Great Wei scholar

Someone asked curiously.

"Junior brother said that the great talents of the ten countries are all frogs at the bottom of the well. If it weren't for His Majesty's order, he would not want to participate in this Taiping Poetry Fair at all."

"Compared to some frogs in a well, even if you win, you will lose your status."

Chen Xinghe spoke indifferently, pretending to beep seriously.

However, Mu Nanping and Mu Nanning were a little silent. After all, Chen Xinghe's words were too pretentious, and they didn't think Xu Qingxiao would say such a thing.

But according to Xu Qingxiao's character, it's not impossible, but Chen Xinghe's temperament changed too quickly, right?Instantly become the King of Beep?

"You are presumptuous!"

"How dare you insult me?"

"Sun Daru, this person speaks rudely. Is that what Great Wei is like?"

When the ten national universities heard this, they immediately exploded, a frog in the bottom of a well?This public humiliation, how can they not be angry?

But the common people of the Great Wei and the literati of the Great Wei kept applauding.

"That's right."

"It's just a group of frogs at the bottom of the well. Brother Shouren didn't say a word wrong."

"Okay, okay, okay, Brother Shou is worthy of being Brother Shou."

"I just said, why brother Shouren participated the day before yesterday, it turned out that His Majesty ordered it, no wonder brother Shouren appeared."

"Hey, think about it. To deal with a group of local chickens and dogs, it is my fault that Shouren is allowed to go out in person. It dragged Brother Xu down."

The Wei literati applauded completely at this moment. These words are domineering, and they are also very suitable for Xu Qingxiao's personality.

But at the banquet, Sun Jing'an's eyes were cold, he stared at the great Wei literati, and those who applauded shut up one by one, bowed their heads in silence, but their expressions looked a little ugly.

Soon, Sun Jingan's eyes fell on Chen Xinghe.

"Bad words!"

When he said four words, he looked very majestic.

Sensing the majesty of the Great Confucianism, Chen Xinghe not only did not have any fear, but instead raised his chest and held his head high.

"Why are you so rude?"

"Is it okay for the Ten Kingdoms to humiliate me?"

"I can't wait to humiliate him?"

"Sun Daru, are you a Confucian of the Great Wei, or a Confucian of the Ten Kingdoms?"

"Furthermore, don't use your tricks to pressure me. This is the Taiping Poetry Club. Your Majesty said that there is no dignity in extreme banquets. Calling you a Confucian is to respect you."

"Otherwise, what can you do if I call you old grandson?"

"I, Chen, am not from Zhu Sheng's lineage, looking at me with such eyes? Do you think I, Chen, are afraid of you?"

Chen Xinghe pretended to be more energetic, this was the first time he was under the spotlight and praised by others, and naturally, his brain became hot, and he imitated Xu Qingxiao's behavior, looking good.

But when these words were said, countless people couldn't help laughing.

It's inexplicably joyful to call this old grandson.

"Insanity!"

"But you are not from Zhu Sheng's lineage. You have also read the books of sages. You are a scholar of the Wei Dynasty and a disciple of a saint. Above the extreme feast, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. But you, as a disciple of a saint, are so arrogant? Disrespectful? "

Sun Jing'an roared, as a great Confucian, he was reprimanded by a person like Chen Xinghe who didn't even have a good grade, it was a shame and a shame.

"To shut up!"

"Chen is already a scholar of the mind, not a disciple of a sage, so there is no need to respect you, a great Confucian."

"Do you know what the science of the mind is?"

"It is the unity of knowledge and action!"

"If you dare to say a word against Chen, believe it or not, Chen will immediately compose a poem to denounce the corrupt Confucianism."

Chen Xinghe pretended too much, he immediately regretted saying a word.

Damn, how can I write poetry.

But when these words were said, all the big Wei literati present were excited.

At the same time, they also believed that Chen Xinghe was Xu Qingxiao's senior brother, the two of them were carved out of the same template, crazy and arrogant enough.

And what is this psychology?Why does it sound so cool?Can you add me?

Everyone thought so.

"All right!"

It was at this time that Chen Zhengru spoke up, not wanting things to continue to escalate like this.

"I will replace the great Wei literati and choose a topic for him."

"Let's choose mountains and rivers, but in the poems, the word mountains and rivers must also be included."

Chen Zhengru spoke up and suppressed this matter.

Because he keenly discovered that there are already many scholars who are dissatisfied with Sun Jing'an, and even this dissatisfaction will become dissatisfaction with Zhu Sheng's lineage. If this is the case, it will not be a good thing for Wei Wengong.

