Chu Chu shook his head, carefully put the policy theory written by Xiao Yao on Yu Tianchang's bookcase, and bowed: "This is written by Senior Brother Xiao Yao, and I sent it for him to participate in the selection of policies and opinions in Zhaoming's anthology." ”

Yu Tianchang said: "Why didn't he send it himself? Chu Chu said: "He, like you, belongs to the category of idle clouds and wild cranes. Yu Tianchang picked it up and glanced at it, his eyes lit up a little, and he couldn't help nodding again and again: "What a spring and autumn brushwork!" ”

On the day of the selection of literary theories, the lecture building was full of friends, and the biggest highlight was, of course, Li Zhongxian, the king of Xiangyang, who also came.

Mountain Chief Wei Shiren coughed as usual, cleared his throat, and said: "This Zhaoming anthology, with the active participation of my Lumen students, all kinds of chapters have come one after another, so that the mountain chief is overwhelmed with special satisfaction, after I and the deputy mountain chief and a group of gentlemen carefully selected, in line with the principle of fairness and fairness, the ranking of this essay is arranged, and now I will read it, and there is an honor...... First-class text, "Yao Shun Zhiren does not favor people", this article is noble, the literary environment is prosperous, the idea is vast, and the theme is far-reaching, I have been a mountain chief for so many years, it can be said that it is the only good article that makes me insomnia," Wei Shiren glanced at Yu Tianchang and said: "The person who wrote this heroic essay is, of course, the little prince!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, because all the Confucian scholars present knew that the little prince had no blood relationship with the article in his life, and to say that he was rich in literature was simply to slander his ancestors and ancestors.

However, who called him the little prince? He can't be the first, who gets the first? So, think about it, and it makes sense.

But there was one person who couldn't figure it out, she stood up, looked at the mountain chief on the seat, and the majestic King of Xiangyang who sat in the middle of the majestic and majestic Gonggong princes, and the voice was like a hundred spirits, passing through the ignorant hearts of everyone, only reaching their ears.

"Master Shan, are you mistaken, the author of this article is not Xiao Wangye, it is Meng Haoran." Shan Chang was angry, he didn't expect that on such a high-level occasion, someone would dare to stand up and raise objections, this guts is a little fat, right?

He shuddered his legs, trembled his voice, stopped and interrupted Chu Chu's words, and shouted: "You little Confucian student, is this the place where you speak?" I won't give you back yet! ”

Xiao Yao said: "The sages have a saying, the mouth of the people is more important than the defense of Sichuan, since this is the Zhaoming Yaji, since the adults allow us Confucian students to participate, presumably it is also to let us speak freely here and communicate with each other, if even the author of this review of the first-class article is mistaken, in the future, will it not be ashamed of the people of the world?" ”

"You ......" Wei Shiren pointed at Chu Chu, so angry that his hat was about to shake. Li Zhongxian, who had been sitting quietly and observing on the side, snorted, made a gesture towards Wei Shiren, and asked, "Can you tell this king, who is the author of the first-class text?" ”

Li Chun, who was sitting in the center of the front row below, had a pale face like rice paper, his eyes were bloodshot, he glanced back at Chu Chu, and two flames burst out of his eyes. When he met his father's stern eyes, it disappeared again, after all, he knew very well that his father's purpose in this activity was to select talents for the rebellion.