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"Senior Brother, he's a bit hungry."
A Junior Brother, just ten years old, shouted from the side. In truth, everyone was hungry, but Wang Shusheng had said that no one could eat until they deciphered the meaning of that poem. There had been several instances when they had come close, only to be scolded by Wang Shusheng until they felt utterly defeated. The old man had really made them feel the heat, and now, even though they were starving, no one dared to speak up.
The Watchtower, he understood the Watchtower.
The disciple who had first attempted to interpret the poem spoke up. His name was Zhou Shuyuan. It was a name filled with resentment; he often wondered how his parents had chosen it. Perhaps it was a reflection of some grievance over his studies.
Though Bu Luo meant "Book Grievance," he was actually a bookworm. Whenever Wang Shusheng assigned tasks to the students, Zhou Shuyuan always wanted to be the first to solve them. He didn't deny it; he simply wanted to show off and be the one to answer before anyone else.
What did Shu Yuan know anyway?
That Yi Dong afternoon, Wang Shu had already changed the meaning four times, and not one of them was wrong. Each time, he received a scolding from Wang Shusheng. Seeing Zhou Shuyuan's frustrated expression amused everyone; soon enough, Yan Dong couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Watchtower—was it the sky? The Watchtower and Wuyue referred to the moon. What did it mean when combined? It meant brightness. The moon was hidden by the sun's brilliance; thus, it represented light. So, it was light.
Light. At this moment, in Mok Ming Academy, a rare female student murmured about light. Zhou Shuyuan's explanation was not hard to guess, but what did that light mean in relation to the poem? She wondered aloud what Shu Yuan would say about the following lines.
As for those subsequent verses...
Cough, cough.
The teacher has arrived.
Seeing Wang Shusheng approaching, a student hurriedly called out a reminder, hoping to prevent Zhou Shuyuan from saying something inappropriate. This only angered Wang Shusheng further, and he left, leaving everyone else hungry.
Upon hearing Wang Shusheng's words, nearly all the students changed their expressions. The Junior Brother's stomach growled audibly, but Wang Shusheng seemed oblivious, eager to hear how Zhou Shuyuan would interpret the situation.
Looking out at the river and sky, he pointed towards Lu State and Tiandong, with the autumn wind flowing smoothly indicating the power of Tian Dong Da. None of them considered the suffering of the common people when laying out plans for Tiandong. The mention of Prince Xin likely referred to its literal meaning.
Zhou Shuyuan swallowed hard; he was feeling hungry too, and his stomach began to rumble. The group from Yan Dong noticed Wang Shusheng's expressionless face and felt even more anxious. Some even pulled Zhou Shuyuan back, not wanting him to speak up, but Zhou Shuyuan insisted on voicing his thoughts.
The discussion was not merely about the burdensome etiquette of Lu State; it also hinted at certain individuals who were indulging in grand dreams reminiscent of the Spring and Autumn period. Occasionally, they would see boats catching fish, nets being cast into the water. Who was truly enlightened, and who were merely fishermen? Did they fear that their bellies might burst from overindulgence? Observing Lu State's grand ambitions filled with culture and propriety, what hidden dangers lurked behind?
Wang Shusheng sighed in admiration, causing all the students to breathe a sigh of relief. But didn’t they find it strange? The Watchtower and Wuyue symbolized enlightenment; what did that enlightenment truly signify? That verse was indeed remarkable—beyond words.
Watching Wang Shusheng shake his head as he departed, everyone quickly packed their belongings, eager to return for a meal and boast about tomorrow’s events to Yi Dong, surprising those who had failed to grasp the situation.
Someone in Bu Luo appeared dazed in their chair; that person was No Lu Kingdom’s Peaceful King. Tian Ji held military power and controlled half of Lu State's border soldiers. At this moment, Peaceful King was merely ten years old, inheriting his title after his father was assassinated. He had become Lu State's Peaceful King seeking protection for Lu State's safety.
At this time, that verse suggested that Lu State had significant hidden dangers which could bring tears to Liu Dong’s eyes. It used Watchtower and Wuyue to symbolize enlightenment while criticizing scholars for seeking fame without seeing the suffering of ordinary people. It also mentioned Prince Xin—what did that enlightenment refer to, and what connection did it have with Prince Xin? Perhaps it warranted further investigation.
In Wang Shusheng's courtyard, an elderly man dressed simply sat in Wang Shusheng's favorite rocking chair, fanning himself while watching the teapot beside him, waiting for the water to boil.
When the old man saw Wang Shusheng return, he asked, "Have you looked into that matter regarding Prince Xin?"
In the Lu State, there were many royal nobles, and due to a moment of negligence, the Bei Miao Ming Dao had infiltrated. It was unavoidable. I wondered whether we should capture Prince Xin and interrogate Yi Dong.
If outsiders were to witness this, they would surely be astonished; the head of the Outer Court treating an old man with such deference would exceed the imagination of the Lu State people.
No need for that. We should pay more attention to that young lyricist, Yi Dong. One glance would reveal Prince Xin's background. That young man was not simple; Bu Luo's enemy's enemy is a friend. If he wanted to enter the academy, we might as well make it convenient for him. He liked that poem, and the young man could be taught a thing or two. If he truly had talent and a righteous character, we might as well recruit him into the Outer Court. At that time, he could hold a significant advantage in Mok Ming Academy's sect demonstration over the next decade.
The master held high hopes for that young man. What if he were an undercover agent sent by another sect? Wang Shusheng expressed his concerns.
Only I would be foolish enough to send such a talented disciple out as an undercover agent. Just let me focus on him; after all these years, my little flaws—I don't deny—are hard to change.
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