Great Wei scholar

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"Okay! We have indeed prepared some poems."

"Yes, in the past three days, the Great Wei literary world has been vulnerable. If it wasn't for Xu Qingxiao, we would have successfully suppressed the Great Wei literary world, and we won't be afraid of fighting poetry in the future."

They commented that the great talents of the ten countries are not idle people, and they are extremely high-minded.

The Taiping Poetry Fair is not over either.

There are still four days.

They didn't believe that Xu Qingxiao could compose four famous poems through the ages?

This is impossible.

At this moment, the Ten National Congresses made concerted efforts with only one goal, to compare Xu Qingxiao.

And in Liyang Palace.

When Xu Qingxiao regained consciousness.

The feast has also come to an end.

He frowned, and many memories kept flooding into his mind.

The scenes just now were replayed in my mind from beginning to end.

"Oh, I really can't drink too much."

Xu Qingxiao smiled wryly in her heart. She originally came here with anger, but what she didn't expect was that she was having fun?

This is really a bit...shouldn't be.

And just after Xu Qingxiao woke up, suddenly, many people looked at her.

"Shouren, you're awake."

"Shouren, you did a good job."

"Come, come, Shouren, come and sit here."

Among the six ministers, except for Wang Xinzhi who didn't say anything, the other five ministers shouted enthusiastically.

"My lords, I just broke the rules by talking nonsense after drinking in Qingxiao, I hope you will forgive me."

Xu Qingxiao smiled wryly, pleading guilty to several adults.

"Shouren, what you said, you just babbled at will, but you babbled out famous poems through the ages. Is this also called gibberish? The old man wants you to babble every day."

"Shouren is humble. Remember, don't be so modest in the future, especially in front of other countries. A great talent is a great talent."

Several people opened their mouths, laughing and scolding Xu Qingxiao.

And Xu Qingxiao just gave a wry smile.

At this moment, with the ringing of the bell, the feast was over.

Sun Jing'an took the list, as usual, announced the top ten, there were only two people in Wei, one was Xu Qingxiao, ranked first, this is indisputable.

One is Hua Xingyun, ranked third, and Zhen Guoshi is second, which is also indisputable.

After the ranking ended, the common people also left impatiently. They wanted to hurry up and tell everyone about what happened today.

But at this moment, Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded.

"The Confucian scholars of the Great Wei stayed."

His voice is not loud, but it reaches everyone's ears.

All of a sudden, all the Confucian scholars in Wei Dynasty became a little curious, and some people frowned, wondering what Xu Qingxiao meant by this?

But looking at the great Confucian scholars in the Wen Palace, none of them spoke, stopped or agreed, and finally everyone stayed.

The common people left, and the rest of the people also left. The so-called Confucian scholars are at least those who have entered the ranks of scholars.

All of a sudden, there were 3000 to [-] people left in Liyang Palace, and [-] to [-]% of them were scholars from the Great Wei Wen Palace.

Chen Zhengru and others looked at Xu Qingxiao, they didn't know what Xu Qingxiao was going to do.

But there is no obstacle.

After there are no outsiders at all.

Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded again.

"Today, Taiping Poetry Club."

"It is a feast for the Great Wei Dynasty, and it is also one of the three major feasts for literati."

"I don't ask you to leave a masterpiece, but at least I have to do my best."

"For three consecutive days, none of the top ten rankings in the poetry conference has any works."

"Xu doesn't force it, but you are scholars of the Great Wei Dynasty, Confucian scholars in the Wen Palace, and you claim to be orthodox saints in the world, but you don't even make it into the top ten."

"Are you ashamed?"

Xu Qingxiao opened his mouth, and that's why he asked everyone to stay.

Great Wei.

Impossible to be unprepared.

You said that the state is not good and has declined. This is understandable, but the top ten are almost all occupied by talents from ten countries.

This is a bit unreasonable, right?

"Xu Shouren, I respect you as a great talent, and I don't get angry when you say this, but what do you mean I received any benefits? Did you write bad poems on purpose?"

