Sun Zhongyang himself also had a guess that his father Sun Xiuwen had a great plan, and now that he has taken risks and stood on Lu Shu's side, he must not be willing to continue to be a rich idler in Wangcheng, but even if he Sun Zhongyang is bold, he does not dare to guess in the direction of the Emperor of Heaven.

He knew the gap between himself and his father, his father Sun Xiuwen was a really courageous person, and now he was just a young man who was a little stronger than the children of Wang Cheng.

But now that his father Sun Xiuwen has really become the emperor of heaven, Sun Zhongyang suddenly feels that he may still be a little unaware of his father, and the other party's courage is even greater than he imagined!

The Heavenly Emperor of the Four Directions has always been the supreme authority in this Lu Zhouli, and usually the Divine King Palace does not exercise much power at all, so the Heavenly Emperor himself is the most powerful person.

And now, Sun Zhongyang found out that he had become the son of the Emperor of Heaven?

He is not like other families, he needs to compete with many brothers and sisters for the throne, Sun Xiuwen only has one son!

Sun Xiuwen once had a wife, but his wife died of a strange illness in his early years, and Sun Xiuwen has never married a newcomer since then, and the heir is Sun Zhongyang.

Sun Zhongyang knows very well that his father really loves his mother to the bones, and he often sighs how difficult it is to be born in a warm and emotional family in a wealthy family in Wangcheng.

Now, he is the son of the Emperor of Heaven!

In the future, anyone who wants to do business in Xizhou must look at the face of the Sun family, everyone used to sit on an equal footing, but now the Sun family is already high, this feeling is really wonderful!

Sun Zhongyang warned himself not to be carried away by joy, but how could he have such a city?

Turning his head, Sun Zhongyang suddenly found that the twelve dead soldiers sent to him by his father had knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

These dead men have been following Sun Xiuwen for hundreds of years, and they know very well that the Sun family will not have the drama of seizing the heir at all, so hugging Sun Zhongyang's thigh can rest easy!

Sun Zhongyang sighed a little, now that he is a son and a father, he doesn't know when he will be able to go out.

Thinking of this, Sun Zhongyang waved his hand: "Calm down, continue to write your homework, any of you will finish your homework and write mine." ”

Now that he can finally speak a little tougher, he dares to let people help him with his homework! In the past, these twelve dead soldiers were all his father's henchmen, how dare he call others before he was approved by the other party?

To be honest, the Twelve Dead didn't expect that one day they would be reduced to helping people with their homework......

You know, they are the great worshippers who aspire to be comparable to the twelve pythons to serve the guests.

At this time, Lu Shu was walking towards the Peach Blossom Hall, and he could already hear the talk inside at the door, and the Peach Blossom Hall had countless futons in the pavilion and water pavilion, and everyone who came could choose a futon to sit down and listen.

There is a small area in the middle of the pavilion and the most conspicuous place, which is used to preach, and the speaker must sit on it.

There were three old men sitting in the sermon, and only one of them said: "This kind of over-interpretation is actually a miscellaneous talk from the sidelines, and you will not mention it in the future." How can such a beautiful poem of persuading farmers on the afternoon of hoeing day be tarnished at will?"

An old man hurriedly said: "This is the argument put forward by that person, Zhang Lao Shenyan!"

Zhang Lao was angry: "Even if he took the Wu Weijun to the royal city again, I still have to say this, he is an ignorant child, how dare he misinterpret the poems of the god king like this?"

The point that Lu Shu put forward in Tiangeng Town had already spread to Wangcheng, after all, the mobility of Wang scholars was quite large, and they liked to run around.

At a time when this argument was slowly turning into a small branch, everyone knew that this was a strange statement made by the lord of the Armed Guards, and now that the Armed Guards were in full swing, some royal scholars began to advocate such remarks, and of course there were many more who opposed it......

Someone whispered: "Some people say that one is the orthodox ......"

"Fart, is it fake that you are a holy decree, he is just a chaotic party!"

"Shhhhhhh

The others laughed: "What are you afraid of, he hasn't arrived in the royal city yet, and even if he is in front of me, I dare to say this, when did our Lu Zhou kill a literati, is he not afraid that the heavens will criticize him?"

Lu Shu listened to it from the side, and he couldn't understand where the self-confidence of this group of players came from......

However, Lu Shu didn't pay attention to them now, but changed the details of his appearance, got up and walked around the crowd, and every time he saw someone, he would send a book to the other party.

Those books were all prepared by Zhong Yutang when Lu Shu was about to leave the earth, and at that time, Zhong Yutang still didn't understand why Lu Shu asked him to prepare these books.

And those Wang scholars sitting on the futon took the book and were stunned when they saw the title of the book, and the thick cover of the book read: Appreciation of Ancient Poetry......

There are not only poems, but also annotations, as well as the sources of the poems in the articles, which are extremely detailed.

When the Wang scholars saw these books, they felt a little wrong, because the binding technology of this book was much stronger than Lu Zhou's thread-bound books, and holding them in their hands was like looking at the products of two time and space...... In fact, it is.

It's not that thread-bound books aren't exquisite, but they can still see how to make thread-bound books, but the earth's modern binding technology is beyond their capabilities, for example, this printing technology is not something that Lu Zhou can handle.

Technology aside, they are a little dizzy when they open the book and see the content inside, why is it that the beginning is not the same as what they know?

Who is Li Bai, who is Du Fu, aren't these poems written by the old god king, why has the author changed?

At this time, they wanted to find Lu Shu to theorize, or ask about the situation, but Lu Shu was running around at this time, and he couldn't find anyone for a long time.

At this time, everyone can only look at the ancient poems in their hands in a daze, and slowly the three old men on the podium also found that something is wrong, why are the people below holding a book in a daze!?

Their eyes wandered over, after all, they sat a little higher, and it was easier to look down at the overall situation, so they saw Lu Shu who was handing out books.

One of them was stunned for a long time and shouted to Lu Shu, "That kid, what are you doing?"

Lu Shucai doesn't care what they say, of course he has to finish the book first!

This is a gathering of Wang scholars, and the most famous Wang scholars in the whole Lu Zhou are here, as long as he destroys the faith here first, then are you afraid that there will be no negative emotions?

Lu Shu is not very willing to do things that harm others and benefit himself, after all, there is a bottom line, but he invented a new negative emotional value income, which is called self-harm and self-interest......