He really couldn't have imagined that this time his disciple would suddenly be possessed by the spirit of the poet immortal and poet saint and write such beautiful poems.

Just now, he has been struggling with one thing, if Bu Ru's poems are not as good as Wang Zimeng, who should he tick off.

If you tick Buru with your conscience, your conscience will not go. If you favor the disciples to tick him, people will laugh at him for favoritism.

Well, now that you have a good conscience for your disciples, you won't be upset, and no one dares to say that you are favoritism, right?

The rest of the Xiucai also picked up the pen and ticked the works of the two, although there were also seven or eight people who ticked Wang Zimeng's works, but most of them gave the hook to Bu Ru.

In the end, even Chen Jiaoyu ticked off Bu Ru's works.

"Chen Jiaoyu, you ......" Wang Zimeng glared at him, just about to say something.

He Jiaoyu stopped him and said in a low voice; "The magistrate of Gui County is here,"

"What is a small magistrate, dare to sing against me? My uncle told him to go east and west......"

He Jiaoyu shook his head and said; "He's from King Jingjiang's side."

"Can King Jingjiang's people not listen to their boss?"

"King Jingjiang has been cultivating here for hundreds of years, and his influence is extraordinary, not to mention the prefect, even if the political envoy is the envoy, he will not dare to move."

The political envoys and the envoys are equivalent to the first and second leaders of a province.

The prince was shocked when he heard this; "How is it possible, according to what you say, then they don't take the court seriously at all?"

"Alas......" He Jiaoyu sighed and did not speak.

"Even if King Jingjiang's dog is here, he is just a magistrate, articles and poems are a matter of the literary world, and Mr. He's authority is heavier than him in this regard, you say that Bu Ru's poems are not good, and he has nothing to do."

He Jiaoyu smiled bitterly and shook his head; "If it's just him here, I'm not afraid, I can try to turn over my hands, but the old man who just spoke next to him seems to be his mentor, Zhu Youchen, the first-class guest of King Jingjiang."

At this time, Wang Zimeng finally showed a surprised expression, and almost lost his voice; "He is the famous Confucian Zhu Youchen of Jingjiang Mansion who won the examination more than 30 years ago, but resigned from Hanlin and returned home?"

"Exactly! This person has been famous in the literary world for a long time, and even my uncle's fame is one step behind him, so I didn't expect him to appear here. ”

"I remember, I heard my uncle say a few years ago that he and the prince of Jingjiang went to Gui County, and this Zhuzhi County is the cousin of the princess."

"In this way, then this Zhu County Order can't be offended."

"In that case, what about today...... Am I not going to lose to this mountain villager among the crowds? The prince looked at Buru with hatred.

He Jiaoyu pondered for a moment, and suddenly said loudly; "You can't see the level of the two people with just one poem, I think each person can write two more poems, and the three sets are two wins ......"

Bu Ru's poem is very good, and he also wondered if the other party would be a poem plagiarized from somewhere. But this is highly unlikely.

If a scholar plagiarizes other people's works and compares them for a competitive purpose during the literary meeting, as long as he is recognized by a well-informed reader, then the whole person will not simply die socially, and will even be left stinking for 10,000 years, and he will not be able to raise his head and be a man for the rest of his life.

So no one ever dared to take that risk.

If it weren't for plagiarism, it would be impossible for this person who has been reading books for two or three years to write such good poems again.

So if you compare another song, Wang Zimeng will definitely win.

Even if he can't win, then Wang Zimeng can't blame himself.

When he said this, he was actually a little cheeky, so backsliding, and it was obvious that he was biased in favor of Wang Zimeng, which was easy to offend.

But there is no way, who told him to take ten taels of silver to accompany him here, if this prince is disgraced, let alone offend him, even his uncle's thigh himself can't be hugged.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, he immediately attracted the surprised eyes around him.

His old face suddenly felt hot.

"If you ask another question 3, what kind of subject do you want to write about?"

"There is no limit to the subject matter,"

He really couldn't have imagined that this time his disciple would suddenly be possessed by the spirit of the poet immortal and poet saint and write such beautiful poems.

Just now, he has been struggling with one thing, if Bu Ru's poems are not as good as Wang Zimeng, who should he tick off.

If you tick Buru with your conscience, your conscience will not go. If you favor the disciples to tick him, people will laugh at him for favoritism.

Well, now that you have a good conscience for your disciples, you won't be upset, and no one dares to say that you are favoritism, right?

The rest of the Xiucai also picked up the pen and ticked the works of the two, although there were also seven or eight people who ticked Wang Zimeng's works, but most of them gave the hook to Bu Ru.

In the end, even Chen Jiaoyu ticked off Bu Ru's works.

"Chen Jiaoyu, you ......" Wang Zimeng glared at him, just about to say something.

He Jiaoyu stopped him and said in a low voice; "The magistrate of Gui County is here,"

"What is a small magistrate, dare to sing against me? My uncle told him to go east and west......"

He Jiaoyu shook his head and said; "He's from King Jingjiang's side."

"Can King Jingjiang's people not listen to their boss?"

"King Jingjiang has been cultivating here for hundreds of years, and his influence is extraordinary, not to mention the prefect, even if the political envoy is the envoy, he will not dare to move."

The political envoys and the envoys are equivalent to the first and second leaders of a province.

The prince was shocked when he heard this; "How is it possible, according to what you say, then they don't take the court seriously at all?"

"Alas......" He Jiaoyu sighed and did not speak.

"Even if King Jingjiang's dog is here, he is just a magistrate, articles and poems are a matter of the literary world, and Mr. He's authority is heavier than him in this regard, you say that Bu Ru's poems are not good, and he has nothing to do."

He Jiaoyu smiled bitterly and shook his head; "If it's just him here, I'm not afraid, I can try to turn over my hands, but the old man who just spoke next to him seems to be his mentor, Zhu Youchen, the first-class guest of King Jingjiang."

At this time, Wang Zimeng finally showed a surprised expression, and almost lost his voice; "He is the famous Confucian Zhu Youchen of Jingjiang Mansion who won the examination more than 30 years ago, but resigned from Hanlin and returned home?"

"Exactly! This person has been famous in the literary world for a long time, and even my uncle's fame is one step behind him, so I didn't expect him to appear here. ”

"I remember, I heard my uncle say a few years ago that he and the prince of Jingjiang went to Gui County, and this Zhuzhi County is the cousin of the princess."

"In this way, then this Zhu County Order can't be offended."

"In that case, what about today...... Am I not going to lose to this mountain villager among the crowds? The prince looked at Buru with hatred.

He Jiaoyu pondered for a moment, and suddenly said loudly; "You can't see the level of the two people with just one poem, I think each person can write two more poems, and the three sets are two wins ......"

Bu Ru's poem is very good, and he also wondered if the other party would be a poem plagiarized from somewhere. But this is highly unlikely.