Zhang Yiyu's mouth opened widely, my God, I can't wash it when I jump into the Yangtze River......

In Green Willow Villa, Zhang Juzheng's eyes were wider than the lantern: "Stinky boy!" You're here to ......."

God testifies, he has been guarding against Lin Su, beware of this stinky boy tying up the Zhang family, beware of him taking himself into the ditch, day and night, the house thief is difficult to prevent, his own grandson pulled a pimp, making him angry and ashamed, the matter is not over, this kid gave a green poem to his granddaughter, and it became known all over the city.

How do you get rid of it now?

How do you explain it to someone?

In the middle of the night, his granddaughter was in the inn with him, and she made a green poem flying all over the sky with a strong concubine......

On the west mountain, several women all stared at the city, looking at this beautiful poem to the bones, and also at the line below......

Princess Yufeng's eyes were infinitely bright: "If life is only as it was when you first saw it...... How can there be such a beautiful word? How can he sort out these seven characters from thousands of words and present the most beautiful side of Wendao? ”

Yes, the best thing about this poem is these seven words.

Infinite beauty, infinite depth......

Lu Youwei's face was full of redness: "Now don't say that he only wrote me a half-step green poem, as far as I know, this is the second green poem he wrote to a woman." ”

"What about the first one?" Bi Xuanji's heart jumped slightly: "To whom?" Which one is it? ”

"The first song is given to a woman beside him, the moon is born on the sea, the end of the world is at this time, the lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night!"

This poem is rarely known in the world, because the green poem is different from the Kaiwen Road Road, the Kaiwen Road Road, the holy sound spreads all over the nine countries and thirteen states, the green poem, covering a radius of 100 miles, when this poem was written, it was in Haining Lin's house, Haining City people know, others may not know, and this poem is given to Ding Yaoye personally, with a strong privacy, Haining prefect also concealed this poem when it was reported.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time...... It's so beautiful......" Bi Xuanji also seemed to have a moon in his eyes: "Who is this poem written for?" ”

Her sister-in-law is the woman next to him, this green poem, will it be written for her sister? She really wanted to know.

But Lu Youwei gave her an answer: This poem was given to Ding Yaoye, also known as the dark night, which was the martial arts Tianjiao who followed him on the West Mountain that day.

It turned out that it wasn't my sister......

Bi Xuanji was a little disappointed: "Do you know if he gave the ...... next to him?" That guy named Green Clothes wrote poems? ”

"Actually, the poem I wrote for Green Clothes, to be honest, I personally think it's the best...... Ask what is the situation in the world, the direct teaching of life and death, the south and the north of the world, the double flyer, how many times the old wings are cold and hot? Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? ”

Maybe the text itself is charming, as soon as this poem came out, the three girls were all stupid.

Princess Yufeng sighed softly: "This poem is so beautiful that it makes people feel heartbroken, it is only colorful and has not been passed down to the world, maybe just because of one point, it is only half ......"

……

In the inn, the blue light flowed, and finally, the blue light in the sky dissipated, turning into a little light into Zhang Yiyu's eyebrows, and the holy sound in the air entered the ears: "The poem has been passed down to the world, and I will give you Wenbao 'autumn fan'!" ”

Zhang Yiyu's eyebrows, a small cyan fan gently opened, like a butterfly flapping its wings, slowly disappearing into her body.

Zhang Yiyu shouted softly: "Wenbao? ”

The treasure of literature and Taoism is even more rare than the magic weapon.

The treasure of Wendao is also divided into levels, and the Great Confucian Wenbao is the lowest-end, with the treasure of Wenlu, the treasure of the world, the treasure of quasi-sainthood, and the treasure of sainthood......

This Wenbao "Autumn Fan" is the transformation of Lin Suqing's poems, which is theoretically a great Confucian Wenbao, but it is given by the temple and has one of the power of the holy treasure.

A trace of the power of the holy treasure is already a treasure of heaven and earth, and it is a peerless treasure that top cultivators dream of, and it actually fell into Yiyu's hands because of a green poem......

Because, this poem is written and is given to Yiyu, so Wenbao belongs to her.

Just like the poem he wrote to Dark Night, Dark Night got Wenbao's "Bright Moon Heart Wheel".

Lin Su was also very curious: "This autumn fan...... What is it for? ”

The autumn fan is boundless, and within the field, a fan sweeps it......

What do you mean? To put it simply, in Zhang Yiyu's domain, she can really be the king, and anyone who wants to invade her domain can sweep it out......

This is the most powerful treasure for practitioners.

"The world of cultivation is amazing! You can also make a fan as a guardian ......" Lin Su said: "Now don't blame me for pulling you onto my broken boat, right?" ”

"It's your fault!" Zhang Yiyu flew, and a sentence came from the air: "Write less poems for women in the future...... Oh, not to write less, but ...... Don't write! ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier? I wouldn't have written this "Mulan Ci" earlier. ”

Lin Su craned his neck and replied to her.

