Being able to speak the truth after drinking can also test whether you have real talent and learning.

For today's assessment, Huang Liangyi really took great pains.

The day before yesterday, nearly 1,000 scholars were proud of the fact that the matter of Jin Feng Confucianism was full of wind and rain in the city, and then Huang Liangyi was recruited by Zhu Sheng into the palace to talk.

During the conversation, Zhu Sheng affirmed Huang Liangyi's work performance and achievements in recent years, and then inadvertently sighed that the national dynasty had hundreds of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of Confucian scholars, but there were only fifteen great Confucians, which could be comparable to the number of great Confucians in places such as Shushan. The reason for this is that the emperors of the past dynasties did not attach enough importance to cultural and educational work, and they should take this as a warning, and implore Huang Liangyi and other great Confucians to help and work together to develop the cultural undertakings of the dynasty.

This can no longer be regarded as a hint, it is simply a naked explicit.

The team of the Great Confucian is going to be expanded, you can do it yourself.

Since the day before yesterday, there have been disciples of Huang Liangyi who have come to visit the Confucianism of Rong Fei Jin and said that they are very painful, and they are the first to strike, and be careful of being the first to be taken by the guys in Shushan.

Twenty years ago, Huang Liangyi succeeded the mentor who returned to his hometown and became the son of the country, and became the fourteenth Confucian of the national dynasty.

On the same day, he became the fifteenth Confucian of the dynasty.

At that time, there were only nine Confucians still alive on Shushan.

Now, twenty years later, the dynasty is still fifteen great Confucians. Although the body and spirit of the Confucians are still healthy at present, after all, they are all sixtieth birthdays and ancient years, and no one can say how far they can go.

On the other hand, today's book mountain is full of talents, and there is a tendency to surpass.

Kyoto Castle and Shushan have been arguing for centuries over who is Confucian orthodoxy.

Book Mountain: I am the holy place in the hearts of the world's readers.

Guo Chao: I have more Confucians than you!

Shushan: I have a history of thousands of years.

Guo Chao: I have more Confucians than you!

Book Mountain: I treasure the foundation of the vast sea of smoke, and the name of Book Mountain is by no means in vain.

Guo Chao: I have more Confucians than you!

Shushan: You... You... You wait for me.

Hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated. Relying on this shameless momentum, the national dynasty can always slightly overwhelm the book mountain in the debate about who is the orthodoxy of Confucianism.

But now this momentum is about to be discharged, in case a certain great Confucian sails west that day, the advantage of the dynasty will be gone. Z.br>

As the leader of Confucianism in the country, Huang Liangyi is in a hurry! On fire! Hair falling out one by one!

Twenty years ago, when he served as the priest of the country, there was never a great Confucian in the dynasty, which is dereliction of duty! It's incompetent!

So when Rong Fei chanted poems like torrential rain in the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, there were already intimate disciples knocking on Huang Liangyi's door.

Huang Liangyi, who was woken up from his sleep, was stunned when he watched the first song "Silent Night Thoughts" in a daze, and he woke up instantly. And then the second song "Wangdongting" has made him feel cold on his head.

Then came the third, the fourth...

Every time Rong Fei made a new poem in the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, Huang Liangyi's disciples would copy it and then send someone to Huang Liangyi's front quickly.

When I finished reading the last article "The Story of Yueyang Tower", Huang Liangyi was already in tears, and kept chanting "The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world".

At that time, Huang Liangyi had already determined that Rong Fei had the posture of a great Confucian.

But then on the second day, Rong was not deceiving the world and stealing his name, but the remarks of a shameless thief who copied poetry became very loud.

The reason is naturally that the names, places, people, and scenery mentioned in those poems and articles do not exist in the world. And Rong Fei has not yet reached the crown, and it is obviously counterintuitive to be able to control dozens of poetry styles at such an age, which can no longer be explained simply by using geniuses and demons.

At this time, Huang Liangyi had calmed down from the shock, shock, and ecstasy. After hearing these questioning remarks, I took it into account

After pondering it, I feel that it is not unreasonable.

But within half a day, new news came. The poems recited by Rong Fei are all from his writings, and those unheard of era names, places, people, etc. are all from them. At present, it is known that there are two long films, namely "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Great Song Dynasty", and two short stories "Liang Zhu" and "The Princes of Beacon Opera".

At the end of antiquity, a hundred schools of thought contended, Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, law, soldiers, etc. all originated in that period, among which there was a branch of Confucianism, known as the family.

Thousands of years have passed, and there are few left, but the homes that have been unknown have been passed down to this day. Some down-and-out scholars who repeatedly failed and had no hope of taking the imperial examination used this as a means of making a living.

Nowadays, the miscellaneous tales, legendary romances, and love between men and women, which are quite popular in the market, are all from their own hands. It's just that there is no one to call home anymore.

It turns out that Rong Fei is actually from his own lineage, so it makes sense.

The family has been criticized by other schools for being broad but not specialized, miscellaneous but not refined, but they have never thought of such a talented and refined genius demon as Rong Fei.

Home is a branch of Confucianism, and Narong Feinaturally can be regarded as a disciple of Confucianism.

At this time, there were some Confucian scholars in Kyoto who admired and supported honor and wrong, and there were also those who questioned and insulted them, and many took a wait-and-see attitude and decided to wait for the official explanation before making a statement.

