Snow: The Crown Prince of Chu, forced into marriage by the Minister of the Southern Palace with his

The writer's personality can be seen from the characters themselves: unrestrained, unwilling to be bound, and quite knowledgeable and ambitious.

Zhang Julu nodded slightly. At this moment, no one in the Shangyin Academy paid any attention to him.

After all, almost everyone present was arguing.

They are broadly divided into three factions.

Some people believe that this poem is a complete anti-rebel poem, and that its author, even if not a rebel now, might be a rebel in the future.

So they planned to capture Jiang Xuan and interrogate him first.

The principle is to resolutely punish the wrongdoers and not let them go unpunished!

Some people also felt that this poem was a warning, a warning to themselves and to the Shangyin Academy.

It was even a warning from the Li Yang Dynasty.

Therefore, they believed that the person who wrote this poem was a genius.

Even if he is somewhat dissatisfied with the Li Yang Dynasty, the other party has come to the Shang Yin Academy and even took the initiative to write this poem.

This proves that this person still approves of the Li Yang Dynasty and wants to change it.

Otherwise, why would they bother?

Did you come here and write a poem just to make yourself miserable?

impossible!

As for the remaining part, it is completely neutral.

They didn't consider whether the poem was anti- or anti-revolutionary; they only studied it from a literary perspective and thought it was good, both in its description and its theme.

Therefore, you should join the Shangyin Academy.

Zhang Julu looked at the poem that had suddenly become so lively in the Shangyin Academy, which had been quiet and gentle for decades.

He chuckled and shook his head, thinking that this poem had indeed caused quite a stir.

However, in his view, this poem...

Not bad.

It suits his taste perfectly.

Most importantly, he felt that the author of this poem was like a catfish released into a pond.

It can bring this lifeless pond to life and give it a fresh look!

Thinking of this, he looked at the signature at the bottom of the corner and muttered something to himself.

"Jiang Xuan..."

Chapter Seven: Da Yi Lake, by Xu Weixiong

Jiang Xuan was unaware that a heated argument was taking place at the Shangyin Academy because of his poem.

Even if he knew, Jiang Xuan wouldn't show any extra expression.

He stood there quietly watching Lake Dayi, when a small boat silently moved by.

Jiang Xuan seemed not to be looking at that person; his gaze remained fixed in front of him.

That was the sunset glow on the horizon, which illuminated Dayi Lake in a crimson hue.

Meanwhile, an unidentified bird flew by in the sky, chirping "ah ah".

"The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together; the autumn waters blend seamlessly with the vast sky!"

Although Jiang Xuan's mutterings were not loud, they were still audible to others.

At Shangyin Academy, the previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

However, they weren't looking at Jiang Xuan, but rather at the person on the pleasure boat on Lake Da Yi.

At this moment, the person sitting on the boat suddenly put down the book in his hand and looked at Jiang Xuan.

The man was dressed in a blue robe with a black headband, and at that moment he was holding a book in one hand.

Looking at it from afar, Jiang Xuan discovered that it was a book not favored by the scholars of Liyang at the time, titled "The Record of Craftsmen".

However, Jiang Xuan was not interested in the "Kaogongji" (Record of Trades) nor in this woman in blue.

However, the woman's boat stopped right in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Xuan frowned slightly.

The woman was pretty with fair skin, but her hair was pulled up high, making her look like a man.

Although she concealed her daughter-like appearance, it added a touch of heroic spirit to her, and her gaze fell on Jiang Xuan.

"Did you write that poem just now?"

Jiang Xuan frowned but remained silent.

In his view, one should introduce oneself before speaking.

Xu Weixiong showed absolutely no respect and immediately began asking questions.

Moreover, the words he spoke were extremely forceful.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan looked at the other person with a cold expression, remaining silent and condescending.

Xu Weixiong frowned slightly, and when she looked at Jiang Xuan, her face showed displeasure: "I'm talking to you, how can you be so rude?"

Jiang Xuan sneered upon hearing this, still looking at her: "Is this how people from the Shangyin Academy follow the rules?"

Xu Weixiong frowned slightly. Among the students of Shangyin Academy, no one had ever dared to speak to her like that.