"start!"

Sun Jingan spoke with a cold face, then turned and returned to her seat.

Thunder was furious in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

He held this breath in his heart, it was too uncomfortable.

But at this time, Chen Xinghe looked at the great talents of the ten countries, and said indifferently.

"Let you go first, lest my brother's poems come out, and you will have no chance."

Chen Xinghe said so.

Such an arrogant expression made the Ten Kingdoms Da Cai want to vomit blood. This person doesn't even have a taste, so why is he so confident?

"It's better to let your junior brother come."

Some of the literati from the Ten Kingdoms spoke in a disdainful tone.

"My junior brother won't come, he has already written a poem."

Chen Xinghe took out seven letters and said so.

"Ready?"

"Are you ready?"

"Hehe, no matter how good the poems have been written, they are worth a fortune. It seems that Xu Qingxiao really dare not show up."

"Yeah, hahahahaha, I finally understand why Xu Qingxiao didn't dare to come forward."

Everyone laughed loudly.

Because once such things as poetry involve township poems and famous poems through the ages, vision and talent will be condensed when they are written.

If you write it ahead of time, unless you write half of it and let the great scholars of heaven and earth suppress it, otherwise, your talent will definitely leak out.

So they can be sure that Xu Qingxiao's poems are worth a thousand words at most.

If this is the case, then Xu Qingxiao is nothing to worry about.

Not only them, in fact, the six ministers, including the great Confucians and the deans of the four major academies, are also a little worried, because what the Ten Kingdoms University said is correct.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Chen Xinghe sneered, although he didn't know if the poems in the envelope were famous poems through the ages, but he believed that the poems inside were at least Zhenuo poems.

"Frogs at the bottom of the well take a mouthful, then open the envelope and let me wait for the frogs at the bottom of the well to grow their eyes. Don't just use your tongue."

The Ten Kingdoms University was disgusted by this sentence, because Chen Xinghe's "frog in the bottom of the well", coupled with the look of indifference to everyone, was too attractive to hate.

"Yeah, let you go first."

"Open the envelope, you won't miss the bet, right?"

The great talents of the ten countries clamored.

Hearing everyone's voices, Chen Xinghe was straightforward, and directly took out the fourth letter, which said [Fengyue].

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Xinghe.

But at this moment, Chen Xinghe stopped his hands again, and slowly looked at the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms.

"I'll give you one last chance to come first, otherwise, you won't have a chance to regret it later."

Chen Xinghe said to himself.

Talents from the ten countries: "..."

Your uncle, tear it down, why are you talking so much?

Why are you so confident?

The top ten nationalities are so talented that their lungs hurt.

Seeing the appearance of great talents from the ten countries, Chen Xinghe didn't talk nonsense anymore, the opportunity had already been given, it was they who didn't cherish it.

At that moment, Chen Xinghe directly opened the envelope.

In an instant!

boom!boom!boom!

An incomparably blazing golden light was released from the envelope.

The surging talent gushed out, turned into a river, and poured into Liyang Palace.

The entire hall was full of talent and radiance.

"Another famous poem through the ages?"

"This! This! This!"

"This is impossible. Why are the poems that have been written still famous poems through the ages?"

"Why did Xu Qingxiao write a famous poem through the ages?"

"Xu Shouren actually sealed his talent in it. This method is really terrifying."

"He has an instrument that can seal talent."

In an instant, everyone in the palace was ebullient. No one would have thought that the poems that had been written were actually talented, but soon someone came to their senses and understood the reason.

Xu Qingxiao sealed her talent in words.

But what shocked everyone the most was.

Can Xu Qingxiao still compose famous poems through the ages?

Is it so outrageous?

Everyone was shocked, the six ministers, the great Confucian scholars, the deans of the four major academies, the literati of the Great Wei, the people of the Great Wei, the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms, Mu Nanping and Mu Nanning, and even Chen Xinghe himself were shocked.

Because what they expected most was that it was a national poem, but they didn't expect it to be a famous poem through the ages.

And at this moment, talent surged, condensing the figure of Xu Qingxiao.

He stands in the palace.

sounded.

"Your Majesty intends to talk about the return date, but Chun Rong swallows bitterly when he wants to speak."

"There is love and infatuation in life, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."

"Let's not renovate the song from the song, a song can teach the heart."

"I have to see all the flowers in Luoyang, and it's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze."

A faint voice sounded.

It was Xu Qingxiao's voice, reciting poems.

When the sound falls.