"It seems that I will make friends with Liu Shangshu of this Ministry of Rites in the future, I have a good grasp of the sophistication of the world, this group of warblers and Yanyan hehehe......"

Lin Yanchen began to plan in his heart, he must take down this group of beautiful dancing girls!

Everyone in the venue, almost all of them men, watched the sexy technicians dance and sing, and exchanged cups and lamps, which was so unhappy.

But at this moment, a blue-robed genius on the left below suddenly got up and arched his hand around.

"Your Majesty the eldest grandson, all the talented people, take the liberty to interrupt below, I hope you don't want to be surprised!"

This abrupt sound made the atmosphere in the hall stagnant for a short time, and most of the people who focused on drinking and appreciating the music did not react to what had happened.

The eldest grandson Yi frowned slightly, and subconsciously felt that this was going to give birth to a moth, but as an emperor, it was not good to say anything at this time.

"What's the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

Liu Yuanshan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites in the audience, hurriedly glanced at the dancers and asked them to stop and retreat to the side.

Lin Yanchen also smelled a hint of conspiracy.

In order to distinguish the literati from various countries, the colors of the Confucian robes worn represented their respective countries.

The Great Zheng Kingdom is cyan, the Great Yasukuni is ink, the Ming Dynasty is white, and the unification of overseas small island countries is all beige Confucian robes.

And obviously, the one who got up from the audience was Zheng Guo's talent.

"Xiaosheng Zhou Yuanming, Zheng Guoguo's student, Yao Chuan Daru is the teacher."

Lin Yanchen rolled his eyes, you have a fart to let go, how about introducing yourself here?

What's the matter, you still want Your Majesty to send you a blind date flyer?

But the other students present, and even some officials, were not calm when they heard this.

"This Yao Chuan Confucian, but the Yao Confucian, who made the eternal quatrain 'The Red Mansion looks at each other cold through the rain, and the bead foil floats the lamp alone'?!"

At this time, a second-rank minister in the front row stood up and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhou Yuanming smiled and arched his hand, "That's right, this "Spring Rain" is exactly what the family teacher has been brewing for more than ten years. ”

At this moment, all the literati in the audience exploded, only the group of green-robed literati seemed calm, and they were already shocked to numbness when they walked all the way.

"I'll go! It's really Yao Daru's student, I heard that Yao Daru said that only one student will be accepted in this life, and the future of this week's talent is limitless! ”

"What is this, to be looked at by a character like Yao Daru, he has naturally learned from others, and I can only envy it. My main goal this time is to perform well in the poetry meeting, and strive to be favored by those well-known Confucians, and soar to the sky from then on! ”

"Alas...... It's a pity that Yao Daru no longer accepts students, he is the only living poet in the world who has created quatrains for the ages, and he is almost recognized as the first person to write poetry today. ”

"I can't say that, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be unprecedentedly grand, the world's top literati are gathered here, and the color is rich, I have a hunch that this time there will be another quatrain for the ages!"

"Let's not talk about this first, who of you knows what Zhou Yuanming is going to do this week? It won't be that he wants to stir up trouble, this is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, he is not afraid of angering the Ming people, and he will be killed directly in Kyoto. ”

……

Many literati in the audience chattered and began to discuss.

Lin Yanchen also listened to Lehe, he also understood how awesome this Yao Chuan was from the conversations of these talents, but he still disdained it.

After tossing for a lifetime, he made a quatrain for the ages, which can also be called the first person in poetry?

So what is his Chinese poetry library? The first person in the universe to write poetry, okay!

But at this moment, he clearly felt that someone had kicked him.

He looked down at the handsome eldest grandson Yi suspiciously, "Your Majesty, you ...... Oooh oh! ”

Lin Yanchen glanced at him and quickly understood what the other party meant.

"Silent ——!" He opened his business again, although he was not in the court, but the effect of the fox and the tiger was the same.

As soon as it fell, the literati present immediately became as quiet as a little quail.

"Zhou Yuanming, what are you talking about, don't sell Guan Zi in front of Your Majesty, otherwise you will be rewarded with ten boards!"

Lin Yanchen said coldly.

He hates pretending to be the most in his life, especially those who can pretend to be better than him, and he feels uncomfortable when he doesn't step on his feet.

But all of a sudden, everyone present focused their eyes on him, and some even began to whisper.

"This Da Ming is really powerful, a eunuch dares to be so arrogant?"

"Heh, I think it was the little emperor who instructed him, and he was giving us all the power to do it."

"My Yasukuni soldiers are strong and strong, and the financial resources are abundant, do you really think that you are afraid of them Daming? The little emperor dares to play tricks, if he really wants to move us, just wait to be jointly defeated, then I think he will have to kneel and beg Emperor Jing for mercy, hahaha! ”

"You be quieter, this is Da Ming, if someone hears it, ten lives are not enough for you to die!"

"Afraid of what? I ......"

Hello!

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly thrust into his chest with a saber that flew suddenly, stabbed him in half, and smashed it to the ground!

The Yasukuni genius didn't have time to spit out a word, so he fell down unwillingly.

Suddenly, all the Yasukuni Confucian scholars in ink-colored robes stood up and stared at the dark corridor on the side of the main hall.

The three princes of Yasukuni, who is also the backbone of the Yasukuni literati, Dugu Mo's eyes are cold, looking directly at the eldest grandson.

"Emperor Ming, is this your Ming hospitality?! Is it possible that my talented man in Dajing is something you can kill if you want to?! If you don't give me an explanation of this matter, just wait for my father's war letter! ”

The eldest grandson Yi did not even change his complexion in the slightest, and unhurriedly sipped the glass of Chinese wine.

Dugu Mo, who was ignored, clenched his fists to death, this is Da Ming, he can't do anything else except threaten and intimidate.

But the anger in his heart was accumulating more and more, and he was about to explode, but at this time, an old man's voice sounded in the hall.

"Hahaha, who is the old man barking in the hall, it turns out to be the son of that little thing in Dugu City."

As the voice became clearer and clearer, the eldest grandson Shen suddenly appeared in the hall, and the mystery of his movements did not even stir a trace of wind.

"You... How dare you insult my father! Dugu Mo's face was gloomy.

"Boy, you dare to talk to the old man like this, it's a good guts. Do you know how your father's right leg was lame? If he didn't want to break the balance of the Three Kingdoms, he directly slashed Dugu City with a sword. So you kid was born smoothly, thanks to the kindness of the old man! ”

Dugu Mo didn't speak anymore when he heard this, sat back in his seat, poured two glasses of wine, and his face was extremely ugly.

Several other talents, a little at a loss, asked weakly on the side: "Brother Dugu, ...... you?"

"Why are you still standing? Sit down! I'll sit you down! Li Wen is his own mouth owes to damn, if you want to find death, I won't stop you! ”