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This is to see what Yan Junhong has done!

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Just now I said that whether Yan Junhong is Mr. Wang Yunming's illegitimate son is a joke after all, and this person wants to see what Yan Junhong has done, and he faintly contradicts Mr. Wang Yunming.

Yes, just don't accept it!

I don't know what he did to make you do that.

If Yan Junhong wrote an article or poem that you always fall into, then it is not too much to release it for us to pour it too.

At this time, everyone paid attention to this person who they had not paid attention to, as if they remembered that he had been standing aside before, out of place, like a bystander.

Then he heard the man in his regular clothes speak. "In Xia Zengyun!"

Mr. Zeng Yun!

It's as if a bombshell has fallen in the crowd, and everyone's idol is right in front of you, and the person you've been talking about and admiring is right in front of you.

This mood can no longer be described by the word excited.

"The younger generation asks to read Yan's masterpiece alone!" Suddenly, someone was also thinking about the direction of the Holy Courtyard.

Many people have woken up, it doesn't matter what the consequences are, let's drink soup with Mr. Zeng Yun first, if you want to die, you will die together, who is afraid of whom? !

Damn, I'm still afraid of death!

"The juniors ask to read Yan's masterpiece alone!"

"The juniors ask to read Yan's masterpiece alone!"

"The juniors ask to read Yan's masterpiece alone!"

“......”

On the long street, 3,000 students resigned.

Sacred Courtyard, a certain room.

Wang Yunming was holding Yu Hui's original manuscript and was full of emotion for a while.

I noticed the resignation of the three thousand students on the long street outside the prison, and I also sensed that His Majesty the Emperor had dropped something again, and I was speechless

I don't want to worry about it.

The next moment, his voice resounded over Kangdu.

"Are you Zeng Yun?" Wang Yunming said. "The old man remembers you. Kang Guo is really crazy, and he is crazy from generation to generation! First Qingli, then you Zeng Yun, and now there is a Yan Dujiu! I know that you will not be convinced. Okay, I'll recite Yan Junhong's recital......"

For a while, many readers were talking about it.

"Yan Junhong turned out to be a ...... of the song"

"Yes, what did he do not do well to put a table on the emperor? I'm afraid the scolding is bad enough. I can imagine him quoting scriptures and mocking them......"

"Don't say it, I'm getting more and more excited......"

"However, I heard that Yan Duji has already been ordained, and in the face of His Majesty's actions, he has a discussion about it, and it is not surprising that he will say anything about it. ”

"This is not only the duty of the courtiers, but also a tribute to Your Majesty......"

“......”

Table, naturally, is a kind of sparseness

"Table" is a style of official writing. That is, the courtier's submission to the monarch.

The main function of the table is to express the courtiers' loyalty and hopes to the monarch and to express the political requests and desires.

The content of the table is argumentative and narrative, often lyrical.

I really didn't expect Yu Hui to not write poems or scriptures, and he still had time to make a fuss, so he could atone for his sins with this performance?

Greasy.

This kind of behavior, regardless of the outcome, deserves to be commended at the outset.

Over there, Wang Yunming has already read it on his behalf.

"On December 6, Yan Junhong repented of his guilt and made the "Chen Qing Table", which I recited on my behalf. Wang Yunming paused and said slowly.

"The minister said: The minister was sinister and provocative, he was murdered by Min, he gave birth to a child in June, his father saw his back, he was four years old, and his uncle took away his mother's will. Grandmother Liu Shuchen was lonely and weak, and she was raised by her relatives. There are few ministers and many diseases, not at the age of nine, and zero Ding is lonely, as for the establishment. There is no uncle, no brothers, the door is weak, and there are children at night. There is no close relatives on the outside, and there is no five-foot servant on the inside. And Liu Shuying's illness is often in bed, and the ministers serve the decoction, and they have never been abolished ......"

“...... Fu Wei Holy Dynasty to filial piety to rule the world, where in the old age, still educated, the situation of the ministers lonely, especially worse. And the ministers and young people are pseudo-dynasties, and the successive Lang Bureau, this picture is unrevertent, and the name is not ......"

“...... May Your Majesty be merciful and sincere, and listen to the ministers. Shu Liu was lucky and died for more than a year. The minister should be the head of the body, and the dead should be the grass. The ministers are terrified of dogs and horses, and I would like to bow to the table and hear ......"

The warm and peaceful voice resounded in the sky above Kangdu, and just reading "As for the establishment" here, there was a subtle change invisibly, as if suppressing something.

When they recited "The decoction of the courtiers has never been abolished", everyone finally couldn't bear it anymore, choked in a low voice, and sobbed softly.

After reading the last sentence, there was a cry in the sky over the entire Cannes city.

The table contains true feelings, and a generation of half-saints has a heavenly word of humanity in their mouths, and the artistic conception of the entire table is recited without flaws.

Whatever the listeners touched, they were all moved and wept.

After a while, Wang Yunming's voice sounded again. "This expression of sorrow is extremely sad, I think of my grandmother, every time I remember it, I can't help it, it's hard to suppress! Zeng Yun, let me ask you if you are convinced now?"

Zeng Yun let out a long sigh before he said. "Those who read Yan Junhong's "Chen Qing Table" and do not shed tears will not be filial! Today I am convinced!

Zeng Yun saluted again and left with a complicated mood.

"Mr. Yan is so pitiful!" cried out a child. "He can't provide for his grandmother, he is forced by the powerful! He doesn't want to go out, why should he be forced to do so?"

"No wonder Mr. Wang Yunming wants to ensure strict discretion, not to mention the strength to exclude public opinion, after all, the public opinion has not yet come out. This is already desperate!" one of the readers cried. "Yan Junhong is such a filial person, if he says that what he does will be inappropriate, I will be the first to disbelieve it! Such a person of great filial piety, strict self-discipline, lenient treatment of others, what is the problem with his style? He was forced by the beast clan to fight hard, presumably this is how he rose up to resist!"

A college.

"Today I will teach you this "Statement of Feelings". Mr. Xixi let out a long sigh, and his mood gradually calmed down for the time being. "I have already told you about the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" last time, at that time, a young man who had never met a talented man sighed at the Yangtze River. ”

"Later, he must have come to the capital with his grandmother's expectations, Cannes, but he didn't expect that what he had learned would still be useless!

The statement begins with the author's unfortunate fate: when he was a child, his father lost his mother and married, and he lost his worries; when he was growing up, he was frail and sickly, and he was lonely; when he became an adult, he had no relatives and had children at night; and now in reality, his grandmother was sick and could not leave the medicine. [There is no close relatives on the outside, and there is no five-foot servant on the inside, standing alone, hanging from each other] A sentence condenses the miserable fate of Yan Junhong's ancestors and grandsons, and also expresses his feelings of life after the vicissitudes of life. Bitter and touching, sincere and touching. (To be continued.) )