Zhang Yiyu flew, couldn't hear it, and naturally didn't answer.

It was a wonderful night.

The Qinglou suddenly quieted, and countless Qinglou women looked at the guest inn from afar......

In Zhang Wenyuan's mansion, Zhang Wenyuan paced around the courtyard, and he was stimulated by Qin Fangweng's full of beheading......

Zhao Xun was about to visit Zhang Wenyuan, but when he saw this green poem in the sky, he suddenly stopped.

The housekeeper came: "Master, aren't you going?" ”

Zhao Xun's face was quite strange: "Green Willow Villa, have you really decided to take sides?" ”

A green poem with unparalleled artistic conception, falling into the eyes of literati, is a treasure, falling into the eyes of practitioners, it is a treasure, falling in his eyes, but he saw something unusual, Lin Su and Green Willow Villa, have been tied, Zhang Juzheng, is not an ordinary person......

Xiangfu, Lu Tiancong slowly raised his head from the dim study, his face was extremely serious......

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, for the first time, lost the interest in tossing on the concubine, and stared at the Green Willow Villa for a long time......

Lin Su had never thought of such a complicated thing.

He fell asleep, in the cave of Jianming Mountain, he fought with the puppet for three days and three nights, it was really over, he needed to rest......

Next!

The weather was gloomy!

The atmosphere in Zhongshu Province is even more gloomy!

Xiang Ye inspected Zhongshu Province with a gloomy face, stopped in front of Zhang Haoran, and smashed down a stack of folds with his hands: "This is the fold you drafted?" ”

"Yes!"

"There is no order, what should be written is not written, and what should not be written is scribbled...... Who do you think you are? Lu Tiancong shouted: "Expelled from Zhongshu Province!" ”

The entire Zhongshu Province was completely silent, only Lu Tiancong's roar.

Zhang Haoran silently packed up, slowly turned around, and withdrew from Zhongshu Province.

Looking at his departing back, Lu Tiancong slowly turned around and returned to his Zhongshu Pavilion.

Some anger is always going to come out, and some people are always ignorant!

Some people have forgotten what a prime minister is, and they should be given a longer memory.

The scene of Zhongshu Province soon spread to Wenyuan Pavilion.

In Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhang Juzheng listened to the news, his face did not change in the slightest, as if he was listening to the story next door......

After speaking, Zhang Juzheng smiled: "That's all? ”

Xuezheng was slightly stunned: "My lord, aren't you angry?" ”

Zhang Juzheng said: "The prime minister, the head of a hundred officials, disciplining his subordinates, and having a proper position, can I still intervene in the province of the hand?" That's right...... You can send a few more batches of articles from the students of this science......"

The articles of the students cannot be read by others, but Wenyuan Pavilion is naturally okay.

Because it was not a dynastic institution per se, it was the outer gate of the temple.

"Yes! My lord! "Xuezheng bowed and retreated, it seems that the adult still doesn't want to tear his face with the prime minister, but do you know that if you retreat, people will enter.

The article was sent.

Zhang Juzheng looked at it casually, and from time to time he returned praise and praise, and suddenly, his face sank slightly: "Take a look at this article, are there some words and sentences in it that are quite familiar?" ”

Xuezheng took it over and took a closer look: "Strict and first, pass and speak...... The words are obscure, but they seem to be quite sacred, which is what the Prime Minister once said...... Subordinates look for ......"

Soon he found out that the Prime Minister had written an article about ......

In comparison, Xuezheng was stunned, half of this article was consistent with an article written by the Prime Minister......

"Plagiarism!" Zhang Juzheng took the case: "Dare to plagiarize in scientific research, be bold and reckless!" Check, who is the article? Immediately remove its text, split its mountain, and cut off its roots! ”

Xue's forehand was raised slightly, and the cover above appeared, revealing three big characters: Lu Yujing.

Xuezheng's heart was shocked: "My lord...... It's ......"

"Don't tell me who this is, punish it immediately!"

"Adults ......" learning is just difficult.

"What? As the outer gate of the temple, you need to see the faces of others? Zhang Juzheng said coldly.

"Yes!" Xuezheng slowly withdrew from the University Pavilion and slowly walked towards the Wenyuan Pavilion......

In Wenyuan Pavilion, Lu Yujing was checking the information, and he was a little absent-minded, because his wedding date was approaching......

At this moment, a voice came from outside: "Master Xuezheng! ”

Lu Yujing stood up suddenly, Xuezheng, and he was also a second-grade high-ranking official......

Xuezheng Duan Hong's majestic gaze swept across the audience and fell on Lu Yujing's face: "Lu Yujing! ”

"In!" Lu Yujing's heart jumped.

