Ming Lian put on the clothes of the little maid, combed her hair much simpler, the movements of her hands were extremely quick, and she looked at the little maid with a panicked look and said: "No matter who comes, it will be said that I am infected with the wind and cold, and I am asleep, and I will not see any guests today." ”

"Miss, it must not be possible for the old bustard to come." The little maid panicked, and her words trembled a little.

Ming Lian had already made up her mind and said with relief: "You forgot, the old bustard went to the temple outside the city today to offer incense, and it will be dark before it gets back, before she comes back, I will definitely be able to come back, don't worry." ”

"Miss, no!" The little girl's tears were in the corners of her eyes, and they were about to fall.

The tone of her voice trembled, and she watched Ming Lian pack up her clothes, pick up the bamboo basket she usually held, and walked out without looking back.

Now the little maid in the room has become an ant on a hot pot.

Pacing back and forth, uneasy.

Huang Zhuan Jia knelt on the ground with grinned teeth, supported the ground with his left hand, rubbed his left knee with his right hand, and then rubbed his right knee, and beads of sweat fell down his forehead.

The group of people behind him was not much stronger than him, twisting left and right, and His Royal Highness King Shao never said the word "free courtesy".

The weather was already hot, and there were still many people gathered in the gentle workshop, and under the high temperature of the sun, people's mood became irritable.

There are already passers-by who have watched the excitement and pointed out Li Chongrun's approach, although they dare not speak loudly, but their words are mixed with anger and accusation.

Li Chongrun looked at the people kneeling in front of him and sneered in his heart, literati have their own style and bones, they can kneel on the ground for so long and still not resist?

If this matter was put on Di Renjie, Zhang Cambodia and others, not to mention the size of the official position, just talking about the arrogant temper, they would have pulled their throats and scolded, maybe the ancestral grave would have been dug up.

self-proclaimed champion in the literary world, he doesn't even have this bit of style, and he dares to make trouble?

If they had the determination not to be afraid of death and dare to make trouble, they would not have knelt down until now.

Huang Zhuanjia looked at Li Chongrun in front of him and said, "Your Royal Highness King Shao, the old man has something I want to ask you, and I hope His Highness will answer truthfully." ”

Li Chongrun stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"The national color and heavenly fragrance are the private property of His Royal Highness."

Li Chongrun nodded, which was an answer.

Huang Zhuanjia looked at Li Chongrun's answer and was very unhappy, but he didn't say anything, and continued to ask:

"The picture scroll at the door of the national color Tianxiang is painted by His Royal Highness, and this woman is the Qingqi person of the painting boat?"

Li Chongrun nodded again, and replied bluntly: "It is painted by Lonely, and this woman is Ming Lian." ”

"Okay, Your Highness is frank, the old man will ask you again."

"Where did the poem at the door come from?"

"Oh?" Li Chongrun was stunned, how could this scene be so familiar, I remember that Fan Xian had also encountered such a thing in his previous life.

I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. Li Chongrun did not hide it, and said bluntly: "Mr. Qin Guan's works. ”

"Qin Guan?" After thinking for a moment, Huang Zhuanjia shook his head, looked back at the scholar kneeling behind him and asked, "Have you ever heard of the name of Mr. Qin Guan?" ”

After thinking for a moment, everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had not heard of this name.

"Your Highness, don't deceive us, we have never heard of Mr. Qin Guan's name."

Li Chongrun was speechless in his heart, you must not have heard of it, "There are many books in the world, can't you read them all?" Since I've admitted that I copied it, isn't that enough? ”

Huang Zhuanjia felt that what he said made some sense, so he did not continue to delve into it.

Instead, he looked at Li Chongrun and continued: "Since His Royal Highness has admitted it, then the old man will ask you again, for the sake of harmony, I want to put such a masterpiece together with the picture scroll of the Qing people, and insult my literati!" ”

What kind of rotten excuse is this, and how did you find it?

Can't there be a better reason?

