Fan Fucui, the first assistant of the cabinet, made a statement, and Bi Ziyan then echoed it: "Fan Ge Lao said very much, after today, Jia Zhong'an's name may be famous in the capital, and every family will sing Linjiang Immortal in the future." ”

Wei Zaode's face was as black as ink, gloomy and about to drip.

Originally, he planned to belittle Shen Liang no matter what poems he made.

After all, poetry and poetry are not solving math problems, and whether they are good or bad depends on personal preference.

Just like Li Bai and Du Fu, who is higher and who is lower has always been a controversial matter.

But today's situation is completely different, Shen Liang's poem has gone beyond the scope of ordinary poetry, even in the Tang and Song dynasties, which were in the heyday of literature, they could occupy a place.

As Chen Hongshou said, this Linjiang Immortal must be a masterpiece.

How is this possible, how can he make such good words, how dare he make such good words? He, Jia Zhongan, is not worthy of it at all! ”

Wei Zaode's face gradually distorted, and the depression in his heart grew more and more.

Jia Zheng looked at his son, touched his short beard under his chin, and was extremely pleased: "Baoyu, he is worthy of being a good son of his father, and if he has a father, he must have a son!" ”

Shen Liang smiled, his cheap dad is too good at making up for it, this is probably the pinnacle of his life.

"Champion Lang, I don't know who won this game?" Shen Liang looked at Wei Zaode and asked.

Wei Zaode felt like eating a piece of poop, and this piece of poop was still stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out, and he couldn't swallow it.

And this piece of poop is still pulled by Shen Liang, not particularly dry, a little thin, sticky, black, and sticky to the throat.

Shen Liang's poem is no longer something he can judge, just like Li Bai Dufu's article, if he comments on it, it can only add to the laughing stock.

If he dares to show the slightest dissatisfaction with this poem, and spread it in the future, he will probably be nailed to the pillar of shame.

No, he has already been nailed to the pillar of shame.

Every time future generations mention this poem, they will remember the existence of Wei Zaode.

He felt that he would be like Qin Hui outside the Yuewang Temple, his head would glow when he was touched, and even his wife's chest would glow.

Wei Zaode held his breath in his chest, his face turned from white to red, from red to blue, from blue to purple, and finally gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "You are amazing." ”

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere in the study also relaxed.

Zhang Luxiang, Chen Hongshou and others immediately clapped their hands and laughed, especially the young Zhang Luxiang, who jumped up and punched the air!

Liu Zongzhou's two sons, Liu Can and Uncle Liu, are almost broken in their hands.

It's not just them, Liu Zongzhou and Jia Zheng glanced at each other, and they both showed a smile of relief.

Jia Zheng's son and Liu Zongzhou's apprentice won the champion of the dynasty, which is something worth writing about and being happy about.

Liu Zongzhou was relieved, his disciple had earned such a big face for himself when he first started, which was even happier than when he was in the middle school.

His apprentice won the champion, doesn't this indirectly show that he, the master, is even more powerful than the champion?

Although Shen Liang only bowed to his subordinates, it was also his discernment!

Don't you see that the faces of Fan Fucui, the first assistant of the cabinet, and Bi Ziyan, the head of the household, have been completely blackened?

The servants and housekeepers who were waiting outside the door also smiled.

The apprentice of his own master won the champion, this is big news, they can't wait to gossip!

Jia Zheng's face was full of excitement, and he patted Shen Liang's back vigorously, grinning in pain, "Dad, lightly move down, my son's smart head is almost stupid." ”

Jia Zhengqiang couldn't help but smile: "Don't be proud, keep up the good work, you still have a long way to go." ”

Listening to Jia Zheng's words, Wei Zaode almost didn't come up in one breath.

It's Versailles!

Your son won the top prize, and you let him keep up the good work, who else can he win?

When Liu Zongzhou was knocked on the door, Shen Liang turned the tide and helped the building to fall, maintained Liu Zongzhou's face, and slapped the other party's face.

Shen Liang's status in Liu's Mansion has risen sharply!

It can be seen with the naked eye that Shen Liang's fame will definitely surpass that of Huang Zongxi and Zhang Luxiang.

"Two wins in three games, champion Gong, are you willing to bet and lose?" Shen Liang didn't forget the bet.

Wei Zaode snorted coldly: "It's just luck." ”

The pride of the literati made him reluctant to say that he had lost, just like those who were famous in Sun Shan were unwilling to admit that their skills were inferior, but the examiner was blind.

Wei Zaode can admit that he lost, which is already a big concession.

Some literati regard their reputation as more important than their own lives, and if they were others, they were defeated by Shen Liang, a child, and they probably committed suicide in shame.

Fortunately, Wei Zaode is thick-skinned, otherwise he would not be able to do anything to betray the enemy in the future.

The wood was already in the boat, and Fan Fucui and Bi Ziyan were ready to leave.

They are all senior members of the DPRK and China, and if it were not for special reasons, they would definitely not waste time in the mansion of a third-grade official.

When Fan Fucui, the first assistant of the cabinet, was leaving, he called Shen Liang to him: "Zhong'an, are you willing to worship the old man as a teacher?" ”

Fan Fucui's voice was extremely small, and everyone else was far away, and only Shen Liang could hear it.

Shen Liang was shocked when he heard this, good guy, if you can't beat it, you can recruit it, this old thing is easy to calculate.

It is said that strange goods can live, and Fan Fucui has taken a fancy to himself.

Shen Liang did not refuse categorically like an angry youth, that is what only children do, especially in the face of the solicitation of the first assistant of the current dynasty, if he says the wrong thing, he will definitely bring disaster to the Jia family, and may even lead to the destruction of the Jia family in advance.

But he can't agree at once, he has already worshiped Liu Zongzhou as his teacher, and it is taboo to change the court rashly, which is equivalent to deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and it will be despised by the world.

Shen Liang's head turned quickly, and he bowed down and said, "How can the kid be loved by Fan Gelao?" ”

Fan Fucui touched Shen Liang's head and said: "You are talented, you have the ability to never forget, and you are talented and spiritual, you deserve a better platform, so you can go further." ”

Shen Liang Zhengse said: "One day as a teacher and a father for life, since the kid has already worshiped the master, the change of the court also requires the master's consent, as long as the old man can let the master open the golden mouth, the kid is willing to study under the old man." ”

"Haha, you monkey head, but also clever." Fan Fucui looked at Shen Liang, and the more he watched, the more he liked it.

If Shen Liang agreed immediately, he would look down on him.

"Okay, the old man will find an opportunity to talk to Niantai, and everyone has to share good things."

After speaking, Fan Fucui raised his head and laughed, and went out.

Bi Ziyan, the head of the household, glanced at him deeply, didn't even leave a word, and left directly following in Fan Fucui's footsteps.

"Senior brother, what did Master Fan tell you?" Zhang Luxiang walked over and patted him on the shoulder and asked.

Shen Liang shook his head, "He said that the food in the house is too bland, and he can't get used to it." ”

Zhang Luxiang couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect Fan Ge Lao to be a foodie, next time I come, let him try my craft." ”

Seeing off Fan Fucui and Bi Ziyan, the group returned to the study, where Wei Zaode was still waiting for Shen Liang.

"What do you want, hurry up."

Wei Zaode was in a hurry to leave.