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Liu Ziqian secretly glanced at Fu Juren, who was sitting at the top with an expressionless face, Confucianism pays attention to the outline. It is not an exaggeration to say that master and apprentice are not father and son and are better than father and son, and they share honor and disgrace.

The son does not teach, and the teacher is lazy.

According to the Great Cadre Law, if a student makes a mistake, the teacher will also be punished.

No matter how bold he was, he didn't dare to pretend to be a master here, so he lowered his eyebrows and said with some sneer.

"I was born in my later life, and I didn't have the opportunity to listen to Fu Xuezheng's teachings, let alone enter the lintel of Fu Xuezheng. ”

"You are invited to participate in the poetry meeting?"

Situ Xing looked at Liu Ziqian, who had a pale face and a begging for mercy in his eyes, and was not moved at all, he was not the overlord of Chu who was selling his reputation and reputation, so naturally he would not do that kind of stupid thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain, and the relatives and enemies were happy.

Liu Ziqian is a poisonous snake, if he is not completely killed, he must always guard against his plotted counterattack.

"None!"

Liu Ziqian is neither famous nor a famous businessman, how could he be invited, and he was able to enter the poetry club because of Li Chengze's relationship.

"You are neither an official nor a meritorious person, nor a disciple of the master, nor do you know the nobles of the court, and you have not been invited, how are you qualified to participate in the poetry meeting held by this division?"

Situ Xing stood up suddenly, his hair was open, and he shouted loudly and angrily like thunder.

Liu Ziqian stood there with a hasty face, with a white sweat on his face, and seeing everyone's disdainful looks, he was even more at a loss, looking at Bai Zicong and Li Chengze as if asking for help.

Fu Juren's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, reasonable, and his words were like knives, raising personal contradictions to a class position, and he was deeply involved in the samadhi.

Only such a person can survive in the deceitful environment of the imperial court.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, Situ was reborn and completely lost his poor and depressed spirit, which is really teachable.

Where can Bai Zicong and Li Chengze take care of Liu Ziqian now, looking at their eyes and nose, and looking at their hearts, as if they were carved from wood and stone, and it seems that they didn't find Liu Ziqian's request for help at all.

Fu Juren saw that there was no trace of twilight and sour anger on Situ Xing's body, but he was standing on the dragon plate, and his bearing pattern was amazing, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

If Situ is able to raise people and make a difference in the officialdom, his mention of him that day will definitely become a good story of Shilin.

"This is the Liuyu Poetry Society, there is no white ding, there is a great Confucianism in talking and laughing, I am Maocai, the son of a saint, a protégé of the Son of Heaven, wearing a sword in green clothes, leading the township, preaching the education of the saint. This is a hadith, and it is the law of the court, and who are you and who gave you the courage to provoke our nobles here?"

"You despise the laws of the imperial court and despise the Hadith of Confucius, what a big dog!"

Situ Xing's face was gloomy, and he said angrily, and the last break was even more of a use of the Legalist's deterrence, and the dragon qi in the sky above the poetry meeting boiled suddenly, and the huge net representing the country's law fell out of thin air.

The statue of Confucius in the Temple of Literature suddenly shot out a white light, symbolizing the appearance of the sons of Wendao in the white light.

The Legalist disciple is the best at taking advantage of the situation, and he used the means of transferring flowers and trees to move Confucius and the court law out, instantly raising the contradiction between the two to the contradiction between the scholar class and the commoner class.

Under the deliberate guidance of Situ Xing, the eyes of Xiucai who were present looking at Liu Ziqian changed subtly.

"You!"

Liu Ziqian was taken away by the momentum of Situ Xing, his face was dull, and the last sound of breaking off seemed to sound a thunder in his ears, his liver and gallbladder were broken, and his body couldn't help but regress, one did not stand firmly, fell to the ground, and even the scribe towel on his head fell without noticing.

looked at Liu Ziqian, who was embarrassed, and Li Chengze, who was silent.

The literati who had been bullied by Liu Ziqian all clapped their palms and laughed, their eyes full of banter.

"It's really Sven sweeping the floor, full of dog bones. ”

"It's just a white coat, An dares to be so presumptuous!"

Huang Zicheng kicked away the copywriting in front of him, pulled out the long sword at his waist, slashed the corner of the table with a sword, stood up and shouted angrily.

"How can this be reasonable, Ru'an dares to be so presumptuous, there can be a saint in his eyes, but there is a king's law?"

"How can this be reasonable, but a white ding, he dares to try to attack Tsing Yi, it is really unreasonable. ”

"Thou art but the son of a lowly merchant, and you dare to be so presumptuous. ”

The other Xiucai were guided by a few people, and they were like cats with their tails stepped on, and they were angry one by one, as if the person who was humiliated was himself. This is also the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, if you don't suppress this unhealthy atmosphere, who will be in awe of the green clothes on Xiucai's body in the future.

The power of the literati is powerful, not to mention that all the famous people in Zhibei County are gathered together, and this force is condensed together, even the county has to be afraid of three points.

I saw that the invisible Wen Qi of everyone gathered into an iron fist and smashed it hard against Liu Ziqian's head.

Liu Ziqian's already thick luck on the top of his head was instantly dispersed. The life grid that has not yet been condensed is even more shattered into countless fragments.

Liu Ziqian heard a broken voice in his ears, and faintly felt that there was a big problem with himself, and his face became more and more gray.

Fu Juren didn't look at Liu Ziqian, who looked embarrassed, Liu Ziqian borrowed the momentum of Bai and Li and acted domineeringly, no one in Zhibei County dared to provoke, he had already heard of it.

But that's the case, Liu Ziqian is just an ant to him. Liu Ziqian's fame, he can win it with a word.

"A good one" talks and laughs with Confucianism, and there is no vain correspondence. ”

This sentence makes people feel a kind of enlightenment, like a spring breeze, I don't know which one made it, but unfortunately I can't see the whole picture, regret. Situ Ke has a complete poem?"

The more Fu Juren looked at Si Tu's execution, the more satisfied he felt, and asked with some excitement.

This article is not written by everyone, but the disciple has a feeling, please correct it. ”

Situ Xing bowed and said respectfully.

Liu Ziqian couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, this time he was really angry, as long as he was not noticed by Fu Xuezheng, he was now eager to be a transparent person, if there was a crack in the ground, he would not hesitate to get into it.

It's a pity that he didn't know that he was injured by the dragon's qi and gentleness, and his luck was the most sluggish, how could he escape punishment.

Fu Juren is now a hundred satisfied with Situ Xing, how could he forget his existence.

"Liu Ziqian misbehaves and does not abide by the law of etiquette, he should be deprived of his child's degree, and he will not be allowed to gain fame unless the Holy Emperor amnesties the world!"

Fu Juren looked at Liu Ziqian, who was at a loss and had no scholarly demeanor, and his disgust was even heavier, and he couldn't help but look cold, and his voice was like a knife.

Left and right, he took off his scarf and put it out. ”

"No!"

Fu Juren is a scholar and politician in a place, so he naturally has a guard entourage, and two tall sergeants stepped forward, because Liu Ziqian's scarf had already fallen, so there was no need to take it off. One left and one right, holding the thin Liu Ziqian, walked outside.

"Master Xuezheng, students don't dare anymore, don't deprive me of my fame. ”

Liu Ziqian only reacted at this time, his voice was terrible, and he shouted loudly while struggling.

"Now dare to talk nonsense, when did the old man ever have you as a student. ”

"Drag it out. ”

Fu Juren's face turned blue with anger, and he shouted loudly.