Evil Master and Disciple

Seeing the subtle change in Old Man Wen's expression, Ye Feng smiled secretly in his heart.

Although Wang Anshi did not write many poems and essays, the ones that have been passed down are all famous works that have been passed down through the ages.

I just don't believe I can't control the situation.

Old Man Wen read the poem written by Ye Feng, then looked up at Ye Feng again.

So many times.

Ye Feng said, "Just now I came from outside the palace and saw the plum blossoms in the corner, so I was inspired to write this. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, old man."

Old Man Wen said, "The language is simple, yet profound. The word 'corner' is a stroke of genius. It's inconspicuous, not easily known, and even less appreciated, yet it doesn't care. It blooms alone. This poem not only describes the pride of the plum blossom, but also its color and fragrance... Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful..."

Old Man Wen said three wonderful words in a row.

Then he exclaimed, "I have studied for nearly a hundred years, but this is the first time I have seen such a wonderful poem about plum blossoms. I have written several poems about plum blossoms before, but compared with yours, they are simply unbearable. It is really wonderful.

But this calligraphy seems to be not worthy of being worthy of being called elegant. I wonder who your master is..."

Ye Feng was stunned. Familiar formula, familiar routine...

Could it be that this old man also wants to take me in as his disciple by taking advantage of my ugly calligraphy?!

Ye Feng doesn't want to be a disciple anymore.

Since Master Yi is not here, he can worship Qiu Changlin as his Confucian master.

But now Qiu Changlin is in the imperial city, right in front of him, and he wants to use Qiu Changlin's hand to deal with that old woman and get some luck for the dynasty.

If Qiu Changlin knew that I had worshipped a Confucian master again, he would break my legs.

Ye Feng quickly said, "I just became Dean Qiu's disciple the day before yesterday."

"What? Are you Mr. Qiu's disciple?"

"Qiu... old man?"

When Ye Feng heard how Old Man Wen addressed Qiu Changlin, the head of the Hanlin Academy, he was stunned.

Who is this old man? How dare he speak so arrogantly?

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt something in his heart.

Is this old man’s surname Wen?

Could it be Wen Lianggong, one of the six sub-sages of Confucianism?

Yes, that’s right, it must be Wen Lianggong, otherwise who would dare to call Qiu Changlin “Old Man Qiu”.

Ye Feng quickly said: "Mr. Qiu is indeed my master."

"He has such little education, what can he teach you?"

"Mr. Qiu said that my handwriting is not very good. Recently, I have been learning calligraphy from Mr. Qiu in the Sage Building."

"He even let you into the Sage Building? This old bastard is shameless! What's the difference between his flying white and cursive script? It's hard to recognize what he wrote, and he still has the nerve to call himself a master of calligraphy! He still has the nerve to teach people calligraphy and mislead students! Bah!" Old man Wen cursed.

Princess Changning stared at her husband in amazement.

That's not right. In my memory, Mr. Wen was just like his name, gentle and refined. I have never seen Mr. Wen lose his composure like this.

For a moment, Princess Changning was a little slow to react.

After Old Man Wen cursed a few times, he looked at Ye Feng again and said, "May I know your name, sir?"

Ye Feng glanced at Princess Changning and seemed a little hesitant.

This Princess Changning is Lin Yi's biological sister.

He was now a little poet in the human world, and Princess Changning loved poetry. She must have read his poems. If he let her know his identity and told Lin Yi that he had sneaked into the palace...

If Lin Yi was on guard, how could he kill Lin Yi quietly with a sword?

Old Man Wen was very wise. When he saw Ye Feng's hesitant expression and glanced at Princess Changning, he knew that this kid had something to hide.

He said, "Changning, I have something to say to this young master. Please wait outside the hall first."

"Forehead……"

Princess Changning was a little confused again.

However, although she was the princess of the current dynasty, she did not dare to disobey Mr. Wen's words.

He glared at Ye Feng hatefully, then bowed and said, "Student, take your leave."

She angrily walked out of Jiaotai Palace with her maid Yu'er.

Yu'er asked, "What's wrong, Princess? Who is that boy? Did he make you angry?"

"How am I supposed to know who he is? How did Dean Qiu suddenly have a disciple? I'm so pissed!"

"Ah, that boy is the disciple of Dean Qiu? I can't tell, I thought he was a pervert! Princess, are we going back to Changning Palace?"

"No, I'm going to block this kid here!"

Inside the hall, Old Man Wen said, "Sir, Changning has left. Can you tell me about your body movements now?"

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "Before I reveal my identity, I would like to ask if you are Mr. Wen, one of the six sub-sages of Confucianism today."

Old Man Wen said calmly, "My name is Wen Lianggong."

Ye Feng quickly clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I am Ye Feng, a student, and I pay my respects to Mr. Wen."

Old Man Wen didn't seem too surprised. He looked at Ye Feng and Sanzhier on his shoulder.

He said, "So you are Ye Feng, the little poet who has recently gained fame. I just heard that you taught a few demonic monks a lesson at Tianhong Restaurant yesterday. I wanted to send someone to find you and discuss poetry with you, but I didn't expect you to come to the palace on your own and even take Old Man Qiu as your calligraphy master."

What happened at Tianhong Restaurant yesterday has already spread throughout the capital.

The capital city is a gathering place for intellectuals and scholars, and there are a large number of scholars. The appearance of Ye Feng, the young poet, in the capital city immediately caused a huge sensation.

Old Man Wen, who was inside the palace walls, was the first to learn the news.

Which great scholar would not love this genius of poetry and prose?

This kid carries a little green-haired beast with him, and he also writes such excellent poems and essays.

Who else could it be besides Ye Feng?

It’s a pity that I was a step too late and was beaten to the punch by that old bastard Qiu Changlin.

Ye Feng appeared in Jiaotai Hall. It must have been that old man who sent him here to piss him off.

However, Old Man Wen rolled his eyes and came up with a plan to deal with it.

He motioned Ye Feng to sit down.

Then he asked, "Master Ye, since you know my name, you should know what I am good at."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Rumor has it that you are the current painting saint."

"That's right, old Qiu is shameless, claiming to be the current calligraphy master. I am a real talent, and I deserve the title of painting master.

For scholars, calligraphy is just a way of writing. Only painting is an elegant work. Moreover, my seal script and regular script also have the style of masters, which are much better than the flying white of Mr. Qiu.

If you accept me as your master, I can teach you both calligraphy and painting!"

Ye Feng was not surprised at all when he heard what Old Man Wen said.

This old man really wanted to accept me as his disciple.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I am flattered by Mr. Wen's kindness. However, I just took Teacher Qiu as my master, so I cannot take someone else as my master."

"No, no, no. We Confucians can all enter the Dao through playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You worshipped old man Qiu as your teacher to learn calligraphy, and you worshipped me to learn painting. These are two completely different disciplines."

"I even took Master Yi as my teacher in Yueyang City... This is not good."

"Mr. Yi? Who is that?"

"Yi Yunhan..."

"Yi Yunhan? I remember now. He used to be the Crown Prince's tutor in the Eastern Palace... In my eyes, he's not even a common man. How could he be qualified to be your teacher? Next time we meet, I'm going to smack him in the face!"