coobybook Chapter 404 Wenyuan Academy
Chapter 404 Wenyuan Academy
Li Shenghui couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, his face full of disbelief. "Wenyuan Academy only costs twenty wen a month? Including three meals a day and accommodation? This is too cheap!"
"Of course, this was personally supervised by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Mr. Bowen from Wenyuan Academy also taught the Crown Prince." Yang Qingfeng said proudly.
Yang Qingfeng carefully straightened the wrinkles on his clothes. He had heard these news by chance when he was writing letters for others.
The current crown prince is kind-hearted and cares about the world, but unfortunately he is too soft-hearted and has no real power. He is restricted in every way by the influence of the imperial concubine's party.
However, Yang Qingfeng knew very well that as a student, he was not a person who should discuss these court affairs casually.
At the moment, the most important thing for him is to be able to successfully enter Wenyuan Academy. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to become the staff of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and display his ambitions and talents.
After taking a short rest in the restaurant, Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui asked for directions along the way and headed towards Wenyuan Academy.
"Brother Qingfeng, this should be the place, right?"
Li Shenghui gazed at the towering courtyard wall before him, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The wall soared into the clouds, imbuing him with a sense of majesty and solemnity. The imposing vermilion gate, crowned by two majestic white marble lions, was particularly striking.
On the plaque above the gate, the four big characters "Wenyuan Academy" were written in a vigorous and powerful style.
Yang Qingfeng looked up at the four powerful characters, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Yes, it's here."
The two men were filled with excitement. They stepped forward together and knocked hard on the heavy door of Wenyuan Academy. A moment later, they heard slow, heavy footsteps from inside the door. Then the door slowly opened from the inside, and a student dressed in a neat scholar's robe walked out.
"Who are you two?"
The student frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt on his face, and looked up and down at Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui.
"We are from Qingshui County. We would like to see Master Bowen. Here is our letter of recommendation."
Yang Qingfeng said hurriedly, his expression full of respect, and he held the letter of recommendation high with both hands.
The scholar glanced at the two of them coldly and said calmly, "Then you wait here."
There was a subtle hint of contempt in his eyes, as if he didn't have much expectation for these two strangers from a remote place.
After saying that, the scholar closed the door without hesitation, leaving only a muffled "bang" sound.
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui looked at each other. Faced with the scholar's indifferent attitude, they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts that perhaps the discipline of Wenyuan Academy was so strict that they were not allowed to go in to wait.
The backyard of Wenyuan Academy is quiet and peaceful, with shades of green trees.
"Master, there are two scholars from Qingshui County who wish to see you. This is the letter of recommendation they brought with them."
The student stood respectfully before Master Bowen, presented the letter with both hands, and spoke in a very humble tone.
Master Bowen sat at the stone table, holding the scroll in one hand and taking the letter in the other. He just glanced at the envelope lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said with some indifference: "It turns out to be the disciple of that kid Wenyuan. Who else did I think he was? It's hard for them to run so far from that remote place." After that, he shook his head slightly.
Master Wenbo opened the letter slowly, glanced at it quickly, and said coldly, "So you are here to study. You can see some literary talent between the lines. Let's bring them in." After that, he casually placed the letter on the stone table beside him.
"Yes, Master." The student responded quickly, then turned and walked quickly towards the gate.
Under the expectant gaze of Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui, the door of Wenyuan Academy, which had been closed for a long time, finally slowly opened before their eyes.
"Please follow me, both of you." The scholar standing inside the door still had a calm expression, but his tone was relatively calm.
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui hurriedly bowed respectfully, their faces full of gratitude, and said in unison: "Thank you, senior." There was a hint of nervousness and excitement in their voices. They followed the scholar carefully and stepped into the Wenyuan Academy they had dreamed of.
The academy boasts a well-organized layout of pavilions, terraces, and towers, interspersed with asparagus fern, adding a touch of elegance. The overall layout is elegant and generous, with each building's proportions and placement perfectly balanced, showcasing the First Academy's grandeur while retaining the refined elegance sought after by scholars.
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui opened their eyes wide and looked around. They had never imagined that the academy could be so magnificent.
"Please wait here, I will go in and pass the message." The scholar stopped, turned around, and said calmly to Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui.
"Thank you, Senior."
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui quickly bowed slightly, clasping their hands in a fist-shaped gesture, their voices extremely respectful. Their eyes were filled with nervousness. They secretly thought to themselves, "Finally, we're going to meet Master Bowen. All the hardships and travel along the way have finally paid off."
After a moment, the senior who was in charge of the communication came out. His face was still expressionless. He simply said, "You guys go in."
"Thank you, senior." Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted again, their faces full of gratitude.
Then, the two took a deep breath, exchanged encouraging glances, and walked in quietly.
Master Bowen sat upright on a throne chair, dressed in a fine silk robe. The fabric was smooth and delicate, and the meticulously dyed bamboo pattern on it was lifelike, giving it a look of elegance and luxury.
His long gray hair was neatly tied into a white jade crown, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring majesty and unfathomable demeanor.
"See you, Master."
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui looked respectful, clasped their hands together and bowed, leaning forward slightly with respect.
"Well, get up."
Master Bowen waved his hand gently, his expression indifferent, and said calmly, "Are you the students of that fellow Wenyuan?"
Yang Qingfeng bowed again, his attitude humble and polite: "Master, yes. Master Wenyuan often mentioned you when he taught us and praised you highly."
Li Shenghui's face was filled with a sincere smile, and he continued, "Master, today I finally get to meet you in person. It is truly a great honor for us. I once had the pleasure of reading your poems. Their profound artistic conception and beautiful writing have benefited me greatly, and I still remember them vividly."