Mr. Tang immediately handed the poem in his hand to Mr. Chen, looking triumphant.

Mr. Chen took the poem in his hand and read it seriously.

There was no sparkle in his eyes.

The capital is the place where Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and when others are old, I don't know how many young talents with aura have been seen.

Such a poem?

It can't get into his eyes.

However, out of politeness, he politely said, "Not bad." ”

"Just good?" Mr. Tang was a little displeased.

The student who wrote this poem was most valued by him.

He just said that he was just good, wasn't that a slap in the face?

A slight sneer appeared on Mr. Tang's face: "Since this poem is just good in the eyes of the old gentleman, I don't know what level the old gentleman has taught?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the mirror again, with greed in his eyes: "If the level is too poor, please don't bully such a good student, let him choose a good tree to live on!" ”

Mr. Chen thought it was a little funny.

"Taijing is a very good child, we can go and see it together." Mr. Chen said gently and politely.

The spectators outside couldn't help but talk about it when they saw Mr. Tang and Mr. Chen walking towards the mirror.

"Although this Mr. Tang is a teacher of Changfeng Academy, his words and deeds are really not very good!"

"On the other hand, this old Mr. Chen, although I don't know how good his teaching is, he is gentle and polite, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, and he is a virtuous person at first glance!"

"Yes, you can be called an example of a teacher! Even if this Mr. Tang is knowledgeable, I can't look down on him! This person is too greedy for money, and even if the students he wants to teach are knowledgeable, his virtue will be at a loss! ”

"So what? In the end, it is still necessary to let such shameless people be in charge! That little master is only seven or eight years old, and he can't compare to other students! ”

"Alas, yes!"

……

The spectators are not optimistic about the mirror.

The students of Changfeng Academy are also not optimistic about the mirror.

As for Mr. Tang himself?

Then I am even less optimistic about the mirror!

With anticipation, Mr. Chen walked in front of the mirror.

The mirror respectfully handed him the poem.

After reading it, Mr. Chen nodded again and again.

Not bad, yes, he really deserves to be the former prince!

I heard that those scholars did not teach in vain, and he did not learn in vain!

"How?" Mr. Tang asked.

"One through the ages." Mr. Chen was amazed.

He has taught countless apprentices in his life, and he is the teacher of two generations of emperors.

Such an amazing and brilliant disciple, he has only seen it in his life!

"What a shame!" Mr. Tang reached out and took the poem from his hand, and looked at it disapprerovingly.

The words of the mirror are strong and powerful, like strong pine branches.

It's not at all like what a seven or eight-year-old kid can write!

How hard a person must work to practice calligraphy!

His handwriting is not only neat, but even faintly tinged with a bit of style.

Not yet 10 years old!

He's a terrible thing to do.

Mr. Tang then began to read his poems, which were chic and elegant, with novel entry points, and were considered a first-class masterpiece in terms of both the simplest rhyme and the profound concept.

And this masterpiece is very different from the work of his protégé.

His proud protégé's work is placed in front of the work of the stage mirror, that is, the fluorescence of rotten grass, how dare he compete with the sun and the moon?

Mr. Tang was silent.

"Sir, what is the strength of this little boy?" A disciple of the Changfeng Academy asked gloatingly.