"Guo Lin does have something to do with Zaixia, and he also wants to observe Ning Jieyuan's masterpiece again, so he did such an offensive thing, and he never wanted to make it look like this" Zhang Pu's face changed for a while, his face returned to calm, and he said such a thing, which made Ning Zhiyuan a little surprised.

Guo Lin is naturally the emaciated young man, and he is also the scholar who instigated the brainless Shen Qianlai to provoke him, Zhang Pu would not say such a sentence that he could talk to Ning Zhiyuan on an equal footing, even if he thought so in his heart, it felt too arrogant.

He knew that everything he had was given by those scholars, and he couldn't leave a bad impression on them, just like today when he stood up to excuse Guo Lin, it was all for his own image.

He is the concubine of the official eunuch family, and he is determined to create a poor world.

The corners of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth hooked up a sneer, Zhang Pu's words pushed him to the forefront again, the meaning of the words was obvious that he couldn't write poetry, and then he was angry and angry with them, so that Ning Zhiyuan's reputation in Shilin was even worse, and it was this abacus that he was facing, but he was facing Ning Zhiyuan.

From the bottom of his heart, Ning Zhiyuan was not touched, because he was not worried about the reputation of Shilin at all, what was that, well, it was roughly Zhang Pu and these stupid characters who were arrested by himself.

And if he can't think of any good poems, he can ignore Zhang Pu's words and leave by himself, but at this time, there is an excellent poem, and it is also the only excellent palindromic poem that has not yet come out in his memory.

"Zhang Gongzi, you said that you yourself signaled this group of fools to ask this son for advice, and then things wouldn't have turned out like this," Ning Daguan shook his head, "That official doesn't look at the face of the monk and looks at the face of the Buddha, and he won't be so rude, look at you"

Zhang Pu's face turned the color of pig's liver, and he was at a disadvantage again, and he obviously felt that even the expressions of the scholars looking at him were very strange, which made him feel ashamed for the first time in his thirty years of life.

Yes, it is not disgraceful to do this, but as long as you can hit the prestige of this Ning Jieyuan, everything will be worth it, and your reputation in the Donglin Party will skyrocket, Zhang Pu gritted his teeth and thought.

"In that case, it would be good for the boy to meet your requirements." Ning Zhiyuan's words came lightly, and the indescribable calmness in his tone made Zhang Pu's eyelids jump and he felt bad.

I forcibly cheered myself up, thinking about how palindrome poems could be so easy to compose, especially exquisite palindrome poems, I only learned about one poem by chance, but it was absolutely impossible to publish a second one.

"This word card is Bodhisattva, and the name is also palindrome." As Ning Daguan spoke, Zhang Pu's expression was obviously stagnant, and he quickly returned to normal, making Ning Zhiyuan sigh secretly.

There are always many things that he is difficult to understand, Zhang Pu's poem, written by Zhu Xi, the full name is the Bodhisattva Barbarian palindrome, Zhang Pu's expression told Ning Zhiyuan that he also knew, which made him even more sure that Zhang Pu got this poem from somewhere.

For a long time, Ning Zhiyuan liked Nalan Xingde's poems very much, with the legacy of the late Tang Dynasty, and since the Tang and Song dynasties, no one can compare with it.

"The fog window is cold to the twilight, and the twilight is to the cold window fog. The flowers are falling on the hoof, and the crows are falling on the flowers. ”

This is the upper part of a poem, everyone fell into contemplation, Zhang Pu's face was even pale, his fists were clenched, and the green tendons on his hands burst out.

It was only the first sentence that he knew he had lost.

The words 'fog' and 'curtain' are depressing, the style of writing is also excellent, and the artistic conception is difficult to feel for a while, but the palindromic poems with literary style are already very remarkable, just like the one he made, the coexistence of literary style and dual depression is enough to last forever, and he lowered his head dejectedly.

In fact, he didn't lose, because Ning Zhiyuan didn't mean to compare with him, it was like this from beginning to end.

As soon as the words came out, everyone tasted them for a while, and figured out a few percent of the meaning, and everyone had a feeling, which was a wonderful word.

Just by virtue of Shangque, it is enough to shine today, there is no first in ancient literature, there is no second in martial arts, this is wrong, a group of lay people ponder the messy idea, it seems that that is the truth, in every period, there is always a typical, just like Su Shi, who said that he was not the first at that time?

