Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 475: School Affairs (Part )
The afternoon classes were attended by mostly familiar students of the same grade. Pei Ye walked in carrying his schoolbag, and there were only a handful of people in the classroom.

Of course, he left in a hurry to avoid the impending embarrassment. When he walked in, there were still several quarters of an hour before class started.

However, several people in the hall happened to be familiar faces. They were the people from the "Xi Chi Poetry Meeting" that day. They were still gathered together, discussing many matters concerning the day of the poetry meeting.

Pei Ye then realized that they, like himself, were entering the Imperial College for the first time and were actually newcomers among the literati. It seemed that this was also the first time for them to attempt to hold a poetry gathering, and it sounded like they had no experience in many things.

When Pei Ye sat down at his old seat, the freckled girl named Tinghua was leaning on the table next to him: "It's not that troublesome. If it rains, then write about the rain. If it doesn't rain, then write about the moon. If it's cloudy, then write about the clouds. These are the easiest topics to come up with. I would say that we should first read the Martial Arts Book and the Sword Scripture. Otherwise, when people show off their sword skills, we won't understand anything."

As she spoke, she turned and smiled lively at Pei Ye who was sitting down, and Pei Ye also waved his hand in response.

"You won't understand even if you read it. I've read many sword manuals before, and my eyes seemed to understand, but my brain was confused. We can't understand the logic in it at all." The Minister's son Lin Yuxian sighed lightly, "If you want me to tell you how ordinary people look at swords, then we will look at them the same way. You say a few specious things, and they will have to find a way to deal with it."

Cheng Youlun echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. I remember that Yuxian often said that he would become a sword immortal in the future, and he wanted to get close to the sword training academy every day."

Lin Yuxian blocked his mouth with a fan.

"There has to be someone who understands that." The freckled woman insisted, "I've watched that kind of sword gathering before, where famous scholars and practitioners gather together. After the swordsmen have finished testing their swords, there has to be someone who has something to say so that the topic can be started."

Fu Zhiyun raised his hand and tilted his head, "How about we go and invite a sword critic?"

Lin Yuxian's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea!"

Others also said yes, but Tinghua still frowned. After Fu Zhiyun finished speaking, he shook his head.

Pei Ye had just opened his book at this time, and finally couldn't help but interrupt with a smile: "So you only invited the swordsman from Nanyue Mountain to your poetry gathering?"

Tinghua turned around with a worried look on her face: "Yes. We are very happy that Young Master Bian is willing to come, but we are worried that he will be ignored at the poetry gathering. Does classmate Pei have any experience? Do you also feel that there is something wrong?"

"That's not wrong, but you should just write poems and not test your swords. It's not like swordsmen can't appreciate poetry. If you want others to test your swords, how can there be only one swordsman?" Pei Ye smiled and put out a pen and paper. "Then you will just watch him perform for a while. There's no point for a swordsman to perform. You can just praise him again. How can it not be awkward?"

Several people hissed softly at the same time. Tinghua suddenly realized something and clenched her fist and slammed her palm: "Yes! That's exactly the truth!"

She looked at Pei Ye with bright eyes: "Zhiyun and I were thinking about this. We always thought that it was difficult for the two sides to blend in, which was inevitably awkward. So we thought of reading the sword manual and asking for sword reviews, but it also felt weird. Pei's words are right. We should ask for a few more swordsmen! The problem was solved immediately."

Pei Ye clasped his fists and smiled: "I've seen similar poetry and sword competitions before, and they were done just like that."

This was indeed not nonsense, because he remembered that the Luzhou Poetry Festival in Bowang City did have a very mature process, which must have been designed by Master Qi, who had long been experienced in the literary world of Shenjing.

"Classmate Pei has been to the poetry and sword meeting." Tinghua leaned over and asked curiously, "Hey, did you see any powerful swordsmen?"

Although Shenjing was a place where all kinds of people mixed together, the scholars who lingered in the literary world and buried themselves in ancient books were still confined to their own small circles and might never have left the jurisdiction of Shenjing.

Chang'an itself is a gentle place with bright lights and abundant flowers. Some poisonous blades are often only in the dark. The cold words such as sword and sword are still a bit far away. Even if you can see outstanding cultivators in the sword competition and martial arts examination, there are not many opportunities. Secondly, watching from a distance is even more tempting. It is very different from talking and getting along closely with cultivators and swordsmen and asking the questions in your heart.

".The poetry gathering in the small place doesn't seem to be anything famous." Pei Ye smiled.

Tinghua was a little disappointed: "Okay."

