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

Even so, some people still bring up her gender, her background, and her age.

Xu Weixiong is not one to suffer losses, and she has killed so many people over the years.

Do you really think you can't get up there because you don't know martial arts?

Just as she was about to go ashore to make her move, a faint voice suddenly came from behind the man.

"Since you want to go down, then go down."

Before he could even turn around, a tremendous force erupted directly from his lower back.

Chapter Eight: Shangyin Academy, Debate with a Group of Confucian Scholars

"Eh..."

The man only had time to utter a cry of pain before his body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

Then the last thing he saw in his life was Xu Weixiong drawing his sword and slashing at him.

Xu Weixiong was completely unconcerned, and drew his sword to strike down the fallen men.

However, she ignored the corpse that had fallen into the lake and the blood on the sword, and looked at Jiang Xuan with great interest.

If it were any other student from the Shangyin Academy, they would have probably just run far away.

Or perhaps, like the person who died, some feel they have a deep family background in learning, while others want to become famous.

So they jumped out hoping to use Xu Weixiong's influence to soar to great heights.

But people like Jiang Xuan are truly rare.

Just as Xu Weixiong was looking at Jiang Xuan, about to speak, the door to the Shangyin Academy was suddenly opened.

At this moment, a number of people came out of the room. They all had different expressions and their eyes swept over the students one by one.

Finally, the Chief Minister of the Imperial Academy came out. He looked at the people in front of him, unaware of the commotion that had just occurred.

"Which of you is Jiang Xuan?"

Jiang Xuan? !

Upon hearing their names called out individually, many people glanced sideways, showing expressions of surprise.

They all tilted their heads, trying to see who this Jiang Xuan was, that he could summon so many priests, and they even saw Zhang Julu.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, Jiang Xuan glanced at Xu Weixiong and then walked out.

His expression was calm, his movements fluid, and he showed no sign of tension.

"Greetings, Chief Minister Wang, fellow Chief Ministers, teacher, your student Jiang Xuan."

swoosh...

All eyes were on Jiang Xuan, and he could even feel it.

These gazes are filled with a variety of emotions.

Wang Jijiu frowned, holding a sheet of Xuan paper in his hand, and walked over step by step.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw Xu Weixiong.

Xu Weixiong clasped his hands together and bowed in greeting.

"Offering wine."

Wang Jijiu nodded slightly, without saying anything.

Her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xuan, the light in her eyes inscrutable.

"Did you write this?"

Jiang Xuan glanced at it, but before he could speak, Wang Jijiu continued, "When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all other flowers will wither."

“If no one else admits it, then it was indeed written by me.” Jiang Xuan nodded slightly, looking at Wang Jijiu.

Wang Jijiu narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Jiang Xuan, without saying anything.

At this moment, many people muttered to themselves, pondering the meaning of those two sentences.

Xu Weixiong frowned and looked at Jiang Xuan.

"The fragrance of incense fills Chang'an, the whole city is adorned with golden armor?"

At this point, he looked at Jiang Xuan again, but his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Then what does this sentence mean? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Many people's expressions turned ugly upon hearing what Wang Jijiu said.

Because Jiang Xuan's poem can be said to be completely undisguised.

Even if the name is changed, who can't understand this kind of reference?

However, some people's eyes lit up. They suddenly thought of the literary world, where many people cursed the court and denounced the emperor in order to leave their mark on history.

For some, this is a means to gain fame.

Therefore, when they looked at Jiang Xuan, they revealed a strange expression.

Wow, that's some serious sarcasm!

But the next second, their eyes revealed a look of confusion.

After all, using such a rebellion as a pretext could easily backfire.

After all, you might not only lose your reputation, but also your life.

That takes some courage.

However, many more people were furious and couldn't help but point at Jiang Xuan and curse him.

"Who do you think you are, daring to claim that the fragrance of incense permeates Chang'an and that the entire city is adorned with golden armor? Do you even have the power to do that?"

"Exactly, I've seen plenty of people like that, always complaining and thinking about overthrowing the court. Bah! He's just a well-known madman."

"Chancellor Wang, don't waste words with this kind of person. Report it directly to the court, put him on the 'chair of regret' and the 'tiger bench,' and lock him up for another three to five years. He'll then know to be afraid."

Wang Jijiu ignored what the others were saying and just stared at Jiang Xuan, as if trying to see something in the other's eyes.

However, Jiang Xuan remained calm, looking directly into the eyes of the Chief Minister Wang, and said leisurely, "What Chief Minister Wang thinks is what this poem is."

Ok?

Many people were surprised when Jiang Xuan said this.

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Xuan ignored them and continued, "After I finish writing this poem, it will just be a work bearing my name."

"What I think is not important; what matters is what the readers think. After all, a thousand people will have a thousand different opinions."

"If someone wants to cause trouble, I can imprison the current emperor with a poem he writes or even just three sentences he utters casually."

After saying this, his gaze fell on the people behind Wang Jijiu.

He looked at the numerous students, the chief minister, and Zhang Julu, the current Grand Secretary.

"If you want to incriminate someone, why bother?"

Upon hearing Jiang Xuan's words, many people stood frozen in surprise.

After all these years, this was the first time they had ever seen such an explanation.

Unlike others who wrote anti-Chinese poems, Jiang Xuan did not have the arrogance of wanting to become famous, nor the panic of being discovered, nor the excitement or exhilaration.

He looked at everyone calmly, as if the person standing in front of him was not the Chancellor of Shangyin Academy, but also Zhang Julu, the Grand Secretary of the Imperial Court.

They were just a group of ordinary people, the most ordinary of all.

Many people looked displeased and resentful upon sensing Jiang Xuan's gaze.

After all, which of them who were able to come to Shangyin Academy wasn't a scion of a prominent family? Which of them wasn't a well-known figure in the area?

How could Jiang Xuan look at them like that? What right does he have to do so!

Listening to the surrounding crowd's condemnation, Xu Weixiong watched Jiang Xuan's retreating figure with great interest.

She found it interesting when she heard her teacher recite this poem.

After all, this poem carries a sense of pride!

And confidence.

She was curious about where Jiang Xuan's confidence came from.

After all, the current Liyang Dynasty is not something that can be overthrown by a mere scholar with a few words.

He even revealed a date and how he led his men to attack Tai'an.

Is it "Curse of the Golden Flower"?

Although some of the words are metaphors, this kind of confidence cannot be obtained through mere imagination.

What's even more interesting is her teacher, Wang Jijiu.

It should be noted that Chief Minister Wang is not a pedantic person. If that were the case, why would he accept a woman as his disciple and take a person from Beiliang as his apprentice?

Moreover, her temper and methods caused Wang Jijiu a lot of trouble.

Chapter Nine: Let me go? Fine!

Even so, the Grand Master of Ceremonies said nothing.

After all, Xu Weixiong's strength and talent are undeniable, and no one can say anything about it.

Moreover, with the military strategist Han Guzi backing him up, who would dare to utter a single word?

Therefore, Xu Weixiong could tell that his teacher's demeanor was clearly not an attempt to cause trouble, but rather a test.

He wanted to see what kind of person this Jiang Xuan was.

This Jiang Xuan seems quite interesting.

Whether it was the sunset glow and the lone wild goose flying together, or the autumn waters merging with the vast sky, it was all beautiful.

The fragrance of incense still fills Chang'an, and the whole city is adorned with golden armor.

Although the styles are different, you can tell that this guy has something special.