So, Huang Liangyi found Fang Datong and Gao Bin, who had a good relationship, and after some discussion, they decided on today's assessment called the banquet.

The reason why all the great Confucians are acting wild and uninhibited today is just to lower Rong Fei's vigilance, and to get Rong Fei drunk in a good name, and then conduct an assessment.

Aren't there many people questioning that Rong Fei is a copyist, a poet and a thief.

Then see the truth after drinking.

Rong Fei is really drunk.

But it's the kind of nausea that wants to vomit, the whole body is hot, the hands and feet are weak, the words are slurred, but the mind is more sober than usual.

The eyebrows between Huang Liangyi, Fang Datong and Gao Bin were looked at by Rong Fei, and when he heard Fang Datong and Gao Bin singing and harmonizing, he knew that this was the beginning of his own assessment.

Before coming to the Innocence Residence, Rong Fei was still a little apprehensive in his heart. After all, he was going to face fifteen highly respected and talented Confucians, how could he hide from them with two or three drops of ink in his stomach.

All the way, I was thinking about how to deal with it, and in the end, I just came up with a solution that was not the way.

When I was a child, I met an old man in front of my house...

I only care about making up nonsense, as for whether the Confucians believe it or not, Rong Fei can't care about it.

But who knew that there was no serious, nervous and depressing assessment scene as expected, but as soon as they met, the Confucians began to take turns to pour wine.

This made Rong Fei overjoyed and fell right in.

Compared to the old Taoist priest I met when I was a child, it seems more reasonable to be inspired after drinking and then start talking nonsense.

So he didn't refuse, and he was not like a scoundrel like a certain prince surnamed Duan and a gang leader surnamed Qiao, using the shameless trick of forcing the wine out of the body.

It's a real drink, and you won't steal women to play tricks.

"It's extreme, it's extreme, Fencheng Bo's poetry is brilliant, which makes us ashamed. Today is the time for his meeting, so it is better for Fenchengbo to write a poem on the spot, so that I can appreciate it."

Gao Bin proposed in a loud voice.

"Why don't you just talk about this now?"

Fang Datong immediately hit the snake with the stick, not giving Rong Fei a chance to refuse to resign.

"Good, good!"

All the great Confucians responded one after another.

"Hahaha, it's interesting and interesting, come on, Uncle Fencheng, please, the old man will grind it for you himself."

Huang Liangyi pulled Rong Fei towards the pavilion on the side.

"This... Well, the juniors just... Boom... It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate... Boom... now."

Rong Fei's eyes were foggy and his steps were wandering as Huang Liangyi and the others walked into the pavilion, and he agreed to come down with a wine burp.

Huang Liangyi grinded the ink, Fang Datong laid out the paper, and Gao Bin lit incense. The three Confucians were busy serving, and Zhu Sheng couldn't enjoy such a grand specification.

Soon Huang Liangyi finished the ink, picked out a wolf pen, dipped it in the ink and handed it to Rong Fei.

Well... With this situation as the theme...

Rong Fei held the brush and groaned.

The fifteen great Confucians all crowded into the pavilion, looking forward to seeing with their own eyes how this talented demon composed poetry.

Pavilion... Drinking... A bunch of bad old men...

Hehe, there really is an article that can be considered appropriate.

Rong Fei picked up the pen and wrote four big characters on the paper crookedly - the story of the drunkard pavilion!

"The Story of Yueyang Tower" has been released, and the same name as "The Story of the Drunken Man's Pavilion" should naturally come out to breathe.

Earlier, a group of uninvited guests from outside the Innocence Residence were menacing.

"Stop! Idlers are not allowed to come near."

"Humph! Didn't you question Mr. Rong's talent, and why did you come to join in the fun?"

Hundreds of Rong Fei's supporters stopped the uninvited guests and questioned in a fierce voice.

"No, no, no! I waited here just to witness how Rong Fei's dog thief was exposed by the great Confucians, and he came to beat the water dogs, ahahaha."

Fan Jian, who had just suffered a sullen loss the night before, replied arrogantly.

"This innocent abode is not a royal forbidden place, if you can come, we can come. Besides, the gentleman is frank and unrestrained, and the villain is a relative. If Rong Fei has real talent and real learning, why should he care if others question it."

Ren Jinhan on the side shook the folding fan and said.

The scholar on the opposite side was about to refute when someone suddenly shouted on the wall of the innocent house.

"Mr. Rong is drunk!"

Yes?

Everyone was taken aback.

"The test has begun!"

Immediately the hearts of the people hung in the air again.

"Master, this trick is wonderful, now Zirong is not a dog thief, hahaha."

Fan Jian stroked his palms and laughed.

"The exam question is out, so I will compose a poem in this situation."

The latest developments were passed on by word of mouth from the courtyard in the middle of the nearest part of the Innocent House, and finally announced by the loudest person standing on the fence.

When the scholars outside heard this, they all frowned, pondering where they should start to compose poems if they were on the spot.

This kind of topic may seem broad, but it is actually extremely difficult to grasp the main point. It is not difficult to write a poem, but the difficulty lies in being able to meet the strict requirements of the fifteen great Confucians at the same time, not only to be amazed, but also to show talent.

Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the title of Confucianism.

"Mr. Rong has picked up the pen and is ready to compose a poem!"

The live broadcast on the fence continues.

"Mr. Rong... Mr. Rong... I vomited..."