"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"You said that at the Yunyan Pavilion dinner last night, there were five masterpieces, and there were even those that were extremely close to the famous sentences of the ages?!"

A white-haired old man in a dark cyan robe, sitting upright at the table, was staring at the student in the pale cyan robe in front of him with an angry face.

"Wenzheng, as a teacher, I have always taught you that gentleman's virtue comes first, and you must be a man before writing an article! Look at you now... is full of nonsense, and tries to deceive Yu Wei, and the teacher is very disappointed in you! ”

This talented son of Zheng Guo named Li Wenzheng looked aggrieved when he heard this, he really didn't lie!

Yesterday's dinner really produced five shocking quatrains, and what he said was true!

Blame it... That Lin Yanchen is so wicked that no one believes it when he says it! It's just not a son of man!

"Teacher, I really didn't lie to you, what I said ......"

"Enough! Don't mention this again! You kid must have drunk last night without knowing moderation, and now he is still drunk and talking, and he has to copy the words of the saint three hundred times by himself! If you can't finish copying it today, you won't have to go back to Zhengguo with me tomorrow! ”

Without waiting for Li Wenzheng to finish speaking, he was directly interrupted by Wang Daru.

Li Wenzheng was almost so anxious that he cried.

He has always had a gentle temper, but at the moment he can only hold back his face and blush, and he can't explain it clearly.

If you are short-tempered, I am afraid that you will directly smoke it with a big mouth......

Li Wenzheng's heart fluctuated back and forth, and when Wang Daru was about to turn around and drive him away, he couldn't hold back anymore and shouted out directly.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock!"

But as soon as he finished yelling, he regretted it.

This sentence is impulsive, I am afraid that this mediocre first couplet alone cannot make the teacher feel any experience, but feels that he is frivolous and impatient.

So he wanted to flee directly before Wang Daru punished him again.

Since the teacher doesn't believe him, let's wait for the poetry meeting to drop his jaw in shock!

He was looking forward to what his unsmiling teacher would look like.

"Wait!"

But as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by a cry.

He turned his head stiffly.

"Teacher, the student knows ...... wrong"

But Wang Daru didn't pay attention to him, but stroked his white beard and frowned.

Seems to be thinking about something.

"The word 'bite' at the beginning of this sentence can be described as wonderful, and the same is true of the 'stand' at the end, if the old man guesses correctly, this poem is written by rock bamboo!"

"Wonderful... Wonderful! It is written bamboo, but there is no mention of bamboo, compared to the bamboo poem written by the old man before, it is simply unsightly! ”

Speaking of this, Wang Daru let out a light "huh".

"Didn't the Yunyan Pavilion dinner last night all go to you young generation of Confucian students? And the writing of this poem is old and spicy, and the skills of refining words and sentences are by no means made by young people such as you. ”

Li Wenzheng was stunned for a moment, obviously not coming back to his senses.

What's going on?

This song "Bamboo and Stone" is obviously the finishing touch in the second half of the sentence, why does the teacher have such a high evaluation of this sentence?

Could it be that this is the gap between me and my teacher?

But then when he heard Wang Daru's question, he couldn't help but want to complain.

"Teacher, didn't you say that the students are full of nonsense......"

"Huh?" Wang Daru glared at him.

The expression on his face was connected into one sentence, which was, "Lao Tzu will give you another chance to organize and re-speak!" ”

Li Wenzheng hurriedly shrunk his neck in fright.

He was abandoned by his parents when he was a child, and it was the teacher in front of him who pulled him up with a handful of Ollie and a brew of iced tea.

And this teacher has always been strict, and since he was a child, he has adhered to the truth that the son does not learn, the teacher is lazy, and the stick is famous.

So every time he saw the other party's eyes, he felt a faint pain in his stomach.

"Teacher, this poem is not written by a great Confucian......

Wang Daru was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Li Wenzheng's hand, and asked eagerly:

"Then this poem was written by my eldest Zheng Xiaozi Yuanming Palace?"

"Yes, it must be His Royal Highness! The old and spicy ingredients of this poem are by no means something that ordinary young people can make, and there must be the guidance of Yao Chuan Daru behind it! ”

"Uh......" Li Wenzheng looked at the teacher with an excited look, and was a little speechless for a moment, but finally explained.

This poem is not written by His Royal Highness or Yao Chuan...... It is the ...... made by Liu Shangshu of the Ming Dynasty's Ministry of Rites."

"What! You repeat? I didn't hear it clearly! ”

Wang Daru felt that he didn't sleep well last night, and he had auditory hallucinations today, or he was still in a dream at the moment.

Do you say that such quatrains are from the hands of an official?

This is simply a shame for contemporary literati!

Although those officials were also admitted through the imperial examination, they were also scholars.

But there is a chain of contempt in the literati circle!

Those who study hard in the cold window, just to gain fame and fortune, and who are worldly, can only be called scholars in their eyes, not literati! This is the lowest end of the chain of contempt!

And these people, who basically did not enter the imperial court all their lives, devoted themselves to studying the classics of the sages, and added their own feelings, and they could have no worries about food and clothing just by relying on their personal writings.

Moreover, those wealthy merchants and even the royal family would politely invite them, the great Confucians who had achieved great achievements and fame, to teach their children and grandchildren.

In this way, they can be regarded as high-class literati, who think that they are full of pen and ink, neither humble nor arrogant, and are gentlemen.

It is not to be confused with those "scholars" who are low-eyed and sleek in the court!

But now what Li Wenzheng said made Wang Daru feel very uncomfortable.

He would rather believe that this moment is in a dream, so that when he wakes up, he can take this poem and go out and make a name for himself!

"Teacher, this is really what Liu Shangshu did...... If you don't believe it, ask the others at last night's dinner! ”

Hearing this, Wang Daru knew that this was the truth, so he had to sigh helplessly.

"Alas...... It's the old man's narrow vision, not all the scholars above the court are so unbearable, at least this Liu Shangshu must be a true gentleman like Yanzhu who is honest and fair, noble in character, and indifferent to fame and fortune! Such a virtuous man, the old man will definitely come to visit! ”

Immediately, he remembered something and asked Li Wenzheng again.

"By the way, you only said the first sentence just now, what about the back? I wonder what happened next? There is a foundation in the first half of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence will definitely not be a dog's tail continuation mink, this poem can be regarded as a famous poem in Yongzhu! ”

Li Wenzheng saw that his teacher's attitude had changed so quickly, and he was really embarrassed in his heart.

The teacher deserves to be a teacher, and this kind of cheekiness is really breathtaking.

But he still obediently chanted the second half of "Bamboo and Stone".

"Thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er's things... North-south winds. ”

After that, Li Wenzheng withdrew from the poetry, but he was a little confused as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Teacher, are you ...... What's going on? ”