"Ning Xie Yuan is talented, Zhang Pu is willing to bow down." Zhang Pu gritted his teeth and spit out these words, feeling that he had been slapped in the face.

And then

There was a 'snap' sound, and the burning pain on his face told him that he had really been slapped, and his face suddenly became distorted.

He refused to call Ning Zhiyuan a big official from beginning to end, because he didn't want to be inferior, and now this hot feeling made him collapse.

"Waste." Without waiting for Zhang Pu to speak, Ning Zhiyuan spit out two words lightly, hitting his heart like a heavy stone.

"A bunch of waste that only sentimentalizes." Ning Daguan said lightly, "What is written on the word Ben Gongzi? ”

Everyone looked at each other, and they could be really angry in their hearts, this Ning Zhiyuan was too arrogant. However, they had no way to refute it, and their level did not allow them to make any powerful counterattack against Ning Zhiyuan.

"My son didn't want to toss with you, and it's also interesting to watch a group of wastes struggling to show off, but there are really people who don't know what to do."

"This official will tell you again, what I don't lack in the Ming Dynasty is you kind of waste, drunk and dreaming all day long, drunk with the Red Mansion, flirting with prostitutes, talking about serving the country, if you are in Ningxia, this Lord will behead you all over the house." There was a killing aura in Ning Zhiyuan's words, and his tone became indescribably cold.

These words evoked the hidden memories in the hearts of those scholars, this Ning Jieyuan, but he killed a lot of people, and it was rumored that he killed a lot of people, starting from the first day, killing anti-people along the way, killing anti-thieves, killing aliens, and killing women and children

They felt that they had done something stupid, and they were surprised, because in fact, they didn't do anything, but Ning Zhiyuan scolded them together.

Guo Lin and Zhang Pu suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and their bodies were a little uncontrollable, but they didn't all come out, and the other two young men in brocade clothes were already trembling, lowering their heads and not daring to speak, which made Ning Zhiyuan feel a little familiar.

"Zhang Pu, you're just a person, you're a lot older, why do you love to toss so blindly." Ning Zhiyuan cruelly continued to pierce the last disguise.

"Bringing people to storm the county government is to be disloyal, to form a party for privacy, and even more disloyal, and to guide your henchmen to attack the officials of this court, which is very disloyal, so why are traitors like you still living in this world?"

Zhang Pu's face became more and more pale, and there was no trace of blood on his face, Ning Zhiyuan's words slashed his heart several times, which was more uncomfortable than hitting himself, how did the deeds he was proud of become like this in his mouth.

Attacking the county government is just because the filthy officials are rampant and the Fushe is established, just to promote justice and attack you, just to earn bargaining chips in front of the Donglin Party.

If the people they want to deal with are lost face by themselves, they will inevitably be worth a lot, and the green clouds are only at the moment, and dominating Donglin is not an extravagant hope.

Everything has a reason, but more of it is his own selfish interests, he is just an official family, and it is all up to him to have today's status.

The words of "————" explanation were like choking in his throat, but the words of righteous words in the past could no longer be spoken, and he knew that even if he said it, what he would greet next would only be another slap from Ning Daguan.

In the attic, Li Xiangjun's face was full of smiles, and there was indescribable brilliance in his eyes, looking at Bian Yujing, who was a little pale on the side, and it was difficult to hide his happiness and said heavy words of comfort.

"Sister Yujing, Xiangjun doesn't know why you are like this, this is just Ning Gongzi's opinion, do you care?" Li Xiangjun said in a crisp voice.

Bian Yujing was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, that Ning Zhiyuan's mouth was full of disdain for these scholars and scholars, and he sneered at this kind of poetry club, and these were her favorite entertainment when she lived to the age of seventeen, watching a group of respected literati and scholars composing poems and fighting, this feeling, no one could change.

"I don't care." Bian Yujing shook her head gently, a little speechless, and a touch of loss in her heart told her that she was a little concerned, and the feeling in the case was that a young talent who was in the limelight was Yingjie, and she couldn't let go of what she had done.

This kind of thought comes inexplicably, and it is also very reasonable, if it is said that Ning Zhiyuan has no status in Bian Yujing's heart at this time, the most important point is that the young Yingjie has just made his favorite poem, and in a blink of an eye, he is disdainful of himself and others, she is waiting for the next que, but this appearance seems to be gone.