On the other side, Fu Zhiyun frowned slightly and held his chin and said, "But it is not easy for us to recognize this Bian Zhenchuan. Where can we find other swordsmen?"

This made everyone silent for a moment. Tinghua tilted her head and said, "Classmate Pei, you seem to be quite familiar with this. Do you know any swordsmen who can introduce us to others? Our poetry gathering is quite interesting."

Pei Ye tilted his head and thought for a while: "Okay, then I'll introduce you to someone. He just happened to say that he wanted to go to a poetry club."

Tinghua exclaimed in surprise: "Really?"

She had originally just been asking out of hope, but she hadn't expected that this classmate actually had a connection. After all, having been to a poetry and sword meeting and getting to know swordsmen were two different things. There were also two levels of separation between getting to know someone and having a friendship, or having someone willing to come when they were free.

It is indeed a rare surprise that young scholars do not have extensive social connections yet.

These two sentences solved the major obstacle in holding this poetry meeting. The other people were also very happy and thanked him one after another.

"Classmate Pei, why don't you come and play with me? I'm with your friend." Tinghua still remembered the last time she declined, and sincerely invited him, "What busy matter can't be postponed for a day?"

Fu Zhiyun also looked at it with anticipation.

"I really can't promise that." Pei Ye still shook his head, "I will definitely come when the matter is finished, but it's hard to say."

".All right."

Tinghua actually had a very good impression of this classmate. He entered school a month later than her and was picked up by horse and carriage every day. In class, he just listened quietly, flipped through some books, or stared out the window in a daze, which seemed a bit mysterious. But he was approachable when talking to him, and several close friends were curious about him.

The only thing everyone knew was that he knew Fang Jidao, who was proficient in all five classics. When they met that day, Fu Zhiyun asked him about it, and Fang Jidao said that they were from the same hometown and friends.

Tinghua turned back in disappointment, Pei Ye also nodded, and continued to close his eyes to think about the next sword moves.

Gradually the sunlight became brighter and the school became noisy. Pei Ye could certainly block out the noise, but the countless discussions about the Liguan case once again reached his ears.

He realized at this moment that the rumor was indeed spreading more and more widely, and that someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes - just as Xu Chuo attacked them openly, the other side would also declare their victory in a tit-for-tat manner and destroy the authority of this "Lord Tong".

Pei Ye sighed and opened his eyes. It was almost time for class. Changsun Jue was walking in from outside with a book in his arms. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he looked back first, and then nodded after his eyes met Pei Ye's. However, he didn't say anything and still sat down in the first two rows.

When she saw this classmate coming in, Tinghua next to her immediately poked Fu Zhiyun.

Fu Zhiyun glared at her, straightened her clothes, then stood up and walked over. Under the expectant gaze of everyone at the Xichi Poetry Gathering, she leaned over and asked a few questions.

But the girl looked up in surprise, then after listening for a moment she shook her head slightly and replied politely.

Tinghua was disappointed: "As expected."

Cheng Youlun leaned over the table and said in a low voice: "Does classmate Changsun never attend such poetry gatherings?" "Rarely."

However, Fu Zhiyun did not return empty-handed. Changsun Jue clearly handed her a piece of origami and pointed behind her seriously.

They watched Fu Zhiyun walk back in surprise and confusion, but she went to the Pei Ye case first: "Classmate Pei, classmate Chang Sun handed it to you."

"what?"

The young man looked up in surprise and took the neatly folded note.

Fu Zhiyun nodded and left. Pei Ye curiously opened the paper and saw a line of neat small characters: "Classmate Pei, Shaojun read your essay and said that you are the 'Sword-Eyed Snow God'. You write very well."

Pei Ye was stunned and for a moment he was between being flattered and doubtful.

Then move your gaze downwards:

"It's a pity that some words are unfamiliar to me. Young Master asked me to tell my classmate Pei to copy the Biography of Xu Chu in the Records of the Three Kingdoms ten times."

Below that is a line of small print:
".I'm sorry, Pei, I was the one who reminded you to add your name."

Pei Ye stared at the sentence for a while, then his expression suddenly changed. He raised his head abruptly to look ahead. Changsun Jue was also looking back at him. When he realized that he had received it, he quickly stood up and turned his head as soon as their eyes met.

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Pei Ye looked at the paper in silence, his hands unconsciously picking up the corners. Finally, he sighed softly, folded it and put it away.

While Pei Ye was waiting anxiously, Fang Jidao finally arrived late, holding his hat. Pei Ye patted the seat next to him, and the scholar sat down, panting, and started his conversation with his usual apology.

"I'm so sorry, Brother Pei, I couldn't accompany you to study the scriptures this morning." Fang Jidao wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief and said apologetically, "I really can't make it in time."

