This time, the scholarly debate lasted two days. Likewise, that meant Jiang Lin slept for two days...
He shamelessly rubbed against Jiu Yi's thigh as he blearily opened his eyes. Only after Jiang Lin woke did he realize that the debate had just ended.
Actually, Jiang Lin had deliberately fallen asleep earlier. After all, with himself beside Mo Li, Mo Li would definitely get nervous. Besides, the debate really was like listening to a Chinese teacher lecture, enough to make anyone drowsy, so he had simply decided to sleep it all away.
After waking up, Jiang Lin thought it was about to rain. After all, there was a mass of dark clouds overhead.
But after taking a closer look, it seemed that all of this was literary fortune...
Literary fortune was literary fortune. After all, this was a Confucian debate, so the gathering of literary fortune was perfectly normal. It was just that there seemed to be rather a lot of it...
Jiang Lin had thought these Confucian elders would look at him with disdain, as if to say, "How dare you sleep through such a solemn occasion?"
But unexpectedly, Jiang Lin, resting his head on Jiu Yi's thigh, released his Divine Sense and discovered that all the Confucian Scholars present, old and young alike, had lowered their heads. Their expressions were even deeply awkward.
Some of them had flushed red with embarrassment. They wanted to leave, but felt that leaving now would only make them lose even more face.
As for the Dynasty Princesses serving at the side, apart from the exhaustion between their brows and on their faces, their eyes were all fixed on Mo Li in astonishment.
Within those astonished gazes, Jiang Lin saw envy and disbelief, but more than anything else, a surging, unending admiration.
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