"Meteorological poems! This is a meteorological poem!" A teacher stared at the warm sun with tears in his eyes: "The Great Shang Dynasty only had more than ten meteorological poems, and now a boy has written them! God bless me, the Great Shang Dynasty, and God bless me, the Wu Dynasty.

Hou County!"

A teacher slumped down in his seat, grabbed the tea cup and took a big sip regardless of who was drinking it. He lost his teacher-like manner: "No one can tell anyone what happened today, we have to hide it, otherwise..."

"Hide your shit!" A sudden curse came out, and the county magistrate in official uniform jumped out of the boat and hurried over.

"Leave it to eat ashes!" the county magistrate scolded as he ran: "Who dares to touch such a genius! He is an enemy of the entire Dashang and the entire human race! Tomorrow... no! Today... later! Go back later

I told the magistrate to write a note and submit it to the capital, and to send him a hundred and eighty imperial guards!"

The county government academy is on the same street, very close to each other. After hearing the news, the county magistrate didn't even have time to sit in the sedan chair, so he ran all the way from the county government office.

Fortunately, looking at it now, the matter has been resolved. And Li Xianyuan also gave them a big surprise.

The aura of awe dissipated, and the bloody words fell from the air, staining the vegetation.

Li Xianyuan staggered, his face was pale and indifferent, he stepped forward and hugged Situ Yanran who was leaning backward.

Her hair was messy, her cheeks were both beautiful and ugly, pale, and her lips were bloodless. She looked at Li Xianyuan with tired eyes, exhausted mentally and physically, and her lips were slightly parted.

Seeing this, Li Xianyuan stroked her hair gently and covered half of her face. Situ Yanran was relieved and fell limply and unconsciously in Li Xianyuan's arms.

After handing Situ Yanran over to the female master who came forward, Li Xianyuan couldn't hold on anymore. He stumbled forward and fell, but was supported by the county magistrate who rushed over.

"He's fine, he's just mentally and physically exhausted." The county magistrate checked and said to the teachers who were getting nervous. He also called several other officials who had come with him and asked them to carry Li Xianyuan to a side room.

The county magistrate seemed to be really frightened and shouted: "Where is Huo Jinglun! Such a big thing can't be avoided!"

A calm voice came from behind: "You are so hot-tempered. After being the county magistrate for more than ten years, your temper has not been smoothed out yet."

The county magistrate suddenly turned around and glared at the belated middle-aged Confucian scholar: "Huo Jinglun! We asked you to be the vice president of Jingshen Academy, not to let you die without saving the students when they are in crisis! If the three of them

If you really do something bad, I'll take it from you!"

Dean Huo said leisurely: "Fang Zhenghao. Since they have embarked on the path of being scholars, sooner or later they will be in danger and be surrounded by dangers."

The county magistrate was really angry and refused to give in. His voice was loud and sonorous: "This is Tongsheng Academy. Half of the students can't summon the spirit of awe-inspiring. You let the infant baby go into danger!? The poem written by Situ Yanran today is almost remarkable.

How should you deal with the weather situation! If Li Xianyuan hadn't been quick to think of it and wrote a poem about the weather to resolve it, Situ Yanran would definitely not be alive!"

Dean Huo shook his head and said with the same stubbornness: "Misfortune lies where blessings depend, and blessing lies where misfortune lies. If it hadn't been for what happened today, how would we have discovered that Li Xianyuan had a great talent? Besides, everything was safe and sound."

"A fallacy! Absolutely a fallacy!" the county magistrate was so angry that he glared.

The teachers looked on, not knowing how to intervene to save the situation.

Dean Huo and Fang Xiancheng were Jinshi scholars at the same time and were classmates for several years. They were sent to Wuhou County together and had known each other for more than ten years. Therefore, Huo Jinglun knew him very well. He was usually upright and approachable and had no airs. But once he got angry, he would

No horse can pull him back.

