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Kang Xian suddenly roared, and the venue immediately quieted down. Yu Zixing had studied under Kang Xian for a short period. Seeing this usually strict teacher suddenly lose his temper for some reason, he was startled and quickly lowered his head and cupped his hands, "M-Master..."

Kang Xian was a master of Neo-Confucianism with a strong background. Although he didn't have many disciples, his reputation was well known to most of those present. At this moment, his gaze swept across the entire venue and then stopped on Yu Zixing. He seemed to be simply instructing his disciple, "Can you say such things casually!?"

There was a moment of silence in the room. Kang Xian put down his brush and looked over again, "Let me ask you, among the hundreds of poems and lyrics today, if this poem is messy, unsightly, and has no merit, what would you do?"

After he said this, Yu Zixing already understood the meaning. His body trembled, and he bowed dryly, "Disciple... Disciple would naturally put it aside and ignore it."

"Then... have you ever met this Ning Liheng before? Have you ever known him, heard of his name, or seen his appearance? Regarding his person and character, have there been any negative rumors that have reached your ears before?"

"Disciple... Disciple is taught."

That was enough. Kang Xian smiled, "Now that you know the reasoning, then sit down... Everyone, there are many excellent works at today's poetry gathering. I just discussed them with Duke Qin, such as Mingyi's..." He raised his voice and began to comment on the excellent works at the poetry gathering one by one, pointing out their highlights sentence by sentence. He was already erudite, and now his comments were deliberately open, not boasting, but in truth, these poems were indeed excellent. Yu Zixing's two poems also received high praise.

This speech took a lot of time. Finally, Kang Xian placed the Water Melody Prelude on the table again, "Now... everyone, please evaluate this Water Melody Prelude again. What do you think?"

After he finished speaking, Cao Guan stood up from his seat, "Imperial Preceptor's head-on blow has taught me. I am ashamed to say that this poem is indeed wonderful, with brilliant literary talent and profound artistic conception. I am far inferior. I had a desire to compete just now, but I was awakened by the Imperial Preceptor's teachings. It is fortunate to be able to see such excellent verses at today's grand poetry gathering. However, everyone, I just got a few lines, and I would like to share them with you. Haha, although there are pearls and jade in front, everyone here is talented. I wonder who is willing to complete this poem for me, lest it ruin the reputation of my Zhi Shui Poetry Gathering."

After he finished speaking, Kang Xian laughed, "This is how a gentleman should be." Everyone also laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue immediately became lively again. Someone laughed, "Zongchen, you dare to speak recklessly with just a few lines. I have a poem here. It should be my responsibility to save face for the poetry gathering."

Then there was another fierce poetry competition. Everyone was unwilling to lose, and it seemed even more enthusiastic than before. Kang Xian looked at this scene, smiled, raised his teacup, and took a sip. Old Qin also smiled.

"Haha, why is Duke Qin laughing?"

"Hehe, Imperial Preceptor, what you did is not very kind. Little friend Liheng only wins you a few games on weekdays, but you want to put him on the fire to roast. A gentleman should not hold grudges. When you meet again in the future, he will have to settle the score with you."

Although he said this, Old Qin smiled happily, as if he was just looking forward to watching the fun. Originally, there was no first in literature, and there was no standard for poetry criticism. After reaching a certain height, people's words accounted for a large part. Although this Water Melody Prelude was truly excellent, it was impossible to make everyone else "far inferior." This could make "the remaining poems all abandoned." However, Kang Xian's few words directly confirmed an implication: when you see excellent works that you cannot compare to, the first thing you think of is to slander the character of others. This is not the behavior of a gentleman.

One night in Qinhuai, what was spread out was not only poetry. Once Kang Xian's reprimand of everyone at the poetry gathering was spread out, the consequences would be imaginable. After Duke Qin said this, Kang Xian's smile remained unchanged, still quite happy.

"Hey. I cherish his talent and help him achieve fame. If he sees me, he should be grateful to me. Duke Qin, your thinking is a bit petty. The so-called gentleman is magnanimous, while the petty person is always worried. Haha, you should be open-minded."

The two had not personally seen how much talent Ning Yi had before, but their evaluation was definitely not simple. At this time, they were quite amazed by this poem and also had some understanding. They joked here a few times, and an old man next to them also came over, "This Ning Liheng, could it be..." He had also gone to the river to play chess with Old Qin and had only met Ning Yi once, knowing that his surname was Ning. At this time, he guessed, and Pan Guangyan also walked over with a smile. Hearing this sentence, he laughed, "Could this Ning Yi be with Imperial Preceptor..."

Kang Xian laughed loudly and said in a low voice, "It's me, Duke Qin, and my little friend Duke Du. I don't think the matter of poetry and lyrics is false. However, this person is low-key, and being friends with him is also a gentleman's friendship like water, not involving too much. Please, Crane Elder, keep it a secret and don't promote it too much."

Pan Guangyan suddenly understood and laughed.

"...So that's how it is."

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If he could have foreseen everything that would happen in Jiangning City this night, Ning Yi didn't know if he would still learn to sing from Xiao Chan in search of a modern feel. Anyway, because of the cold, his thoughts were a little groggy and listless. He had never participated in any of these poetry gatherings, so he naturally couldn't think too much.

