In the middle of the room, after a brief silence, several sparse and bold boos rang out in an instant.

"It's not fair!"

Xu Dapeng stood up directly and said loudly: "Everyone can see that Brother Gao Yang's poems are better than Zheng Gongzi's poems!" How can you convince the public to make such judgments in front of everyone? ”

In the crowd, someone immediately chimed in.

"Bold!" A big Confucian patted the table, "I'm waiting for you to judge, how can you talk nonsense here!" ”

"Why not!" Xu Dapeng was not afraid, "Everyone sees the quality of this poem, who can't tell the merits?" Since we were children, we have been told by our teachers to be honest and open-minded. ”

A truly qualified troll must not only dare to spray those who are weaker than himself, dare to spray his peers, but also dare to shoot at the powerful.

"Presumptuous!"

Another great Confucian also slapped the table and was about to speak, when the great Confucian who had previously made the decision reached out to stop him, looked at the field, and said slowly:

"The so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway. As I just said, we recognize that the two poems are superior and inferior, and we also recognize that this poem [Autumn is sad and lonely since ancient times] is slightly better than "Autumn is sad and inevitable", but the gap between the two is not large, and they are both rare masterpieces. Both poems are unconventional and written in a high-spirited manner, which adds a lot of color to their respective verses, which is refreshing, but it is precisely because of this that those who are the first to solve the problem with this idea should be rewarded, and the latecomers will more or less take advantage. ”

Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, we will not necessarily be the winner if the autumn weather is sad. We all accept the objections in your hearts, but we are waiting for judgment and have a clear conscience. ”

He glanced around, and the majesty and confidence of the Great Confucian were undoubtedly revealed, and he said loudly, "You have no right to change it!" ”

As soon as these words came out, many people who had supported Zheng Tianyu were immediately convinced, but more of them were fair people who did not stand anywhere.

Listening to the words of the great Confucians, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

This judging poetry is not a matter of two mouths turning over at once, how can you find an angle to explain.

The black is said to be white, and the white is said to be black, isn't that the specialty of readers!

Everyone can see that Xia Jingyun's poems are better than Zheng Tianyu's poems, but these Confucians can't see it.

In fact, they couldn't see anywhere, they could see it from afar, and saw that Zheng Tianyu was a disciple of Zhou Xuexuezheng, and that Zheng Tianyu was the son of Jianning Taishou.

You are Xia Jingyun is the son of Taishou, a disciple of righteousness, you see how these great Confucians will choose.

"How can a small person who is promoted to fight against such a big man."

"Justice really only exists among the little people!"

"If you can be on the same stage with the big guys, you should be grateful to Dade, you dare to win the big guys after eating the bear's heart leopard!"

"I'm now worried if he'll be found in the wilderness one day."

Everyone muttered quietly, and the grief and speechlessness that poured out their hearts seemed cautious.

These still have a certain level of literary appreciation, and for those who are purely watching the excitement, they began to sneer at Xu Dapeng and others who were "dead ducks with hard mouths" under the aura of respected Confucianism.

In their eyes, they can't afford to lose!

Listening to the words of the big Confucian on the stage, and also listening to the noisy discussions around him, Xia Jingyun, who had been silent for a moment, turned his head to look at Zheng Tianyu, "Your Excellency is not going to say something?" ”

Zheng Tianyu stood calmly, "Zheng Mou respects the teacher. ”

Xia Jingyun said in a low voice: "Why don't we make a deal, you do me a favor, I accept this result, turn around and leave." ”

Zheng Tianyu raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

Xia Jingyun pursed his lips, sneering in his heart, and inexplicably remembered what the cross talk master who was not in line with the mainstream said after he was Ling Jueding, I used to just want to be a dog......

You magnates are really insatiable!

He turned his head to look around the field, and suddenly smiled, since this is the case, then I will also play with you!

In the past, he had never seen anything in the scenes, big and small, and you guys with evil intentions wanted to eat me like this.

There are no doors!

"They are your teachers, but they are not qualified to be my teachers."

Xia Jingyun sneered and said loudly: "I don't accept it!" ”

The sound spread throughout the field, which surprised many people.

