn't want to look at the dust and was already furious.

Guihai Mo Ling was still listening to them leisurely, eating refreshments, but suddenly heard that Xie Yushi openly accused Princess Jing Ke of being a red face and a disaster, and was stunned for a while, I didn't expect someone to talk about the royal family so boldly, and when she came to see Michen, she had already stood up angrily and walked over to the side of the Doushi Tower.

"Fourth brother?" Guihai Mo Ling looked at Guihai Mo Ling with concern.

"It's okay, don't be impatient, that girl is not a person without measure." Guihai Mo Ember hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, but looked at Dou Shitai with some sexual taste.

"Hehe, too, I'm afraid that Xie Nerd will be unlucky." Guihai Mo Ling heard him say this, and he was relieved to think about Mi Chen's character.

Mi Chen's slap on the table was very strong, and the restaurant, which was not noisy in the first place, became quieter for a while, and all eyes were concentrated, including of course those on the fighting platform.

When Mi Chen's cold gaze approached Xie Yu, he bypassed a few tables in a few steps and came to the bottom of the Doushi stage, and lifted the corner of his robe in a chic manner and went to the platform in the middle of the hall.

When he walked towards Xie Yu, he looked at the few poems hanging on the pillar, and laughed angrily: "I have heard the name of Gongzi Xie for a long time, and I can't see it today." ”

After chuckling and speaking, Michen turned around nonchalantly, flicked his robe with his right hand, and glanced at Xie Yushi arrogantly.

"Where did you come from, a rebellious man, that you should have such no one in your eyes?" The purple-clothed scholar stepped forward with an angry face on his face.

"I wonder what the name of this little brother is? If the little brother feels that there is anything lacking in these poems, please give me advice. Xie Yushi looked at the amazing-looking young man in front of him, bent down and saluted, a little puzzled where he provoked this young man, the anger in his eyes clearly wrote dissatisfaction and disgust for himself.

"Hmph, even I am as anxious as the wind, quiet as a forest, sweeping like fire, immobile as a mountain, known as a pear blossom pressing begonia, and people give the nickname of the jade-faced little flying dragon Chen Mi, who is omnipotent in the world and the earth, I don't know, and I dare to speak out here without shame and make a lot of nonsense? There is nothing lacking in these poems of yours, they are simply insulting and worthless. Mi Chen smiled lightly, and when his eyes swept over Xie Yu, he looked at Guihai Mo Ling, who was desperately stroking his chest and coughing.

Even if he is a well-cultivated person, he will not be in a good mood when he hears his poems being said to be insulting in public, Xie Yushi's brows furrowed, and his face sank. \/

"You kid has such a big mouth, I think you are here to make a big fuss, Brother Xie's poems are masterpieces, how can you, a hairy boy, appreciate a thing or two? If you have the ability, you can also make a few poems for us. The man in the dark green robe took two steps forward and glared at Michen with some indignation.

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Michen glanced at the man who was glaring at him, turned around and walked to the hanging Wing Chun poem, glanced at it with disdain, turned his eyes to a willow branch outside the window, and opened his mouth in a manner that was a song "Yongliu" by He Zhizhang.

His eyes turned to the green-robed man who had just looked angry and disdainful of him, but he was shocked when he opened his mouth wide. Mi Chen's eyes crossed with pride, and he said in his heart that he was a college student cultivated by 5,000 years of cultural heritage, and he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress you if he plagiarized a few small poems? !

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. Michen groaned softly, picked up the brush on the table, dipped it lightly, and waved the pen to write. After a while, Du Fu's "Spring Night Rain", Du Mu's "Qingming", Wu Yuanheng's "Chunxing", and Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" were all silent. I thought in my heart that it shouldn't be a scene, anyway, they are all poems about spring, and they should be no worse than the one when Xie Yu was in the past.

After writing, he looked up but saw that Xie Yu's face was pale, stretched out his slender hand tremblingly and picked up the poems she had just written, his lips trembled for a long time, and Nuo Nuo couldn't speak. Mi Chen was about to sneer a few words proudly, but saw a young man who looked like a small guy hurriedly rushed up from the stage and supported Xie Yushi.

Xie Yushi seemed to have just woken up from a dream, his eyes moved away from the psalm, he smiled lightly at the little guy, stretched out his hand to push away his support, turned around and put the poem manuscript on the table, and looked deeply at Mi Chen.