He sighed softly, no longer sullen, and said softly: "Zhenghao, a thousand miles east of my Wuhou County is Chentangguan, the East China Sea is guarded by the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and the South China Sea is guarded by the Nanhai Dragon Palace and Penglai Immortal Island. The other three sides

They are all from other countries. Our big business is located in the middle of the Pure Land, far away from the edge. Naturally, I have no worries.

"But these students, sooner or later, they will set foot in the edge of the land, and even leave the pure land to fight with evil spirits outside the territory. Do you hope that when they face the evil spirits with such filthy odors, they will be so scared that they can't even pick up a pen?"

Fang Xian Cheng had a cold face and said after a while: "If Li Xianyuan and Situ Yanran are fine, let this matter be dropped. If anything happens to them...you should take care of it yourself."

After that, he tossed his sleeves and robe, turned around and left.

Watching Fang Xian Cheng board a boat and leave the island in the middle of the lake, Dean Huo said to Xue Lu: "Go and ask someone to invite the doctor from the Qing Medical Clinic."

…

The poetry fair that went smoothly in previous years came to an end this year. However, it spread to the entire Wuhou City at several times the usual speed.

The centerpiece of the matter was Li Xianyuan's meteorological poem and Situ Yanran's visionary poem, as well as some side stories. For example, Liu Shixin, the son of a salt merchant, got into trouble and was hit in the face with a teacup, etc. It was made a joke.

At first some people didn’t believe it. How precious are meteorological poems? Since the founding of the Shang Dynasty, there were only a dozen or so poems in the thousands of years since the founding of the Shang Dynasty, almost a handful. But now they were written by a person who had just passed the Tongsheng Examination. If it is true, those universities above the imperial court

Dr. Shi should really commit suicide by jumping into the river.

But then, news came out from the county government. The result was a gasp.

Li Xianyuan really wrote a poem about meteorology. And the matter has been written on the paper, and it was quickly submitted to Xinjing.

Suddenly, Wuhou City was in an uproar.

At this time, the instigator had just woken up. His eyes opened, and the spreading black eyes gradually shrank.

"What time is it?" Li Xianyuan remained motionless.

He frowned slightly, feeling a splitting headache and an empty space between his brows, a side effect of using up his awe-inspiring energy.

"Wei Shi. You have been unconscious for two hours." The female student on the side said. She has a beautiful face, and it can be seen that she was quite charming when she was young.

The academic director is a civil servant, responsible for academic regulations and guidance. Li Xianyuan's matter was so important that Dean Huo sent an academic director to keep an eye on it.

"How about Situ Yanran?"

"She has been in a barrier. She is tired and has not yet woken up. She is next door. Just stay here and I will go and see her."

Li Xianyuan nodded and closed his eyelids again after Xuelu pushed the door closed and left.

…

Next door, Situ Yanran opened her eyes and said in a weak voice: "What time is it?"

"Wei Shi. You were unconscious for two hours." Xue Lu said not long after he came in.

"How is Li Xianyuan?"

Xuelu had a strange look in his eyes. The two of them always asked the time and each other as soon as they woke up. He couldn't help but smile a little: "I just came over there, and he just woke up."

…

A few breaths later, Li Xianyuan appeared in the bright hall.

As expected, "Die Lian Hua" squeezes out the two poems in the middle. The two poems of "Prodigy" and "Gu Lang Yue Xing" are unwilling to be left and right. Moreover, there are differences between the two poems of "Die Lian Hua".

The vivid shadow of a colorful butterfly flaps its wings and gradually fades away, while new colorful butterflies appear and surround the poem, repeating the cycle.

Above the bright hall, the starry sky is empty.

A meteorological poem, leaving the bright hall unchanged, except...

Li Xianyuan turned around and saw a shocking crack across the mud wall. Countless branches spread outward.

If you reach out and compare, you can see that the cracks can fit into your fist. You can almost push them down if you reach out and touch them.

I think the clicking sound I heard when I was writing a righteousness song came from this.
Chapter completed!