Even the teachers and high priests mostly treated her with utmost respect.

After all, there aren't many people who can compose poems and debate with her.

Before Xu Weixiong could even speak, the students on the shore shrank back, afraid of getting splashed with blood.

It should be noted that Xu Weixiong was no ordinary person; he held an unshakeable position in the entire Shangyin Academy and even in the entire Liyang literary world.

This person is well-versed in ancient musical scores and instruments, deeply knowledgeable in geomancy, and possesses remarkable poetic talent and profound understanding.

Furthermore, she was recognized as the top candidate on the Rouge sub-list based on her talent.

Xu Weixiong was an exceptional horseman and a first-rate swordsman, wielding the ancient sword Hongchi, which could cut through iron like mud.

Even at the age of thirteen, she was already capable of killing people and had reaped three hundred heads.

Xu Weixiong entered the Shangyin Academy at the age of sixteen and became a disciple of the chief priest, Wang Jijiu, as well as the military strategist Han Guzi.

It should be noted that many people were dissatisfied at the time, but Xu Weixiong did not argue and simply drew his sword and killed one of them.

That's just his personality; he's capable of both intellectual and physical confrontations.

Xu Weixiong studied the strategies of kings and hegemons, as well as the art of diplomacy and alliances, at the Shangyin Academy.

Besides his prowess in poetry and prose, he was also known as "Xu Shiqie Shisan" in chess, having created the nineteen-line chessboard. He even lost ten consecutive games to literary masters before fleeing in defeat.

Jiang Xuan's gaze fell on Xu Weixiong. He naturally recognized this famous talented woman.

However, he really couldn't tolerate the other party's arrogance.

After all, he wasn't one of those weak and helpless students who would simply let Xu Weixiong draw his sword and slash him.

Seeing Jiang Xuan and Xu Weixiong looking at each other, and considering what he had just said...

Those around who knew Xu Weixiong all turned their attention to Jiang Xuan.

They thought to themselves, "It's over. This new guy is probably going to get his blood spilled at Dayi Lake today."

If it weren't for Xu Weixiong, perhaps some people would have spoken up for her, but this old lady has killed countless people over the years.

Besides being a member of the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion, her talent and learning were beyond reproach.

If you ask her why she killed someone, you'll get eight hundred different answers, and she'll even have reasons to kill you.

But she wouldn't explain why; she would usually just draw her sword and start slashing.

And this is Xu Weixiong.

Xu Weixiong looked at Jiang Xuan at this moment. She was in a good mood today, after all, the weather was nice.

Moreover, she was more concerned about the poem that came before Jiang Xuan's later words.

The sunset glows and a lone wild goose fly together; the autumn waters blend seamlessly with the vast sky!

Xu Weixiong gazed at the scenery of Dayi Lake before him, at the distant, layered mountain peaks, and at the lone bird crying mournfully in the sky…

Xu Weixiong glanced at Jiang Xuan again, but she still gripped her sword and slowly stood up.

Gulu...

Faced with the eye contact between Jiang Xuan and Xu Weixiong, many people present felt an inexplicable pressure.

Some of the new students knew Xu Weixiong, so they instinctively stepped back.

And some, even if they know, don't care at all.

A man stepped forward, chuckled, and then looked at Jiang Xuan and Xu Weixiong.

"What are you two doing? Do you think there's no one in the Yin Academy? You dare to bark and howl here while the teachers are grading papers!"

Xu Weixiong looked coldly at the student, and then heard her icy voice reach everyone's ears.

"get down."

Although the student was standing by the water, he felt the coldness emanating from Xu Weixiong and the long sword in his hand, so he subconsciously took a step back.

But then, as if remembering something, he took another step forward and stood on the shore.

"I'm right here, come up here!" The man looked at Xu Weixiong with a fierce but cowardly expression and continued.

"She's just a woman. They may fear your powerful backers, but I'm not!"

"If you ask me, a woman like you should have been kicked out of Shangyin Academy long ago!"

Although Xu Weixiong's face was expressionless, the veins on her fair palms bulged, proving that she was not as calm as she appeared.

After all these years, even though she is exceptionally talented in writing, and many literary masters in Liyang are ashamed of their own abilities.