After lectures, we discuss the Tao.

These steps have naturally undergone many drills before the conference was held.

Although time seems a little rushed, it is impossible to make mistakes.

...

at the same time.

News about this literary conference also spread rapidly in the imperial city.

In the teahouse, people gathered together and listened to the storyteller depicting the scene of Haishan teaching in the Daxia Academy.

"By the way, although the sea and mountain were born in the northern wilderness, when he was born, the Wenqu star in the sky was trembling and shaking, as if it could fall from the sky at any time!"

The storyteller is thin, has a wide forehead and a little rat-like appearance on his face.

When talking, I danced and was very devoted.

He added fuel to the fire and exaggerated how Haishan taught in the Daxia Academy and how he debated several great scholars were speechless.

It seems that these things are what he has seen with his own eyes.

This is naturally impossible.

The debate process between Haishan and the great scholars of the Daxia Academy was unseen.

What I explained in detail at the Daxia Academy was also from the mouths of those students.

finally.

Some people really couldn't stand this storyteller's praise of foreign races, belittled Daxia, and threw the tea bowl on the table.

"Bang!"

The sound of the porcelain breaking was shocking.

The middle-aged man in a short shirt and exposed a large piece of greasy skin stood up, stretched out his thick and short fingers, pointed at him and scolded:

"You storyteller, just recognize the alien as your ancestor, and praise him as if you were the star Wenqu to earth!"

"Yes, you just recognize the thief as your father!"

The emotions of the people are simple and simple.

I was already full of anger, but now someone takes the lead, so I stand up and cheer.

The storyteller seemed to be shocked, but he was unwilling to accept it.

"Bang!"

He knocked on the board suddenly and said loudly with his neck tightly, "But if the leader of the barbarian tribe was not Wenquxing, how could he argue that a group of great scholars were convinced, which made so many students in the Daxia Academy admire him!"

This is a fact.

The messy teahouse slowly calmed down.

Everyone stopped, and the storyteller had a smug smile on his face.

It seems that by belittling others, you can be superior to others.

"Isn't there really no one in our Daxia who is as good as the alien race in terms of knowledge?"

A voice of unwillingness came out of the crowd.

"I think there is..."

The person who spoke was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child with red lips and white teeth, and a bun-like boy bun, which was very cute.

"Go and go, what do children know, don't talk nonsense!"

When people who were talking were a child, who were already looking forward to it, were suddenly disappointed.

They turned their heads one after another and looked elsewhere.

At this time, the boy was not panicked, but chanted in a tender voice: "The spring tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides!"

"Yes!"

The people's eyes lit up.

Everyone remembered that day, at the top of the Sutra Pavilion, the figure in white clothes was as beautiful as a fairy in the world.

"snort!"

The storyteller seemed a little unhappy, and he snorted coldly: "The saint is strong, but don't forget..."

Halfway said.

The rest was held back into his stomach. He turned around and saw two people looking at him coldly in the corner of the teahouse.

The eyes were like looking at a dead person, which scared him to collapse on the ground.

At this time.

He remembered that in this imperial city, the saints always had to praise and not slander the taboos in private occasions.

Her majesty even surpasses the imperial power of the world.

...

It's evening.

In a bookstore on the innermost floor of the study room.

The young eunuch pushed open the door, lowered his head, and walked carefully from outside the door with a hurry.

He bowed and handed over a file.

But Jiang Heng did not take it as usual.

The little eunuch dared not move, and bowed for a full quarter of an hour, but couldn't stand it. Then he raised his waist slightly and spoke gently: "Your Majesty..."

"Um!"

Jiang Heng woke up and raised his head suddenly.

The little eunuch was shocked.

Seeing Jiang Heng's face was pale and his hair was shaking, his deep eyes were covered with blood, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Although he looks young, he has been serving Jiang Heng for two or three years.

Over the years, Emperor Weiyuanting Yue Zhi was unfathomable. He had never seen His Majesty look so out of control.

"Bang!"

The little eunuch hurriedly fell to the ground.

While kowtowing, he shouted: "Slave deserves to die, slave deserves to die!"

"You did it right...why is it a crime?"

Jiang Heng seemed very tired, reached out and rubbed his eyes, waved his hand gently, "Get up."

The little eunuch breathed a sigh of relief.

I just felt that I had saved my life, so I quickly submitted the secret letter in my hand.

"This is from the Daxia Academy."

"oh?"

Jiang Heng showed an interesting look on his face, and the secret letter opened it.

He looked at it for a while, then a definite expression appeared on his face.

Agriculture, animal husbandry, classics and theories, astrology, military strategy... In the literary society, Haishan debated these knowledge with the great scholars, and they had a victory or defeat.

It is said that there is a victory or defeat between each other, but in fact, the Daxia Academy has already lost.

After all, Haishan is just one person, while Daxia Academy is a group of people.

Looking at the thick and fresh book on the table, Jiang Heng fell into deep thought.

These books were taken from the Sutra Pavilion today.

Unable to resist the curiosity in his heart, Jiang Heng took it in his hand, so he tried to choose a few books and opened it to read one or two.

However, I never thought that opening these books is like opening the door to taboos.

The scene described above is incredible.

Iron birds that can fly in the sky without relying on the energy formation, giant dragons that can destroy the light and flames of the world... These objects that make people imagine that they are vast and magical, but they have simple truths in the book that they can operate.

The first half volume of this book made Jiang Heng feel yearning for it.

The half volume behind him made him feel like he fell into a deep abyss, and he even had the urge to tear the book away and burn it.

Freedom, equality, rule of law... These ideas undoubtedly fundamentally deny the foundation of imperial rule.

But when he calmed down.

Jiang Heng couldn't help but think seriously. After experiencing so many things, is the foundation of the vast territory of Daxia ruled the Thirteen Prefectures and a million miles away?
To be continued...