On the stage in front of him, the high-ranking Daru was not panicked at all, and said lightly, "Why are you not convinced?" ”

Xia Jingyun seemed to smile, "I want to ask, what if I write another poem that is also far better than this Zheng Gongzi now, and I don't use that problem-solving idea?" ”

"The Wenhui has its own rules, your poems have been published, even if you do a hundred more, it will be useless."

"You see, the rules are in your mouths." Xia Jingyun sneered and said: "I used the same problem-solving ideas as him to make better poems than him, which is clearly the most intuitive and clear victory, and it has become plagiarism of his ideas in your mouth." Then why didn't you say it in advance, and why did you have to write the same question together? What supports your decision is the level of the poem, or the background of the person who wrote the poem? ”

A great Confucian said meaningfully: "Young man, I understand your frustration, but the world is impermanent, you still have a great future, don't make mistakes." ”

"Is this a threat?" Xia Jingyun grinned, "Then I'll threaten you too." This article will be held by our students in Surabaya Prefecture to congratulate Concubine De, everyone is with a heart to serve the country and show their talents, you are so reversing black and white, aren't you smearing Concubine De? ”

"Presumptuous!" The big Confucian didn't dare to take the pot, and slapped the table, "Come on, take this madman down!" Mess out! ”

Xia Jingyun stood tall, and in the eyes of everyone, his straight back was like the truly unyielding backbone of a scholar.

Several soldiers rushed in armed and walked towards Xia Jingyun with a menacing attitude.

"Stop!"

A woman's voice rang out.

Feng Xiuyun walked in quickly, with a frosty face, and said coldly: "Gentlemen, what is this going to do?" Do you want to have a meeting or a fight? Stand down! ”

Xia Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief, he made a fuss, that is, he gambled that this female official in the palace could stand up, whether it was out of affection or pity or for the money she could share, as long as she stood up, she could be preserved.

At that time, even if he can't get Wenkui back, his reputation for not being afraid of power can spread.

Famous, why not Yang! When fame rises, everything is easy to say.

Seeing Feng Xiuyun's arrogant appearance, the four Confucians looked at each other, and Xu Xiancheng, who was maintaining order at the scene, hurriedly came up, first appeased Feng Xiuyun, drove the soldiers away, and then explained Feng Xiuyun's identity to the four Confucians.

Unexpectedly, the four great Confucians instantly became disdainful when they heard this, "What kind of person should I be, a maid of the inner palace, when will I be able to show off my might in front of us!" ”

"Since you are the one who stands in front for your mother, you will concentrate on doing your thing, and don't mix what you shouldn't mix! Otherwise, the spittle of the people in the world will drown you! ”

"For the sake of the mother, I will give you a place to watch the ceremony, and quickly retreat! There's no place for you to talk here! ”

The Confucians sneered and disdained to speak, revealing the literati style.

"Director Feng is not qualified to speak, what about the old man?"

Su Shidao separated the crowd, walked out of it, and looked at the few people on the stage coldly, "Do a few colleagues think that the old man is not qualified?" ”

Many scholars next to him recognized him and greeted him together, "I've seen Mr. Su." ”

As long as he is a person in the state school, who does not know that Mr. Su is Mr. Guanlu's proud protégé, and his knowledge is the best in the state, and more importantly, he has never looked at his background, and he has taken a lot of care of these poor students, and often presides over justice in the state school.

For example, Xu Dapeng and others couldn't help but be excited, Mr. Su is here, and Qingtian is there!

The four people on the stage were stunned for a moment, but someone immediately reacted, "Brother Zicheng, Xuezheng has entrusted us to serve as today's judges, if you have anything to say, come down and talk about it." ”

"Yes, the sages have a saying, you can't make a circle without rules, since we are judged, it should be up to us to have the final say here, if you have any opinions, you can discuss them later."

"You guys!" Su Shidao was so angry that his beard was trembling, "You are holding a literary meeting under the banner of Concubine De, but you are so perverse and reversing black and white, aren't you afraid that Concubine De will know about it and cause a big disaster?" ”

"Su Zicheng! Don't spew blood! The big Confucian on the stage slapped the table, and his voice was fierce, "Our words are all out of fairness, that is, Concubine De Niangniang is here, and we will judge like this!" ”

"Really?"

An old voice remembered, and then in the crowd, an old man slowly walked out, under the protection of the guards, looking at the four people on the stage with an unkind face.

The faces of the Confucians, who had been calm and calm before, instantly became frightened.

Old lady Yun!