What do I like to do, what do I do, don't say it's you, even if Mr. Qin Guan sees this poem in the future, he will only feel a sense of déjà vu, and he will never dare to say that I Li Chongrun plagiarized. After all, it was the first time I had uttered this poem in front of the world.

You're a piece of.

After thinking about it, Li Chongrun looked at everyone and said mercilessly: "Are you having a problem with being fed, what do I like to do, take care of your!" ”

"You...... Insulting Sven, insulting Sven. Huang Zhuanjia listened to Li Chongrun's words, blew her nose and glared, shook her sleeves, and almost stood up, her body was about to move, and she still knelt down.

Everyone behind Huang Zhuanjia listened to Li Chongrun's words, and they were all a little surprised, how could Li Chongrun, who was still gentle and eloquent just now, scold people.

The current law has not yet protected copyright, and even if it is, the poem copied by Li Chongrun has never existed in today's world.

Besides, how can this poem be an insult to the literati when it is placed together with the picture scroll of the Qing people?

That Liu Yong wrote poems and lyrics, and how much inspiration was generated in the friction of one in and one out.

What's more, Ming Lian only sells her art, not her body.

Huang Zhuanjia listened to Li Chongrun's words, trembling with anger, and couldn't say a word, and at this time, Li Chongrun found a person at the back of the crowd.

Seeing the man kneeling straight on the ground, although beads of sweat were ticking down his cheeks, he didn't wipe it, didn't move, and didn't sway from side to side, probably because of his youth, Li Chongrun wondered in his heart: "How can you mix with this group of people in your twenties." ”

Just when Li Chongrun was puzzled, the man in his twenties actually stood up.

The old man beside him looked at the man's actions, showed a panicked look, and hurriedly stopped: "Zishou, kneel down quickly." ”

The man known as Zishou walked up to Huang Zhuanjia from the back and held his arm, "Teacher, get up quickly." There was a look of concern in his tone.

"Zishou, never!" Huang Zhuanjia said stoppingly, his heavy legs were a little numb, and Zishou didn't help him up with great difficulty.

But then again, if Huang Zhuanjia had the heart to think about it, how could Zishou not be able to drag it, and he still didn't dare to get up.

Don't talk about any etiquette, if there were these constraints, they wouldn't have come here to make trouble.

Seeing that he couldn't pull Huang Zhuanjia up, Zishou walked angrily in front of Li Chongrun.

pointed at Li Chongrun and scolded.

"His Royal Highness King Shao, as a prince, does not know how to respect the old and love the young, insulting my teacher, it is really not a gentleman's doing, and now he is speaking ill of each other, which is a loss of the style of a husband."

"It is a shame for a literati to hang the portrait of the woman in the Qinglou in front of the door, with the poetry of the writer to insult my literary world."

"As a prince, it is ridiculous not to love himself and be a businessman."

“……”

Zishou stood in front of Li Chongrun, scolded the anger in his heart one by one, and spoke very loudly, and the people watching the excitement in the entire street could hear it clearly.

Li Chongrun was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and then laughed, have you read all the sage books in the dog's stomach?

Extremely stupid.

Li Chongrun looked at the young man in front of him who was a few years older than him, and looked carefully, "Zishou, Zishou, but the surname is Zhang?" ”

Zishou was stunned for a moment, looking at Li Chongrun, who had never been alive, he was surprised, do you know?

It's impossible, except for the teacher and classmates behind him, there is no other old time in Shenjing City, let alone acquaintance with the prince.

"Your Highness knows me?"

"Zhang Jiuling, the word Zishou, the first person in Lingnan." Li Chongrun said.

Everyone present was slightly stunned, especially Zhang Jiuling in front of him, whose name and words could match, but what did this Lingnan No. 1 person mean?

Clouds, cranes, nine, sky, dragons, tengs, four, seas.

Of course, he is not Zhang Jiuling, the cross talk of Deyun Club, but Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of Li Longji.

For the scholars in the feudal society, the literati is not what they want, but the official is.

From this point of view, Zhang Jiuling can be said to have come to the pinnacle of his life, not only a very popular minister, but also a romantic and talented.

Proper civil and political two flowering.