After midnight, Ning Yi was still sleeping at this time, unaware of everything. The carriage was traveling on the streets that had gradually become less lively, and the speed was still very slow. The joyous crowd was still crowded on the streets, and the firelight reflected in from outside the carriage. Su Tan'er looked at Xiao Chan in front of her, still holding the piece of paper with the Water Melody Prelude written on it. Xiao Chan lowered her head and blinked, not daring to speak, her mouth pursed tightly.

What happened tonight was a bit bizarre even for her, and she still felt a bit confused. She didn't have top-notch appreciation skills for poetry, and at first glance, she was shocked and amazed, unable to believe that it was actually received from Xiao Chan, but the subsequent development proved that she still underestimated this poem.

Being able to see Xue Jin's shocked and surprised expression after he had bad intentions was indeed a very happy thing. Later, Pu Yangyu and the teachers who were invited to the poetry gathering came over to speak, which also made her feel a certain sense of importance. As the daughter of a merchant, she could understand the weight of this kind of importance.

People say that merchants are profit-seeking, and their status has always been at the bottom of society. Although having money can solve many problems and raise their status, various discriminations still exist. Every year, during major and minor disasters, they contribute money and effort, but they often don't get a good reputation. Grandpa spent a lot of money at the school, just wanting the Su family to produce a group of literati. Even if he threw money at it, at least they could enter the ranks of scholars. She had seen this urgent mood since she was a child.

The Puyang family was the same. They had some achievements. They spent a lot of effort every year to organize this Puyuan Poetry Gathering, and now they had achieved some results, considered to have stepped into the scholar class with half a foot. It's just that the other half of the foot still has a distance to go. Once the Puyuan Poetry Gathering is mentioned, the atmosphere of nouveau riche may be thought of first. From their emphasis on this sudden poem, you can probably understand the benefits of this poem, but... some people actually say that this poem is even better than Cao Guan, Li Pin, and others. How is this possible?

Her level was not enough, and she only liked and admired poetry and lyrics. Because the distance was a bit far, it was like the feeling of idolizing an idol. Before she got married, she had also participated in other poetry gatherings a few times and had seen the scene of top scholars composing poems on the spot, which she only thought was good, and that feeling was really fascinating. Today's Cao Guan, Li Pin, and others are the representatives of Jiangning scholars. Grandpa thought about some talents appearing in the family, but he didn't expect them to be like them, and this poem in hand... was taken out by Xiao Chan, and it is said that it was made by her husband, who clearly had no talent. He used to write such inexplicable poems as "Three lotus roots floating in the blue pool, a raft can be thought of by Ai." Now this poem, although it's good, it can't be like this, right? Or... there may be a secret.

One side of her heart felt uneasy due to the aura of literati, the worship of people like Cao Guan and Li Pin, but the other side of the merchant was still clear-headed, able to deal with everything unexpectedly in a generous and normal way. Until she got off the boat, she could begin to delve into all of this in doubt. She looked at Xiao Chan, whose body seemed to have shrunk a circle, for a moment, and then smiled, "Did Master really write it?" She naturally couldn't have any doubts about Xiao Chan.

"Yes."

"Then... can Xiao Chan tell me everything that happened with Master tonight?"

"Oh."

Xiao Chan nodded, and then began to tell what happened after they left, first telling stories. The specific content of Journey to the West was naturally skipped in a few sentences, only saying that it was about a monster monkey. Then she talked about singing, dancing, and magic tricks.

"Na na, that's how it changes... first hide this bead in your hand..." Xiao Chan repeated the magic trick, but it had already failed when she was preparing to show off in front of her two sisters on the boat, and it failed again at this time, making her frustrated. But after a moment, she still talked about singing and writing poetry.

"...Another way of singing?" Su Tan'er frowned and asked.

"Yes, it's very nice." Chan'er nodded, and then said in a low voice, "Master told me not to sing this randomly, otherwise people will say that Xiao Chan is a little girl who doesn't know anything about changing the lyrics and singing methods..."

In fact, what others said might not be that she didn't know anything. Xiao Chan actually understood this, but naturally there was nothing to hide in front of Miss. Soon after, at Su Tan'er's request, the little girl cleared her throat and began to sing this Water Melody Prelude word by word in the "new" singing method. The music sounded in the carriage, lingering and echoing.

When the music stopped, Juan'er and Xing'er were still in a somewhat dazed state of intoxication, "It's very nice..." Su Tan'er leaned on the carriage and was silent for a long time before asking, "Xiao Chan, you've been with Master for the longest time. What kind of person do you think... he is..."

Xiao Chan thought for a long time, "Master, Master... Xiao Chan thinks that Master is not like a bookworm who only knows how to study. He... is very humorous, sometimes likes to joke, but gives people the feeling that he is very calm, as if nothing matters... but when he speaks, he doesn't talk like those teachers, without any of those philosophical words. And then... uh, then there's nothing else. Anyway, it seems different from what I heard before..."

Su Tan'er nodded slightly after listening.

Turning the street ahead, the Su Mansion will be there...

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