Great Wei scholar

They fell into silence again.

But life is already like this, they can't resist, and they don't have the courage to resist.

Because, they are not facing one person, but the Great Wei Wengong!

The orthodoxy of scholars in the world!

And today, Song Ming was dispatched again to check the people's every move in real time and make reports at any time.

But because of the excitement of the people, he really couldn't help but bought a copy of Dawei Wenbao.

Xu Qingxiao's words, every sentence, in his eyes, were like shocking waves, beating his heart, a heart that was about to die!

For some reason, what Xu Qingxiao did flashed through his mind.

He wasn't there and didn't see some things, but he could imagine them.

One can imagine how Xu Qingxiao made such a fuss in the Ministry of Criminal Justice!

And imagined how Xu Qingxiao beheaded the county king!

Avenge the people!Punish evil and eliminate rape!

This!

This!

This!

Isn't this the way he wants to live the most?

Isn't this the dream I had when I was studying?

Jiujiu white hair, old and never die!

Old but not dead!

At this moment, Song Ming felt that what Xu Qingxiao said was too right.

Some people have always held important positions and did not leave opportunities for young people. In their eyes, there are only struggles and interests, not the country.

In their eyes, it is not common people, but their own fame and their own interests.

Such gray hair!

Why not die?

Song Ming was silent, and the Great Wei Wenbao was in his hands. Suddenly, his mind was overwhelmed, and his heart was completely confused.

"Song Ming!"

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you go back and report to the great Confucians."

At this moment, a voice rang out, calling Song Ming, telling Song Ming to return to the Great Weiwen Palace and report the situation in time.

"it is good."

Song Ming nodded, and he left in response, subconsciously walking towards the Great Wei Palace.

A quarter of an hour later.

He saw a group of people who also came to report the situation. A small group of people walked very fast, as if they wanted to claim credit, and ran faster than them.

However, there is a group of people who seem a little lost for no reason, just like themselves.

They all held the Great Wei Wenbao in their hands.

Everyone looked at each other, and the lifeless eyes were full of confusion.

At this time, they returned to the Great Wei Palace.

I met Yan Lei and other great scholars.

"I've seen Yan Ru."

Everyone spoke in unison.

However, Yan Lei and all the great Confucians were staring at the auspicious clouds of public opinion in the sky, and didn't care about them.

"Back to Yanru, back to Zhangru, back to you great scholars, all the newspapers on Nanyi Street are sold out within a quarter of an hour."

"The people are all excited and happy."

Song Ming opened his mouth and said so.

"excited?"

When Yan Lei heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

But he didn't turn pale in shock, nor did he do anything else, but waved his hand and said.

"Continue to investigate!"

Yan Lei's words were very simple, that is, to continue to investigate, and let the other party continue to do things.

At this moment, Song Ming wanted to say something, but seeing Yan Lei's appearance, he finally opened his mouth and said nothing.

However, suddenly, someone came slowly.

He came to Yan Lei and said.

"Yan Ru, this is an article written by a student just now, I hope Yan Ru can read it in his spare time."

The voice sounded.

It was a very young scholar, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome appearance, bowed deeply to Yan Lei, and opened his mouth with a volume of articles.

Just saying this, Yan Lei couldn't help but look at the other party slowly, frowning slightly.

"What article?"

he asked directly.

The latter didn't even raise his head, but he still said excitedly in his tone.

"The chapter of the newspaper."

"Students have a clear understanding, so they boldly wrote an article, and I hope Yan Ru can read it in his free time."

"Of course, the students know that the articles are mediocre, and they just hope that Yan Ru can give some pointers in the future."

The latter replied that the article he wrote was his own perception, and he wanted to ask Yan Ru to have a look at it. It doesn't matter if he fails the draft, the main thing is to give some pointers.

Where the writing is not good and where the writing is good, talk to yourself, so that you can pay attention to it in the future.

This matter is very simple, that is, the students ask the teacher for advice.

Song Ming didn't pay attention.

He turned around to leave, but at this moment, Yan Lei's voice sounded.

"absurd!"

"You are a mere Confucian scholar, what qualifications do you have to write sentimental articles?"

"Every article in this Great Wei Wensheng Newspaper is written by a great Confucianist. The old man has to personally delete and select every article, seriously."

"Among them, many articles were deleted by the old man, and they are all first-class Confucians."

"What are you? A mere seventh-rank Confucian scholar, so arrogant? Don't you want to learn from Xu Qingxiao?"

Yan Lei's voice was furious, and he reprimanded the Confucian scholar.

In fact, he wasn't really angry, the main reason was that he waited too anxiously.

If it was normal, he would at most say "oh" to let the other party put it down, but he wouldn't even glance at it.

But now, he was calm on the surface, but in his heart he was burning with anxiety.

I look forward to getting better soon, and I hope that I can restore my status as a great Confucianist soon.

But I never thought that a Confucian scholar interrupted my mind, that's fine, the most important thing is that this Confucian scholar came to me with an article.

One such article.

If it's an ordinary article, just let yourself read it.

Can you wish to participate in the Confucianism talk in Wengong?

Are you worthy?

Are you worthy?

Are you a mere seventh-grade Confucian scholar?

This is where Yan Lei is really angry. A mere seventh-rank Mingyi Confucian scholar actually wrote this kind of article?

It's simply overpowering.

The most ridiculous thing is that he still has a face to show.

Yan Lei really wanted to tell him, how many great scholars have given him articles these days?How many great Confucian articles were rejected by him?

All the great Confucian scholars have been rejected by me, how dare you, a Confucian scholar of the seventh grade, dare to speak wild words?

As soon as these words were said, many people gathered to watch, even Song Ming couldn't help but look over.

The young Confucian scholar who was reprimanded by Yan Lei, at this moment, blushed, he was ashamed, lowered his head, but his ears were blood red.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, who would be able to stand being ridiculed and insulted by Yan Ru like this?

But this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. In the Great Wei Palace, this kind of thing will happen almost every once in a while.

But this scene brought back memories of Song Ming.

Because he was the same back then, dedicating his ideas and strategies to these great scholars, but the difference is that these great scholars did not insult him like Yan Lei.

It was a very indifferent sentence, full of mistakes and omissions, and then there was no more.

I didn't tell myself where I was wrong, and I didn't tell myself where there was a problem.

Some are just one sentence.

Now, how could this young Confucian scholar not be himself back then?

The scholar who has both ideas and ambitions, but doesn't receive any respect?

He is silent, silent!

Many scholars were also silent.

At this moment, Zhang Ning on the side also looked over.

The crowd looked at him.

It's just that Zhang Ning's eyes are indifferent and calm.

"Unbelievable!"

He opened his mouth slowly, said four words, and then stopped talking, but continued to look at the public opinion.

Overcome!

Following the sound of these four words, the latter wept, crying in shame.

His body trembled slightly, but he was not angry, but said in a crying voice.

"What the teacher teaches is that the students know that they are wrong."

He said so, admitting his mistakes and not daring to criticize Yan Ru, he is extremely humble.

"Bring the article."

At this moment, Yan Lei asked the other party to hand in the article.

All of a sudden, everyone became a little curious. They looked at Yan Lei, thinking that Yan Lei was just a knife-mouthed bean curd, and after a lesson, they read the other party's articles and gave pointers.

Even this young Confucian scholar was inexplicably agitated, and he handed over his essay to Yan Lei with great trepidation.

He never raised his head from the beginning to the end.

And Yan Lei took over his article.

He didn't even look at it, and threw it directly into the bamboo basket, and didn't even bother to open it.

This move silenced many scholars.

They were a little speechless.