Da Bong fights more people

"This is good fortune." Layman Ziyang laughed loudly, bowing to the two triumphantly.

Now that the poems are weak, if this poem spreads out, it will definitely cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by scholars all over the world.

Layman Ziyang's reputation will also rise with the tide, the key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.

If this poem becomes a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, the name of Layman Ziyang will also be passed down through the ages.

It is very possible that such masterpieces will be handed down to the world.

In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinian presented a poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the title of the poem. Write the name into the poem.

It can be seen that this thief has no shame in order to become famous.

What is the greatest dream of a scholar, self-cultivation, governance of the country and peace of the world?No, this is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, scholars have only one greatest dream: to leave a name in history!

The two great Confucianists were about to part with jealousy.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he did not expose it. It was his own good luck that the students were favored by Lay Ziyang.I am also happy to be a teacher.

Amidst the ebullient discussions among the students, Xu Nian coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but someone else."

The discussion stopped for a moment.

The expressions of the three great Confucian scholars were different, Zhang Shen suddenly showed such an expression.

Li Mubai seemed taken aback, quite surprised.

Layman Ziyang reacted the most. He crossed the first two parts and asked eagerly, "Who is it? Is it a student of our academy? Is it here?"

He glanced at Xu Xinian and searched among the students.

"It's my brother!" Xu Nian raised his chin slightly, maintaining a proud posture.

The silent students began to discuss again:

"Xu Cijiu's elder brother?"

"Where do you study, why haven't you heard of this character?"

"If I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

"Farewell, your elder brother's surname is Gao, who did you study under? Oh, you said, we don't know anything about this kind of poetic talent."

The students are in a hurry.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu Xinnian.

No, I was influenced by the rough old man. I shouldn't have said the rough old man. Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All things are inferior, but reading is high. It can be seen that scholars are proud, and so is Xu Xinian himself.

The scholars of Yunlu Academy are even more proud.

If Xu Qi'an is also a scholar, they will admire and admire him, but if they let everyone know that he is just a yamen servant, they will have negative emotions.

A low-ranking servant can also write the top-notch Qilu, where should we put our face?

Xu Xinnian bit the bullet: "My brother is studying classics at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in the Imperial College. He, he has a dull and uncontested personality. He doesn't like fame or merit. He only wants to be famous and poor."

To be so virtuous, he is simply a role model for my generation, which shocked the students of Bailu Academy who admired him, and they became friends with each other.

There was no accident in the top spot, Ziyu was given to Xu New Year, Ziyang Layman bid farewell to everyone with a red face, feeling that he had a clear idea, and when he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a meaningful sentence:

"Such a great talent, can't be as bright as a pearl, Chun Jing, be honest, what do you think?"

The two great Confucians didn't know if they really didn't understand, or they pretended not to understand, and silently sent Lay Ziyang away. When the carriage was gone, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinian's hand and took him aside: "Farewell to the old man!" , the old man suddenly became interested in accepting disciples, so he has nothing to do today and took me to meet your elder brother."

Zhang Shen turned pale with shock, and said: "Farewell to the old days, if you worship under the old man's seat with your elder brother, it might not be a good story."

It doesn't matter whether he writes poetry or not, the main thing is that he doesn't want to bury such a talent.

It would be great if a master in the future gets a poem handed down by chance, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen".

Li Mubai said displeased: "The art of war is not the mainstream. A scholar should first learn the classics, understand the theory of strategy, and cultivate himself."

"Heh, the way of chess is the mainstream? And he is a person who can't afford to lose. He has no victories in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

"Old thief, shut up, don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. This old man always cherishes talents, and this student is accepted by this old man."

"Old man, are you cherishing talents, are you greedy for his poetic talents?"

"Shameless old thief, seeing this old man's upright breath will shock you to death."

"It seems that the old man doesn't have one."

Xu New Year's scalp was numb.

The students in the distance turned pale with fright. They didn't know what was going on, and the two great scholars began to quarrel with red faces, and even had the tendency to fight.

Chapter 21 Bullies have always been arrogant

At the end of November, the coldest temperature in Kyoto should be below zero. This is what Xu Qi'an got up in the morning and saw a thin layer of ice forming in the water tank in the yard. Based on this, he judged it.

The Dafeng Dynasty dominated the central plains of Kyushu and claimed to be orthodox. The climate in the capital should belong to the temperate continental monsoon climate.

In this climate area, if there is no heating in winter, it will be very difficult.

"In this day and age, it's only natural and natural for bones to freeze to death in winter." Xu Qi'an sighed inwardly.

Some regret that their mathematics, physics and chemistry are not good enough to carry out farming activities in this era of backward infrastructure and material scarcity.

In that way, it will benefit the people very well.

The sun was hanging warmly in the sky, and the beautiful girl was holding her five-year-old sister, wandering in the downtown street with great interest, looking around with her eyes like autumn water, and a slight smile hung on the corner of her delicate mouth.

Today, my younger sister is wearing a light blue robe, with entwined flower tendrils in full bloom on her cuffs and skirt.

The loose cuffs fluttered, giving her a little more fairy air.

Xu Qi'an will inevitably think of the beauties in ancient costumes in his previous life, and then compare them in his heart. The female servants in this era tend to be conservative, not as coquettish as the beauties in ancient costumes in his previous life.

"I suddenly thought of a way to make money. Can I improve my clothes so that women's clothes are more beautiful and attractive?" Xu Qi'an had an idea.

In an instant, many epoch-making women's clothing flashed through his mind: hollow, black silk, suspenders, sexy open the middle door

Stop, stop, I will be dragged to the Meridian Gate and beheaded!