Qi Ning waved his hand and the teacup flew out. Many people did not see clearly what was going on. The cup was like a shooting star. Then they heard a scream of "Ouch!" and the teacup actually hit a person sitting in the crowd. A spectator.
The man was hit on the bridge of his nose, and blood immediately emerged from his nostrils. Someone immediately supported him, and some even stood up and shouted: "What is this? How can a grand gathering of literary circles be so arrogant and rude?"
At this time, there was a burst of excitement in the venue.
Half of the deans of the eight major academies suddenly showed dissatisfaction on their faces. Xue Danqing frowned, stared at Qining, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhuo's Qionglin Academy has always been very polite, how can you do it in this place?" In full view of everyone, do you hurt someone?"
"Dean Xue, I just said, let me make a few jokes. I am open-minded and can laugh it off, but if you want to insult my students in your words, then there is nothing to discuss." Qi Ning said lightly. Said: "You can't tell that this person made the rude remarks, but I heard it clearly."
"You...you are so slanderous!" The man who was beaten covered his nose and said angrily: "I didn't say anything."
"Did everyone hear the voice?" Qi Ning said with a smile: "No matter how you disguise the voice, it can't be changed. The tone of the rude words just now is the same as yours. If you deny it, today's book meeting will end here. Let's Go to the Yamen first and explain this matter clearly. Not only do you have to explain clearly why you said something rude, but you also need to confess who was instigating you behind the scenes."
"Instigating?" The man said anxiously: "No... no one is instructing me, it's me...!" At this point, the voice stopped.
At this time, many eyes were staring at him. The man realized that he had made a mistake and was so embarrassed that he lowered his head and did not dare to speak anymore.
Qi Ning smiled and said to Xue Danqing: "Dean Xue, this is the venue of your Longchi Academy. You heard what he said. If you want such scum to stay here, please consider it, Dean Xue. After all, This is a civilized place, and this person’s words are offensive. If he continues to stay here, I’m afraid it will make the real literati present feel uncomfortable.”
Although most of the literati at the meeting were quite disdainful of Qionglin Academy, a women's academy, insulting him in front of everyone was still too mean, and many people immediately looked down upon him with contempt.
Xue Danqing's face was rather ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Take him out. From now on, he is not allowed to step into Longchi Academy."
Then two scholars from Longchi Academy walked over, picked up the man and took him down.
The female students at Qionglin Academy suddenly felt refreshed and looked at Qining with awe.
After taking the man away, the venue returned to calm, and Xue Danqing continued: "This grand meeting, we still invited five erudite scholars who have knowledge of the past and the present to host it." His voice suddenly rose: "The five people invited this time, They are Yuan Ning'an, Yuan Lao Shangshu, the Minister of Rites, Ximen Shenhou of Shenhou Mansion, Wu Shandao of Xiling, Chen Xichang of Kuaiji and... Mr. Zhuo Qingyang Zhuo!"
Every time Xue Danqing mentioned someone, there would be a burst of cheers from all around.
Each session of the Jinghua Calligraphy Society invites five highly prestigious scholars to preside over the meeting, but one of the places always belongs to the Minister of Rites.
The Ministry of Rites manages the etiquette of poetry and calligraphy. This is the first literary event in Chu. The Ministry of Rites naturally strongly supports it. Whenever book fairs are held, the Minister of Rites will be invited to attend and preside over it. This has become a common practice. Yuan Ning'an is in the position of the Minister of Rites. After staying there for many years, I almost always come to participate unless there are special circumstances.
However, the other four positions will change somewhat every year.
Although Ximen Shenhou is the leader of the Shenhou Mansion, he is also one of the four great masters of painting. He is also a well-known figure in the literary world, but he has never participated in such a grand event. Everyone heard that Ximen Shenhou He came to this conference for the first time, and there was a burst of cheers.
Every year at the calligraphy club, there are competitions between the four disciplines of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there will still be some minor disputes over the rankings. However, when they heard that Ximen Divine Lord was in the battle, everyone felt that at least in the competition of painting skills, there was a difference. With Ximen God in charge, there will never be any controversy. Of course, no one will question the paintings evaluated by the painting sage among the Four Arts.
As for Wu Shandao and Chen Xichang, although Qi Ning has never heard of them, from the cheers of the scholars and talented people around him, it can be seen that these two people are also very prestigious and are by no means ordinary people.
When the last one called out the name "Zhuo Qingyang", although the cheers were quieter, the shock was extremely shocking. Everyone looked at each other in shock.
As the number one scholar in the Chu Empire, Zhuo Qingyang's status in the literary world is of course unquestionable. Anyone who is a scholar will be in awe when they hear the three words Zhuo Qingyang.
Zhuo Qingyang's appearance as a judge in such a literary event is, according to common sense, absolutely expected by the public, and no one is more qualified than him.
