Chapter 29 Academic Genius

In mid-October, the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Fudan University organized a compact symposium themed "Song Dynasty Literature and Material Culture."

At the meeting, Zhang Peiheng bluntly stated: "Xu Chengjun's paper serves as a wake-up call for us. In studying Song Dynasty literature, we cannot simply pore over the *History of Song* and *Complete Prose of Song*; we must also examine the Song dynasty porcelain and stone inscriptions housed in the Palace Museum. These are all 'living texts.'"

At that time, graduate students studying Song Dynasty literature at institutions such as Fudan University and Peking University still focused predominantly on "Su Shi's Ci poetry" and "Ouyang Xiu's ancient prose"...

A Jian had no idea that Su Jinghe was holding her in deep contempt in his heart, and even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared in the least.

"I release you, you save me," Wu Xie said, gritting her teeth, her whole body shivering with cold. From a professional doctor's perspective, she estimated she couldn't last much longer. The loss of body heat and physical decline were continuously dragging her down into the abyss of death.

Tong Haifeng would rather command a sixth-rate warship than serve as a gunner on an armed merchant vessel or a marine squad leader—it was simply too lacking in ambition.

Jun Wuxie took a sip of tea, pondering whether she should share her suspicions with this blockhead.

Had the situation in Luoyang not been truly critical, Prince Fu would never have been willing to part with so much money. Thinking about it now, his heart still ached with regret.

Today, Fang Ye was actually able to unleash a might that transcended the comprehension of Earth Immortals; it must be some bizarre anomaly.

With a single sword thrust, erratic and drifting, as if devoid of any force, the entire sword form turned sluggish and slow.

How could Xu Yizhen not understand this logic? It was simply that she was so accustomed to surpassing Xu Yiyun that she could not tolerate such a turn of events.

The next day, he explained his intentions to Pang Jian and his wet nurse. The assassination attempt yesterday had caused quite a stir and alerted them; they had known about the matter from the very beginning. Now that Lan Qian made such a request, they were not surprised, yet they desperately wanted to know why Lan Qian was so determined to save Bai Yunchu.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions. She could not fathom why that man would care so much about her, but the thought of him roughly tearing open her clothes and seeing the scars covering her body filled her with surging irritation.

Even though getting the news didn't mean they would definitely be able to seize the immortal-grade array, they could at least disrupt it so that others couldn't get it either.

Perhaps for current survivors, acquiring a precious artifact was already exceedingly rare, but Star Fire Tree leaves only grew more valuable the later the stage. The higher one's realm of strength, the more one favored such a pure form of spiritual energy, and its efficacy would never diminish. She would have to be out of her mind to trade them away just for a single precious artifact.

The scene was far too noisy, and everyone was speaking at the top of their lungs; otherwise, it was impossible to hear what the other person was saying.

He was naturally handsome and extraordinary, and as he smiled at that moment, he looked like a bright moon hanging high in the sky amidst clear, scattered stars. Wang Xian blushed, bit her lower lip, and ultimately nodded.

Thank you for always being able to understand my intentions; thank you for giving me so much tenderness; thank you for guarding and cherishing me; and most of all, thank you for respecting my choice until the very last moment.

"If the Madam is unwilling to answer, then this junior will have no choice but to offend a few people further, and summon the senior maids and servant girls serving in the Madam's quarters to see whose handkerchief is missing." Watching her retreating figure, Mo Zhanhua said every single word with deliberate emphasis.

Having set aside his guard against Xiao Yunshu, Yu Xuan's tone became much more courteous. Recalling the events of that night, he was fortunate that his father had emerged in time, snatching his life back midway. As for what happened afterward, he remained completely oblivious. Hearing now that Xiao Yunshu had also been gravely injured, he could not help but feel that the whole matter was shrouded in suspicion.

Hearing Grand Duke Howard call out to him, Yi Shui, leaning against the cold wall with a pale complexion, hurried over.

Then, she reached her hand out toward her own chest and grabbed hold of the... blunt knife buried deep within her body.

Therefore, this dish had to be made using chicken, and if any other ingredients were lacking, people could simply be dispatched to fetch them.

An unexpected situation occurred: this surge of energy frantically began to repair Zhou Yizhi's body.