The two most important evaluations of Zhang Jiuling by later generations are "the first person in Lingnan" and "the last prime minister of the prosperous era of the Kaiyuan Dynasty." ”

For the first person in Lingnan, Zhang Jiuling deservedly deserved, in the second year of Wu Zetian's Chang'an, in 702 AD, this year's apricot forest banquet and the inscription of the wild goose pagoda, there was a 25-year-old young man from Lingnan, which caused a lot of sensation.

You must know that Lingnan is in the eyes of people now, but it is a barbarian place, a place of smoke barriers, and it is almost a mess all over the street in open crotch pants, and it is also admitted to the Jinshi, and being able to read and write can be regarded as an ancestral virtue.

Otherwise, why has Lingnan always been a popular area for officials to be demoted?

But this is the kind of place where there is such a person.

The Tang Dynasty and Wu Zhou were known as 'fifty young jinshi', Zhang Jiuling was not only born in a remote area, but also became a scholar at such a young age, which is indeed not an ordinary person.

It's only 700 years now, why did Zhang Jiuling appear in Shenjing City?

Looking at Zhang Jiuling, who was full of surprise, Li Chongrun said: "Don't be surprised, I was fortunate to read the self-recommendation letter you gave to the former Zai Wang Fangqing when you were 13 years old." Li Chongrun's tone of voice was very humble, and he spoke to Huang Zhuanjia and others, just like two people.

"Your Highness has read that cover letter?" Zhang Jiuling was surprised.

Li Chongrun nodded, did not continue the discussion, but looked at the scholar behind Zhang Jiuling and said, "Everyone, get up." ”

Zhang Jiuling hurriedly stepped forward and helped Huang Zhuanjia up, he had been kneeling for too long, and he still had old diseases on his body, so Huang Zhuanjia staggered to his feet.

Looking at Zhang Jiuling in disbelief, he asked, "Zishou knew His Royal Highness King Shao before?" ”

When he said this, Huang Zhuanjia's eyes showed a hint of vigilance.

Zhang Jiuling was stunned, how could he see such a detailed change in his eyes, shook his head, and replied sincerely: "I didn't know it, today is the first time I've seen it." ”

"Well, that's good." Huang Zhuanjia nodded and walked up to Li Chongrun's position.

With a face full of resentment mixed with the previous anger, he looked at Li Chongrun and only asked: "Since His Highness has confessed, we hope that His Highness will apologize to the scholars in the literary world and tear down the picture scroll of the Qing people." ”

Huang Zhuanjia's tone of speech was frustrated and powerful, and after speaking, he also looked at the people behind him.

These people just stood up, listening to Huang Zhuanjia's words, and they all echoed loudly.

"Yes, tear it down, tear it down!"

Li Chongrun listened to their words, sneered, and said mercilessly: "After reading a few broken books, recognizing a few words, and teaching a few people, you dare to say that you are a master in the literary world?" Nosy me when I get home? ”

Li Chongrun didn't dare to mention the words "the blessing of the literary world", if it was really Wu Zetian who said it, then there was nothing to do.

However, Li Chongrun's last sentence made Huang Zhuanjia stunned, "Come to my house!" ”

Who is his family? His family is royal.

Who dares to take care of his house?

Li Chongrun continued when Huang Zhuanjia was stunned: "Don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of me, whoever I want to hang a painting, I will hang someone's painting, whoever I want to write a poem, I will write someone's poem, and insult the literary world, just a few rotten garlic you can also represent the literary world?" ”

Li Chongrun seemed to be scolding the street, and he actually talked endlessly and scolded unceremoniously.

Huang Zhuanjia and the people behind him listened to Li Chongrun's words, panting heavily, and there were even two people who stepped forward to smooth Huang Zhuanjia's chest, afraid that he would die soon.

Zhang Jiuling listened to Li Chongrun's angry scolding and rushed out again.

Li Chongrun was directly in front of him, looked at Zhang Jiuling and said, "Aren't you thinking of yourself as a literati? Do you dare to compete with me, a poetry maniac? ”

"Whoever loses, whoever rolls!"