"Lu Yujing's cheating in the scientific examination has now been confirmed, according to the rules of the temple, he will take his literary position, break his literary mountain, and cut off his literary roots!"

Lu Yujing was taken aback, and everyone was shocked......

Lu Yujing is a saint jinshi, how many times have you ever seen a saint jinshi be deprived of his position?

Not even the emperor!

But, Wenyuan Pavilion can!

"Nope! Listen to me, my lordship...... The villain's article is by no means plagiarism......"

"Never plagiarism? See for yourself! ”

Duan Hong raised his hand, and an article was thrown in front of him, Lu Yujing picked it up, his hands trembled, this article, he was very familiar with it, and half of the content of the model essay "Theory of a Strong Country" written to him by his grandfather before the palace exam, "The Theory of a Strong Country" is the grandfather's experience in governing the country for many years, and no one can say that he is wrong when he passes it on to his grandson, he agrees with his grandfather's point of view, and no one can say wrong about forming his own opinion, but grandpa ignores one point, human experience can be reflected in many aspects, and grandpa once wrote an article that also has this point of view, As soon as these things are combined, he becomes plagiarism......

"My lord! My lord! Lu Yujing's face was covered with sweat: "Xia Guan just has the same point of view as his grandfather...... If you ask, you'll know ......"

"The point of view is the same, hehe, an article, fifty percent is the same, and the plagiarism is ironclad...... Penalty! ”

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Yujing screamed, his literary heart, Wenshan, literary world, and Wengen were all broken, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe it at all, he was a saint jinshi, he was still the grandson of the prime minister, how could he fall into such a situation in the Dacang Dynasty......

In Zhongshu Province, Lu Tian had just calmed down the anger in his heart when he received a message.

As soon as the news was received, Lu Tiancong's face suddenly turned as white as paper, his fingers trembled slightly, and Xiangye, who had never been distracted, had a feeling that the world was spinning......

"Xiangye! Xiangye! The palace record outside rushed in: "Xiaguan just received the news that the prince of Yujing was ......"

Lu Tiancong slowly raised his head, staring at the palace record with a cold gaze.

Dianlu's voice was suppressed: "Xiangye, do you already know?" ”

Lu Tiancong nodded lightly......

"This is Zhang Juzheng's revenge! He...... He ......"

"I know!" Lu Tiancong waved his hand lightly and drove him out.

The door closed, Lu Tian suddenly disappeared from the Zhongshu Pavilion, and the next moment, he appeared in the Green Willow Villa......

"Brother Juzheng, come out and see you!" His voice was soft.

"The Prime Minister is here, but it's a rare guest!" Zhang Juzheng appeared in the attic together: "Come in, the spotted bamboo in the garden just experienced a new rain last night, which is quite novel." ”

Lu Tiancong and Zhang Juzheng landed in Banzhuyuan at the same time......

"Brother Juzheng, is this hand a little vicious today?"

"Prime Minister, what do you mean?"

"Why do you knowingly ask?"

Zhang Juzheng smiled faintly: "Since the Prime Minister is so direct, Zhang might as well be direct...... Greenwillow Villa originally had no quarrel with the world, and originally didn't want to be evil to others, but since some people deceived Zhang, how could Zhang not be as good as he wanted? ”

Lu Tiancong stopped: "Brother Juzheng, is this standing in line?" ”

"Zhang doesn't quite understand what the adult is referring to!" Zhang Juzheng said: "If this line refers to Lin Su, then Zhang Mou told you calmly that he didn't!" But if this standing in line refers to drawing a line for some people, Zhang can also tell him calmly, exactly! Zhang Mou just wants to tell the entire court, I don't care about you, but don't cross the line. ”

"Brother Juzheng, you have the demeanor of Lord Lingzun."

That's a bit strange.

Zhang Juzheng looked at him quietly without any expression.

Lu Tiancong said: "Lord Ling Zun was also a talented man with a literary style in the past, does Brother Ju Zheng know why he couldn't gain a foothold in the court in the end?" ”

"Zhang really knows this, because the court has you!" Chapter is the right way.

"So, Brother Juzheng...... Don't want to gain a foothold in the court? Lu Tiancongdao.

Zhang Juzheng laughed......

As soon as the laughter ended, Zhang Juzheng said: "Prime Minister, look at the water of this long lake, there are waves at any time, but what has changed?" The long lake is still a long lake, and the weeping willows are still the weeping willows...... Now that the Prime Minister is here, I can just enjoy my family's new poem last night...... A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind! Although this kid is not an official's material, fortunately, he also has a poem, which is better than some corpse vegetarian meals in the political arena! ”

This meeting, there was no quarrel, the two of them were a brother and a prime minister, and they were courteous and thoughtful, but the smell of gunpowder was still very strong, and it was said that Lu Tianzi did not leave the study all night after returning home from the Green Willow Villa, and he was panting like an old cow......