Among the literati, some were dissatisfied and couldn't help but speak like this.

"Yes or no, it has nothing to do with Xu."

"Tomorrow Xu will not participate, but if there is no other work in the top ten rankings, Xu can guarantee that he will face the saint in person, and please His Majesty strictly investigate."

Xu Qingxiao's voice was indifferent.

It is inevitable that some people's strength declines and their state is not good, but it is impossible for everyone to be like this, right?

You said that there is nothing tricky in it, Xu Qingxiao really doesn't believe it.

As soon as he said this, the six ministers, the great Confucian scholars in Wengong, and the deans of the four major academies did not speak.

Because there are indeed some problems here.

"Hmph! Xu Qingxiao, it's not your turn to intervene in the affairs of the Wen Palace, right?"

But Sun Jingan's voice sounded.

Although he also felt that there was something weird about it, the problem was, no matter how weird this matter was, it wouldn't be Xu Qingxiao's turn to intervene, right?

When Xu Qingxiao opened his mouth like this, it sounded like a scholar in the Weiwen Palace had a problem, so he naturally didn't like to hear it.

"Sun Ru, it's really not my turn to intervene in this matter."

"However, the Great Wei Wen Palace claims to be an orthodox sage, and the Taiping Poetry Association has more than 3000 Confucian scholars. It is a joke that they can't even occupy the top ten or three seats."

"It's not that Xu is arrogant. If there is no Xu today, I'm afraid Sun Ru will be embarrassed to come tomorrow."

For Sun Jing'an, Xu Qingxiao hated her to the extreme.

He also couldn't understand, how could such a person become a great Confucian?

Look at the great Confucian Chen Xin and the Confucian Zhou Min. Although he offended Zhu Sheng, the Confucian Chen Xin was persuading him. The Confucian Zhou Min was not very polite to himself, but at least he was not disgusted with him.

Does Sun Jing'an have a deep hatred for him?

"Humph!"

"Not always."

When Sun Jingan opened her mouth, her tongue was stiff.

"enough."

"Sun Ru! If Shouren hadn't come here today, the Wei literary world would lose face, so why fight?"

"The old man agrees with Shou Ren's words, but the old man also believes that you are just nervous for a while. Go back today, have a good rest, and have a feast tomorrow. I also hope that your names will be on the top ten list."

"Okay, go back."

Chen Zhengru was a little sullen.

But in front of all Confucian scholars, he didn't want to quarrel with Sun Jing'an, otherwise, what would be the point?

At the same time, he supported Xu Qingxiao's opinion.

"Students understand."

When the students spoke, they felt more or less uncomfortable, but what Xu Qingxiao said was right, the Great Wei Dynasty and the Taiping Poetry Club were so stretched?

This is indeed a problem, so I can only swallow the discomfort in my heart.

After people leave.

Xu Qingxiao looked at Chen Zhengru and said.

"Master Chen, I have resigned from the office."

After the matter was settled, Xu Qingxiao didn't plan to stay any longer, but went back to rest.

"Okay, Shou-ren, it doesn't matter if you don't come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is fighting poetry, if you can, then come."

Chen Zhengru nodded, and at the same time hoped that Xu Qingxiao would participate in the poetry competition in the future.

"As much as possible!"

Xu Qingxiao nodded, neither agreed nor refused, but just replied with an ambiguous answer.

Then he left quickly.

Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao's back.

Inexplicably, it seemed a little helpless.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xu Qingxiao took the trail and hurried back to Shouren Academy.

He was still a little drunk, and after returning to Shouren Academy, he directly performed the Golden Crow Body Tempering Technique, intending to digest the alcohol in his body.

But right now.

abruptly.

Xu Qingxiao was stunned.

Because he noticed the strong public opinion in his body.

"what happened?"

"Why is there so much public opinion in my body?"

Xu Qingxiao was astonished.

The public opinion in his body is like a river.

This is a bit exaggerated.

Almost no less than the public opinion he gained when he angrily beheaded Fan Shang.

what happened?

Xu Qingxiao was surprised.