In front of me, there are five manuscripts of poems.

Shui Rong sat like a mountain, Yang Qingchen and Zhu Quanzhong were a little anxious, wanting to see these five poems.

"Hey..."

Wu carried forward the poem manuscript in his hand: "Xiaoshui, it's time to give silver." ”

The water that was sitting like a mountain was dissolved, and the tea cup in his hand almost fell.

This reckless man!

"Funding the money of these scholars and Confucian students, Xiao Wang will naturally not be stingy."

Shui Rong took out the silver ticket, counted three thousand nine hundred and ninety taels and gave it to Wu Fa, and generously picked up the poem manuscript and looked at it.

It's quite happy, and this king doesn't have a chance to find fault with you.

The little water is slippery.

Here Zhu Quanzhong and Yang Qingchen also wanted to read the manuscript of the poem, and Wu Fa clapped his hands: "Your silver has not been sent yet, and it has not yet reached my hands, so you can't read it for the time being." ”

His face darkened, and Zhu Quanzhong sat back depressedly, but he said in his mouth: "The prince of Beiping is a promise, and I am not as good as my generation." ”

Yang Qingchen's heart was full of contempt: "Lao Zhu is becoming more and more shameless, I don't see Lao Zhu, the more others humiliate him, the more he will praise people, and he has no bottom line, amazing, this kind of talent is the most terrifying." ”

There will be a chance to scold him more in the future.

You Lao Zhu can't do it, if the old man's mouth is not wrong, do you believe that the old man is even better at flattering than you?

The old man has been flattering others professionally for forty-seven years!

Standing tall and not falling!

Hit the pillar, we can all hit out differently, will you Lao Zhu?

Yang Qingchen's mouth was not good, something was wrong, and his head was a little abnormal.

Today, there is too much stimulation, and the stimulation is a little too much.

Lao Yang was about to lose it.

It's all that damn reckless man, the old man is going crazy.

"That's wonderful!"

Shui Rong slapped the table, and his eyebrows were full of appreciation: "Not bad, not bad!" This poem is comparable to the loneliness of the ancient sages. ”

Zhu Quanzhong and Yang Qingchen were even more itchy in their hearts, they wanted to see it, the money had not yet arrived.

If you want to ignore it, Shui Rong praised a poem like this, and it is not an ordinary work. What they want to see most is who did it. Isn't it the quota they set earlier?

Now, his reputation is ruined, and his money has been spent, if he can't train his protégé, won't he come for nothing?

Oh.

It's not in vain, the reputation is gone, the silver is gone, the protégé is gone...

Nothing is gone.

In the future, he will be a lonely minister.

Soon, Shui Rong finished reading it and sent the poem manuscript to Wu Fa: "The prince of Beiping commented, Xiao Wang just appreciated it." ”

Well, Xiaoshui is still very sensible, if Yang Qingchen and Zhu Quanzhong were also so sensible, would they end up like this?

Gee.

Integrity?

Arrogant?

Isn't it all now?

If you are obedient, your integrity and arrogance will still exist.

Wu Fa picked up the manuscript of the poem and glanced at it, and then put the two aside: "This king doesn't talk much, and this king is now judging the top three." Mengshan..."

In the crowd, the tall Mengshan was slightly stunned, a little incredible.

He is a lifter, and he also knows that the poems he writes are not good, just to vent some resentment in his heart.

Unexpectedly, was named?

It's incredible.

Since Mongolia went south and his family died tragically, Mengshan has lost hope in life, because he will give up on himself, and he has not paid much attention to the imperial examination.

If the family does not exist one by one, what is the point of living in the world?

He thought about joining the army, but his father's voice was still in his ears: "The male son of the Meng family is alive, remember not to join the army, this is the order of the ancestors!" ”

Why didn't our ancestors want future generations to join the army?

Mengshan was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it, the decision of his ancestors could not be violated.

To do otherwise is to turn your back on your ancestors.

"How is that possible?"

Wu Fa's prestige is here, but some people still question it.

"I read Mengshan's poems, no, everyone has read them, there is nothing to appreciate, it is worthless."

Incomprehensible, dissatisfied.

As the saying goes, there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts, which is based on itself.

Especially readers, they have their own arrogance, and they feel that they are good at learning, so they naturally think that they write well.

