Because Wang Hua refused to surrender to Liu Jin, he would rather give up his power position. Even if he was demoted to Nanjing, he would have no regrets. For his own future, he admitted that he was his disciple in front of the world. Although such a person is not extraordinary, in Ye Chunqiu's heart, it is really a surprise to have such a mentor.

Looking at Ye Chunqiu who was kneeling to him, Wang Hua was very happy. At first, he admitted that Ye Chunqiu was his disciple, and he had the intention of repaying kindness and expedient measures. However, after reading the inscription on the humble room, he loved Ye Chunqiu even more.

Who wouldn't like such a boy? He stood up and in front of everyone, he helped Ye Chunqiu up: "There is no need for politeness in Chunqiu, I..." He wanted to say to this official, but suddenly realized that from now on, he would change his words, so he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Come on, there is no need for politeness in Chunqiu." He lowered his voice and said to Ye Chunqiu: "I haven't sent the ritual of Shu Xiu, so I have to pay my respects to my master. It's not good, not good, I'll come to your house with your father tomorrow, but the ritual of the teacher will be filled."

Ye Chunqiu couldn't smile bitterly, and said embarrassedly: "Yes, yes."

A literary fight may not be of much interest to ordinary people, but it is wonderful for those who are watching the battle today. Because of the rudeness, the inscription of this humble room is probably going to become popular again. At this time, the Taibai Ji Shu Office, who was responsible for recording this literary fight, had already returned to Nanjing in a hurry.

We must speed up and quickly inform Wang Fang of this incident immediately. Wang Shushang must also launch the eighth edition as soon as possible. Before the literary fight spreads, we will use this wonderful literary fight as the selling point of the new version of Taibai Collection.

Ye Jing was overjoyed at this time and was busy coming to Wang Hua to pay homage. For him, he was surprised to win Mr. Minglu, but the Spring and Autumn apprenticeship was the real celebration. This was Wang Hua, the emperor's teacher and a model of morality. Ye Jing also had a powerful side at this time. He knew very well that although Ye Chunqiu could not learn much from Wang Hua, but with the halo of Wang Hua's disciple, let alone the world, he only talked about the south of the Yangtze River. Qiu's net worth is more than ten times higher; not to mention that Wang Hua has been an official for many years and was once a high position and power. I don't know how many people he promoted. Many people regard him as his role model. Now this disciple will naturally benefit a lot. It would be fine if Ye Chunqiu failed to pass the imperial examination. In the future, once he was in high school, the starting point would be absolutely not comparable to ordinary people. I am afraid that even if Liu Jian, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet Chief, had a son in high school, the starting point would be roughly the same.

What's more, sons and disciples are different. Sons are blood relatives, so most important officials in the court dare not promote them blatantly if they have their own sons as officials. However, disciples are formed because of appreciation, so there is no need to avoid suspicion. The disciples who are attracted by the dignified Wangbutang must be great talents, so what's wrong with using them?

The disciple of the Emperor.

After Ye Jing saw this, when he thought of this, he couldn't help but couldn't help but talk from the serious face. Fortunately, Wang Hua deliberately did not pay attention to him, which saved him from embarrassment.

Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing accompanied Wang Hua back to Nanjing. Wang Hua was already exhausted, so he naturally went home first. Ye Chunqiu was not prepared enough for the training ceremony and was not easy to come to the door at this time, so he pulled his father who almost wanted to come directly and parted ways with his mentor.

But Wang Hua was in a good mood when he returned to the mansion. He liked this disciple very much. When he returned to the back garden, he saw his daughter coming towards him, and said with a smile: "How about you today's writing fight?"

Miss Wang's pretty face looked a little embarrassed: "My daughter has learned it just now. The news spreads very quickly. Now half of Nanjing has known it. 'The Master said: Why is it so ugly?' is the finishing touch..." Miss Wang said quietly, but suddenly thought of Ye Chunqiu who was in the flower boat last time. Under the moonlight, that guy... seemed to be still dashing. Although he couldn't see his true face clearly in the dark, he felt like he was alone under the moon and was out of place.

Uh... He clearly did that, and there were so many "artistic conceptions" there. Miss Wang found it funny, but she really admired this. She was so impressed by this. I'm afraid that her father was far inferior to her.

Wang Hua laughed and felt very embarrassed: "Hey, I still want everyone to have fun, but you all know, this... I can't help but feel a little regretful. Jingchu, what do you think of this as a proud disciple of my father?"

Miss Wang called Wang Jingchu. She frowned her eyebrows, her pretty face as cream froze slightly, and she looked at Wang Hua in surprise: "Did your father really accept him as a disciple?"

Wang Hua cared about his long beard and stroked it again. He seemed in a good mood today. At first, he was still hesitant when he was considering taking Ye Chunqiu into the wall. After all, his identity was a little sensitive, but once he made up his mind, he became cheerful. The guy in the Forbidden City was simply a stain on his life. The dignified top scholar had cultivated such a monster. Now he finally had a reliable disciple. Even if someone said that there was something wrong with his imperial teacher rashly accepting disciples, he would not care about it. Right and wrong, everyone would comment. Anyway, the court had no regulations, and the imperial teacher could not accept disciples, right?

Thinking of the little emperor, Wang Hua became depressed again. Recently, more and more rumors of nonsense have already come to his ears. The senior brother of Chunqiu is really worrying, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly and said to Wang Jingchu: "I have accepted it. I can't find such a good boy. I have a very good knowledge, diligent and studious, and I have a good attitude towards things. I have no bad habits. I wait for him to send a gift to him."

Wang Jingchu was silent, only hearing the word "bad habit" and a little dazed.

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The literary battle in Linxiantai was passed on to the Imperial College earlier than when Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing returned to the Imperial College.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Dr. Zhou came with a smile. He came on behalf of several academic officials. The academic officials didn't ask much about Linxiantai. After thinking about it, he sent Dr. Zhou. What Dr. Zhou really cared about was the relationship between Ye Chunqiu and Wang Hua.

That Wangbutang is an emperor's teacher, which is an extraordinary identity. He heard that Ye Chunqiu would take the ritual of Xiu to the right to become a disciple tomorrow. Dr. Zhou was not careless and said hurriedly: "Since it is a ritual of apprenticeship, you cannot be negligent, and you cannot have any negligence. Chunqiu, Wangbutang is not an ordinary person. He accepts you as a disciple, but he is afraid that he will be under a lot of pressure. Although there are many teachers of the emperor, there are only one who truly teaches the emperor to read."
Chapter completed!