PDLP Chapter 126 Yang Mu
Chapter 126 Yang Mu
The next morning, at the hour of Mao.
Wan Dongling put on the light green gown that symbolized Penglai Academy and walked out of the gate. She originally thought she would meet the book boy from yesterday, but unexpectedly it was Liao Zhu who came.
At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and rays of sunlight fell on Liao Zhu, with willow branches gently swaying behind him. He was truly a talented and romantic man.
Liao Zhu came to Wan Dongling with a smile on his face and said, "Miss Wan, I'm here to take you to visit the academy."
Wan Dongling also smiled and responded: "Thank you, Mr. Liao."
"From now on, we will be from the same academy. You can call me Brother Liao. Can I call you Dong Ling?" Liao Zhu scratched his head, his face slightly red.
Wan Dongling nodded slightly and said, "Brother Liao."
Liao Zhu seemed very excited. He took Wan Dongling to visit almost the entire academy. Finally, when they arrived at the library, he said proudly, "This library is the place where I am most proud of Penglai Academy. It contains nearly 100,000 books. No matter whether you have heard of any book on the market, I am sure you can find it here."
Wan Dongling was obviously interested in this place: "This is a good place."
"Okay, now we've finished our tour. I'll bring everyone from the academy to welcome you at noon, so you must come and show your favor."
"Everyone?"
Liao Zhu: "That's right, but we are the only ones sitting in the main seat."
Penglai Academy was wealthy and powerful, and in order to welcome her, they even booked an entire restaurant.
This restaurant was close to Penglai Academy. When Liao Zhu brought her there, the waiter was busy taking orders. The downstairs was full of people. Now Wan Dongling believed that there were indeed almost all the people in the academy here.
When we went up to the second floor, there were only seven people in the private room.
Liao Zhu introduced them to her one by one. They were all gentlemen from Penglai Academy, and each of them was a master with high attainments in some field.
The middle-aged man sitting in the middle with a gentle temperament is Liao Zhu's father, Liao Qing.
A bird's eye view.
But among the people upstairs and downstairs, there was neither Yang Mu nor the top case winner.
...
After Wan Dongling left, Wen Yan also went out.
The man named Xia Yu saw her and still greeted her enthusiastically: "What are you going to do?"
Wen Yan smiled innocently: "This is my first time in Pengcheng, I'm going to look around."
Xia Yu: "Do you want me to find someone to take you there?"
"No need, I can do it myself."
After going out, Wen Yan really went shopping from one shop to another, but most of the time she only went to bookstores or small stalls.
I didn't find anything special, I just felt that these bookstores were a little too... obsessed with Penglai Academy.
Almost every library has a whole wall of cabinets filled with works produced by people from Penglai Academy, including poetry collections, painting collections, calligraphy, chess manuals, and all kinds of other things.
"This Penglai Academy is really amazing. It covers all aspects."
Wen Yan flipped through it casually. Even though she was a layman, she could see that they were indeed excellent works.
A man in a long gown next to him sneered, "I can tell from the look of your face that you don't understand. Are you new here?"
"Yes, I just arrived in Pengcheng." Wen Yan looked at the man and said with a smile, "Can you introduce him to me?"
The young man in the long gown saw Wen Yan's pretty face and couldn't help blushing, "Then I will introduce you to her reluctantly."
"This Penglai Academy was built a hundred years ago. From a little-known academy to what it is today, it all depends on the current dean, Liao Qing!" The young man in the long gown was very proud. "The dean's paintings are called the Holy Hands of the Ning Dynasty by the current emperor! Not only that, he has also made great achievements in poetry and calligraphy!"
He picked up a book and said, "Look at this. It is quite impressive. And Dean Liao's son, Liao Zhu, is even more impressive."
He picked up another thicker one and said, "At such a young age, he has written a collection of poems that is thicker than the dean's. The key is that every poem is a masterpiece."
This person also boasted about some other gentlemen, and their statements were all pretty much the same. Wen Yan listened to the whole thing and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
After leaving the library, we went to a few more places and it was noon.
Since Wan Dongling didn't come back at noon, Wen Yan found a noodle stall and ordered a bowl of pork throat noodles.
The people here really like to praise Penglai Academy. Just after having dinner here, I heard two women behind me reading Liao Zhu's poetry collection.
"Mr. Liao's recent poems are very different from his previous ones."
"Yes, the first few poems were full of sadness and loneliness, and now it's all about the small bridge and flowing water."
"Why do you think Mr. Liao is so powerful? I heard that he recently went out to travel around the mountains and rivers to find inspiration. Could it be because of this?"
"I really like Mr. Liao..."
Wen Yan blinked, and suddenly something flashed through her mind.
She put down her bowl, went to the next table and asked, "Can I take a look at this collection of poems?"
The woman said, "Do you like Mr. Liao too?"
Wen Yan didn't answer. She took the poetry collection and turned to the last page. She finally understood what was wrong.
She had heard this poem before, but it was not circulated among many people and only a small number of people knew about it.
This was written by Wan Dongling when she was competing with Niu Wanli in poetry!
There were not many people present at the time, all of them were a group of children whose hair had not even grown fully. The only person who knew this poem and who might be in Pengcheng was Yang Mu.
The son of the president of a prestigious academy actually plagiarized other people’s poems?
Wen Yan returned the book, went to a nearby bookstore and bought a collection of Liao Zhu's poems, then returned to the yard.
In the evening, Wan Dongling finally came back. Before she even sat down, she shook her hands and asked, "Mom, is there anything to eat tonight?"
Wen Yan was prepared, "Pengcheng's special cakes, try them."
Wan Dongling ate some food in a hurry before saying, "I don't know what's wrong with these people from Penglai Academy. They've been trying to challenge me the whole afternoon, from writing articles to poems, anything they can think of, they're trying to challenge me. I didn't even have time to drink a sip of water the whole afternoon."
Wen Yan rarely saw Wan Dongling like this. It seemed that the Penglai Academy was really pushing people too hard.
"Mom, what did you find out outside today?"
Wen Yan took out a collection of poems: "Look, this is the last one."
Wan Dongling took it, flipped through it casually, and was stunned, "This is..."
Wen Yan nodded, "Looks familiar, right? You said Yang Mu was here before, do you think it's possible that Yang Mu wrote it?"
"No one else can know this except him, but I met almost everyone in the academy today, and Yang Mu was not among them."
The two seemed to have thought of something and looked at each other.
Is he locked up?
If he was just locked up, helping Liao Zhu as a gunman would be the best outcome.
What if Yang Mu can’t write anymore?
Most people will run out of talent one day, but what about those people?
Wen Yan felt horrified when she thought about how so many people had disappeared from Penglai Academy in the past ten years.