They think that what they have written is better than the poems of Mengshan.

But in the end, it was Mengshan who was named.

Wu Fa nodded slightly, looked at Mengshan in front of him, and even more thought about how to get this Mengshan into the ranks of the pro-soldiers: "Your poems are simple and unpretentious, reflecting the sufferings of the people, although they are not gorgeous, but... Poetry is written from the center of the heart, and only when the heart has emotion can there be a circulating poem..."

"Everyone..."

Wu Fa glanced at the Jinshi in front of him: "This king doesn't ask you what your original intention is, what your dreams are, this king only knows what this king needs." ”

Those who can know the sufferings of the people can make decisions for the people.

Instead of moaning without disease, the kind of flowery rhetoric: "Now, Mengshan's poem manuscript has appeared in the hands of this king, which means that most of you have already recognized it, so this king will read it." ”

Yang Qingchen frowned slightly, he didn't expect it to be this move that was more like a military general, and he got one of the top three places, and now, there are three fewer places.

Zhu Yi has left, and now only Bangyan and Tanhua are left.

If Bangyan and Tanhua can't get the top three, they won't be questioned?

It's better to learn than to lift people?

Even decades ago, it was not without a talent banquet to get a ranking and become a virtuous minister. After all, that was decades ago, and decades later, today, is not the same as it was decades ago.

Shui Rong nodded slightly, he read Mengshan's poem, unpretentious, but sincere.

Wu Fa read softly: "Hunger is full of wilderness, and the butcher's knife is raised behind." There was a faint obstruction in front of it, and the Mongols killed the head. I was originally determined to be in the court, and it was autumn in Shenjing. Who cares about wailing, hungry and cooking human porridge. ”

The room was silent, and the poem... Too straightforward!

Even a big rebellion!

Kill your head!

This is a mockery of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, and even the emperor was ridiculed.

The emperor was incompetent, and the northern frontier was lost.

The incompetent courtiers and mediocre officials did not rescue the refugees, but prevented them from going south and into a safe place.

Why?

It's all for their own political achievements.

What the magistrate needs is to sing and dance under his rule. No one can do it in singing and dancing, they find a way, and they have to do it with all their means.

If the victims of the disaster come under their own rule, they will not only have to be pacified, but also fed and sheltered.

This is extremely stressful, so simply block the way.

Go somewhere else and harm other local officials, and don't come to your own officials.

This official has worked hard for so many years in order to be promoted, and as soon as you come... There is no hope for the officer. 33

Everyone understands this, and some people have seen it with their own eyes.

Mengshan is one of them.

Who cares about the wails all over the mountains and fields, and the helpless shouts threatened by the Mongol cavalry?

People are hungry and cannibalistic...

No one helped them!

Wu Fa glanced at these jinshi and raised a glance: "You don't dare to say it, or you haven't seen it." The world is like this, who can be the blue sky? ”

"Zhao Yu."

Wu Fa shouted a name.

Another lifter stood up, Wu Fa was a little surprised, this move was the previous Wu Fa, reminded him of the move, at that time, this move, had given up composing poetry.

This time, no one said anything more.

Yang Qingchen and Zhu Quanzhong glanced at each other and sighed slightly. glanced at Bangyan and Tanhua, who were holding the manuscript of poetry in their hands and standing aside, and shook their heads slightly.

It's useless.

What Wu Fa needs is pragmatism.

He doesn't like flowery rhetoric, and he may not understand it.

"In!"

Zhao Yu bowed and stood beside Meng Shan.

Wu Fa was quite appreciative and said with a smile: "Master Xiaoshui, praise your poetry is good, it can be comparable to the loneliness of the ancient sages, and I think it's about the same." ”

Drinking tea with a water-soluble smile, laughing without saying a word.

Zhao Yu was slightly ashamed: "If it weren't for the prince's reminder, I would have given up." ”

At first, I thought that no matter how good the writing was, it would be a day of no success, so I simply didn't write it.

If it weren't for Wu Fa's reminder, he would have given up and stopped competing. That's why he will have grateful eyes.

"Tsk... And the king read it. ”

Wu Fa said loudly: "The meat and wild vegetables are filled in the belly, and no one has ever said anything about the suffering. The heart of the sage is not lonely, and he has his own generation to be the blue sky. ”

Some people died, but not completely......