Hearing Zhang Keda's words, the people present couldn't help but laugh loudly.

boasting in front of many writers that he is talented and learning, and this is still coming from the mouth of a high school student who has no skills.

It's like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and anyone who sounds like him will laugh off his big teeth.

"Chen Xiaoyou, then you can tell me, when Zhuge Liang wrote the "Book of Commandments", what was his real original intention?" Jin Zerui asked curiously.

Chen Hao stood with his hands in his hands, and his breath was high.

The eyes are like torches, looking straight into the distance.

There is no wind around, but the clothes are automatic, and the handsome posture is quite a general fairy temperament.

Guo Jingfei, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but snort coldly, and said in his heart that the opportunity to see Chen Hao make a mess finally came.

With his literary brilliance, when Chen Hao is embarrassed, he will stand up casually and spray him with a few hundred words, which is not a problem.

"The Book of Commandments, judging from the title of the book, is indeed a letter written by Zhuge Liang to his son Zhuge Zhan before his death, but in fact, the real purpose of his writing this article is not as passed on by posterity, in other words, to judge the articles written by others, which is actually a rumor in disguise."

As soon as Chen Hao's words came out, everyone present stared at him with surprised eyes.

This is an academic conclusion given by generations of scholars in later generations, how can it be regarded as a rumor?

"Everyone in the world thinks that Zhuge Liang wrote the Book of Commandments to educate his son to be quiet and indifferent to fame and fortune, but in fact, the historical facts are just the opposite."

Chen Hao's words were like a boulder thrown into the sea, causing an uproar.

Everyone looked at each other, and many shook their heads with disdainful expressions on their faces.

"Tell the truth! Young man, I advise you to admit your mistakes as soon as possible, otherwise, you will be condemned for slandering history! A middle-aged man angrily accused.

Chen Hao lightly hooked his lips and continued: "Zhuge Kongming has made countless achievements in his life, and he has fallen into a reputation through the ages, but there is a good saying, no one is perfect, and he also made a lot of mistakes in his later years. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

Many people blinked their eyes, as if they were lost in thought.

But more people still have a disdainful attitude towards Chen Hao, thinking that he is talking nonsense.

At this time, Chen Hao's eyes suddenly appeared with a touch of sadness.

As if, Mr. Kong Ming possessed the body, and the shape naturally revealed a Wei Ran posture overlooking the world.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, his eyes were half-narrowed, and he continued: "Therefore, when writing the Book of Commandments, Mr. Kong Ming's original intention was not to hope that his beloved son would be indifferent to fame and fortune. ”

When he said this, Chen Hao's eyes were full of sadness that could not be concealed.

His voice was low, as if Zhuge was alive, and his grief and remorse were naturally revealed.

Many literati present were already very sensitive to language and writing, and when they heard Chen Hao say this, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

Especially Jin Zerui, when he looked at Chen Hao, the light revealed in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Guo Jingfei, who was sitting next to Chen Hao, was stunned for a while, and he didn't react to what Chen Hao had just said for a long time.

He studied the article "Book of Commandments" in a Chinese textbook, and when the teacher was in class, he took notes very carefully, and consulted a lot of materials after class, so he thought that he was very familiar with this article.

However, he couldn't understand a word of the words that came out of Chen Hao's mouth just now.

What remorse, what heartache, these words, the Chinese teacher did not say in class.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Keda shouted first.

He looked at Chen Hao coldly, and said disdainfully: "What you said is complete nonsense, who here doesn't know that Mr. Zhuge has been indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, otherwise he wouldn't have written such an eternal sentence as 'non-tranquility has no far-reaching, non-indifferent and unclear ambition', and you actually said that he wants to assist his son to the throne, when you say it, don't you feel contradictory?" ”

Hearing Zhang Keda's rebuttal, everyone present nodded one after another.

Although Zhuge Liang has left stains in his life, no one is perfect, and in general, the image he left for future generations is still indifferent to fame and fortune.

Chen Hao's analysis just now is undoubtedly deliberately slandering his image.

"Contradiction?" Chen Hao let out a low laugh self-deprecatingly, nodded, and then asked Zhang Keda, "Mr. Zhang, then let me ask you, do you also have selfish intentions?" ”

"I ......"

Zhang Keda's face hesitated, pondered for a few seconds, and he replied loudly and categorically: "But everyone has selfish intentions, and so do I!" ”

"Since you also have it, why don't you dare to admit that Mr. Kong Ming back then was just as selfish, the so-called quiet and far-reaching, indifferent and ambitious, to put it nicely, it was just a protective cover used by literati to modify themselves and cover themselves." Chen Hao said with a wry smile.

"This ......"

Zhang Keda's face suddenly became ugly: "But Mr. Kong Ming is a person with real ambitions, and he is definitely not comparable to narrow-minded people like me, and you slander him like this, you are slandering history!" ”

"Slander history?"

Chen Hao smiled lowly, shook his head, and looked into the distance: "Speaking your inner words is actually regarded as slandering history." ”

Of course, this sentence, in the ears of ordinary people, will only regard him as a madman talking to himself.

Chen Hao's assertion sounds to many writers to be baseless nonsense.

Isn't it ridiculous that a high school student who can't spit out ivory in his dog mouth wants to fiddle with his literary talent in front of a group of literati and artists?

"Although this person is still a student, he usually learns all the books he usually goes to school from pigs, right?"

"I almost died of laughter when I said something about it."

"Bullshit!"

"How can such a person be qualified to participate in the wind collection activities of our writers' association?"

"I think my dog barks twice, which makes more sense than what this kid just said."

Everyone present pointed at Chen Hao, and their mouths emitted disdainful ridicule.

Chen Hao didn't care at all, smiled bitterly, and sat down indifferently.

A few seconds later, his eyes blinked, and the sadness of his previous moment lingered.

"Okay, okay, everyone don't care, I just said, everyone sits down and speaks freely, and we don't need to care too much about the accuracy of the speech, besides, this is just what my nephew's classmates said, it's good that everyone has heard and laughed, don't spoil the Yaxing who came out to collect wind today." Guo Nan stood up for the round.

Although it is a round field, the words are still full of disdain.

"I think what Chen Xiaoyou said just now is quite reasonable." At this time, Kanazer Rui, who had been smiling and silent, suddenly spoke.