"I'm not paying you." Pei Ye casually injected a stream of Qi into him and sighed, "What are you so busy about?"

Fang Jidao was silent for a moment, then sighed and shook his head: "It's a long story, forget it - what's this lesson about?"

"It's still the Spring and Autumn Annals. I brought you a copy." Pei Ye handed it to him.

Soon Li Mingqiu entered the classroom on time again, and the classroom became quiet. Pei Ye finished the class with Fang Jidao's detailed explanation. As the sun set, it was time to dismiss the class. Many people stretched and began to pack up their things.

Fang Jidao still hurriedly said goodbye and left. Tinghua came over curiously and asked, "Classmate Pei, what did classmate Changsun give you?"

Pei Yezi refused to tell her and lowered his head pretending not to hear. At this moment, a harsh voice came from the front.

"Fang Jidao, why are you so quiet today?" A noble young man with a jade pendant on his waist shouted loudly. His voice was heard halfway through the school, and the scholars immediately stopped moving. "You were still yelling at me happily yesterday, but you are keeping your tail between your legs today?"

Fang Jidao had already walked to the door, but he paused and turned his head to look at the man coldly: "Since your explanation doesn't make sense, why should I waste my breath on it?"

“Hahahahaha, so you didn’t flee when you saw the situation was not right?” The noble-clothed young man sneered, “Let me tell you, today, Jingzhao Prefecture is quiet again, the Taiping Cao Gang is safe and sound, and the ten-day banquet is already halfway through.”

"If you're not guilty, why are you in such a hurry to shout?" Fang Jidao retorted.

"I feel guilty? You are such a stubborn person." The noble-clothed young master said scornfully, "Fang Jidao, an ant trying to shake a tree, a sparrow turning into a phoenix, nothing can compare to this in the world!"

Fang Jidao said coldly: "Born in colorful clothes, I think I'm a phoenix."

Tinghua tilted her head and whispered: "Is this person from the Zheng family?"

Lin Yuxian paused: "Zheng Zhiyi, the fourth son of the Zheng family."

Fu Zhiyun said softly, "I saw them arguing in the library a few days ago. It seemed to be about the Li Pavilion case. Classmate Fang seemed to be on Lord Di's side and has been arguing with others recently."

"I have the impression that my Chinese classmates have never had a quarrel with anyone."

"This case has been a hot topic lately."

On the other side, Zheng Zhiyi was furious: "A pair of dog eyes can't see clearly who has the final say in the capital! A fourth-rank junior official wants to make trouble! A shitty three officials, a Li Zhao, and a Pei Ye."

Someone tried to smooth things over, and stood up to appease him, "Alright, alright, we are all classmates, and there is indeed no news from Lord Di right now."

"What do you mean there was no sound?!" Fang Jidao was really angry because of this advice, "The trafficking of people is obvious to all! Now when discussing this matter, you don't talk about the Cao Gang harming people! Don't talk about the suffering of the people! Don't talk about the corruption of the powerful! Everyone just talks about who is strong and who is weak. What if they are strong?! What if they are weak?! Even if this case cannot be investigated, you are still a bunch of evil maggots! Lord Di and others will still go down in history!"

The school was quiet for a while, then a little restless, as if someone wanted to stand up and agree. In the past few days, the children of the rich and powerful have been discussing a lot. Many of the scholars with little influence actually have the same idea as Fang Jidao. Zheng Zhiyi stood up suddenly, pointing at Fang Jidao and wanted to say something. However, Changsun Jue had already spoken, looking at Zheng Zhiyi, frowning and saying in a clear voice: "Don't say bad things in the school."

But all the restlessness stopped when a voice came from behind.

"I am Pei Ye." The clear and calm voice instantly killed all the arguments.

Even Zheng Zhiyi looked back in surprise. For a moment, people doubted their ears. No one thought that the person involved in this case would be in this school.

"The carp dealers have seen it all. These evil deeds are lying in the sun." Pei Ye said calmly, "I said if I were to deal with the Taiping Cao Gang, it wouldn't survive the tenth day."

No one spoke, and Zheng Zhiyi was also speechless this time. The out-of-control school returned to silence.

Pei Ye was indeed somewhat fed up with such discussions, as the academy was supposed to make him relaxed and happy; what's more, seeing Fang Jidao arguing for this alone - the scholar certainly didn't want him to stand out.

Many eyes were on him. Pei Ye picked up his schoolbag and stood up. Tinghua murmured in astonishment: "Classmate Pei..."

Pei Ye smiled and nodded to her, then walked out of the school.

(End of this chapter)