Although Li Xiangjun is only less than fourteen years old, more than a year of tempering her temperament has made her think much more than she originally wanted, smiled lightly, and didn't say anything more about it.

"Sister Yujing, that Xiangjun is going back first." Li Xiangjun stood up and greeted Bian Yujing.

"Are you going back?" Bian Yujing was stunned and puzzled, things had reached a climax, and with Xiangjun's temperament, he cared about Ning Jieyuan, why did he leave.

"Hmm." Li Xiangjun nodded lightly, caring does not mean that he can see the whole scene in the dark, but it can also be quietly still somewhere, which is called waiting.

Seeing Bian Yujing nodded, Li Xiangjun left the room with his little maid, among several green buildings, there is an alley that is the same, and their exchanges are through that quiet alley, Qinglou Willow Lane, that is Willow Lane.

"Rou'er, what do you think the genius below likes the most?" Bian Yujing asked the maid beside her, this is her maid, but in fact she is her sister, for a long time, they depend on each other, Bian Yujing is also for Bian Rouer, and strives to become a famous prostitute she can rely on, so as not to let her be intoxicated by Qinglou.

"Who? Naturally, it was Ning Jieyuan. Bian Rouer is very simple, with a hint of adoration on her face, she is about the same age as Li Xiangjun, in layman's terms, she only knows how to look at faces.

Bian Yujing fell silent, staring straight downstairs at the impassioned young man.

"If this official is like you, he only knows nothing every day, and he has died more than a hundred times in Ningxia, and this official is not even afraid of the iron cavalry of Outer Mongolia, what are you?" Ning Daguan slapped him again, with a cold face, and his words were extremely arrogant.

Zhang Pu gritted his teeth, he was afraid that he would really not be able to rush forward, and then be innocently killed by the group of barbarians in front of him, he would endure it, and the pain on his face was also telling him that force is sometimes very important, such as now.

He knew that he would be fine even if he beat Ning Zhiyuan now, no one would catch him, just like Ning Zhiyuan would be fine if he beat him, but he couldn't do it.

"You haven't answered Ben Gongzi's words yet, is the poem good?" Ning Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and asked again, from beginning to end, he was the only one talking.

"Now you can listen up."

Many of these scholars are interested in poetry, their eyes are lit up at this time, Zhang Pu's heart is twitching, he can only faintly hope that Ning Zhiyuan will be a big ugly man this time, but he also knows that as long as this Ning Jieyuan is not sick in his brain, this kind of thing is unlikely to happen.

It's just that since he dared to beat up the scholar in public, he didn't know very well whether he was sick in the brain.

"The sleeves are thin, and the thin shadows are thin. The wind is red, and the red is windy. ”

This is the lower que, just like the style of the upper que, depressed and symmetrical, savoring the upper and lower que, fresh and smooth, free to move the pen, but it is a rare masterpiece.

The style of painting is bleak, and it is similar to the style of poppies made by Ning Zhiyuan before, and in the hearts of everyone, Ning Zhiyuan's unique style of writing has been faintly formed.

For a moment, the scene was silent.

Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth and said, "Today's matter, this official will give you this face, just forget it, if there is a next time, it will not be so simple." Ning Daguanren's fingers poked Zhang Pu's collarbone, the force made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't dodge it.

In Ning Zhiyuan's view, he is particular about his title, when he calls himself a son, when he is an official and a lord, he is a particular person.

Zhang Pu was holding back a mouthful of old blood in his heart, the matter has become so big, is this still called giving himself face?

I'm not a particular person.

"Thank you Ning Xie Yuan's men for their mercy." Zhang Pu said with difficulty.

"You're welcome," Ning Zhiyuan looked at the situation, but smiled, but there was coldness in his smile, "At least, you're not dead yet, are you?" ”

Everyone gasped.

Zhang Pu gritted his teeth and was embarrassed, but he did not lose the function of thinking, he knew that Ning Zhiyuan would not kill them, and he would not dare to kill them, from Ning Zhiyuan's eyes, he saw the disdain for himself and others, although this made Zhang Pu very annoyed and helpless, but he was also more sure that the other party would not accompany his future because of killing himself and others.

Humiliation, humiliation, and having to endure it. (To be continued.) )