However, as the dean of Qionglin Academy, Zhuo Qingyang's appearance on the judges' bench will certainly make people feel a little inappropriate. Although no one has any doubts about Zhuo Qingyang's character, Qionglin Academy is controlled by Zhuo Qingyang. After all, if Zhuo Qingyang didn't show any partiality towards Qionglin Academy, no one would believe it.
Qi Ning was surprised when he saw Zhuo Qingyang actually appearing at the judges' table. He thought that this old man was really joking. He left Qionglin Academy alone and went to do some judging work.
Some people couldn't help but whisper to each other. At this moment, the five judges had appeared in front of everyone. Yuan Ning'an, the Minister of Rites, sat in the middle. Ximen Wuhen and Zhuo Qingyang, the ministers, sat on the left and right. Although Wu Shandao and Chen Xichang The prestige is not weak, but it is obviously worse than these three people. They sit on the far side of the left and right.
The five judges arrived, and the deans of each academy led their disciples to stand up and greet them. The five of them also bowed their hands in return. After sitting down, Xue Danqing cleared his throat and said: "Everyone here also knows the rules of the academy. Repeat it again. The major academies compare the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting with each other. Each item is scored by five judges. Ten points are the best. The full score for each round is fifty points...!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying: "Wait a minute!"
Xue Danqing turned around and saw that Zhuo Qingyang had stood up. Everyone looked over, and Zhuo Qingyang said: "I was originally going to lead Qionglin Academy to participate in the competition this time, but I was invited by Mr. Yuan... !" At this point, he bowed his hand to Yuan Ning'an next to him. Yuan Ning'an immediately returned the gift. Zhuo Qingyang continued: "The old minister insisted on letting Zhuo participate in the evaluation. Zhuo has been thinking about it again and again. He is getting older and I'm afraid he doesn't have many years left. It’s a good life, so I agreed to take part in the assessment this year.”
Everyone couldn't help but nodded slightly.
Zhuo Qingyang also occasionally participated in the evaluation of book clubs in the past. He was knowledgeable and fair, so the book clubs he participated in were always fair and fair, and the results of the evaluation were never controversial.
It's just that since Qionglin Academy participated in the book fair, in order to avoid suspicion, Zhuo Qingyang disappeared from the judges' table and has not appeared for many years. Since then, there will be some controversy in all book fairs.
"But this time I participate in the evaluation, I can only make an undecided decision." Zhuo Qingyang said slowly: "I have already explained this to Mr. Yuan."
Yuan Ning'an stood up. He was very old and waved to Xue Danqing. Suggestions, slight changes." After coughing twice, he said: "Mr. Zhuo will not give points in each round of evaluation, so the full score will be forty points. Whoever gets the highest score will be the winner of that round, but Just like every year's book fair, winning or losing in one round cannot determine the winner. After four rounds, whichever academy has the highest score will win the crown of this book fair."
The rules were established, but everyone respected Zhuo Qingyang even more, thinking that Zhuo Qingyang did this obviously to avoid suspicion.
"Everyone, the time has come, so there is no need to delay." Xue Danqing said loudly: "In the first round of the piano skills competition, everyone knows that one person from each academy can come out to perform, and all kinds of instruments can be played. The selection is mainly based on the test of musical attainments." He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Longchi Academy is responsible for organizing this academy. According to the rules, we can only show off our humiliation first and send people to perform first." Turning around to look at the judges When he saw Yuan Ning'an nodded slightly, he waved to me. Soon, one person walked out from among the eight disciples of Longchi Academy. He was twenty-three or four years old and had a delicate appearance. He stood at the venue in full view of everyone. In the center of the room, he first waved to the five judges, and then raised his hand to wave around.
"Liang Bo, I am a disciple of Longchi Academy." The man said loudly: "For being able to participate in this round of competition this time, I would first like to thank Dean Xue of our Longchi Academy...!" At this point, he expressed deep gratitude to Xue Danqing. After paying deep respect, Xue Danqing waved his hands and nodded with a smile, and then heard Liang Bo continue: "I would also like to thank the seniors and fellow juniors in the academy, but the one I am most grateful to is my mother. When I was young, my family was very Poverty, my mother worked hard day and night to let me study, and she went blind...!" At this point, her voice choked up.
There was a sudden silence all around.
Liang Bo's eyes were slightly red and he said: "Just a few days ago, I received a letter from my hometown, telling me that my mother was seriously ill in bed, but she still cared about me and asked someone to bring me a string of Candied haws on a stick, this was my favorite thing to eat when I was a child...!" Having said this, he took a brocade handkerchief, opened it little by little, and took out a shriveled candied haws, "I can't bear to eat it, my mother gave it to me. Love, I want to keep it with me all the time. When I see the candied haws, I will feel that my mother is close to me...!" At this point, he sniffed and then said: "Today's song, I think of bits and pieces of the past. It’s my mother’s hard work and it’s specially made for her. I hope everyone likes it.”
There was a burst of applause all around, and all the disciples in Longchi Academy raised their arms and shouted in support of Liang Bo.