Liu Jingyan was also a talented woman cultivated by the Liu family, and her literature and strategy were no weaker than ordinary Confucian students.

Therefore, he understood the meaning of Yao Chuan's words, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

But in just an instant, he returned to his original gentle and virtuous appearance.

No matter what the other party says, he is also her son's teacher, and he should endure it.

"It's the palace that is lonely and unheard, and the words just now are indeed arrogant, and I ask Yao Daru to forgive me."

But Yao Chuan didn't give face at all now, and snorted coldly with a flick of his robe.

"Hmph, at the beginning, the old man had occasional breakthroughs in poetry, and in order to get the ink treasure of the ancient six generations of literary saints, he reluctantly agreed to accept your son as a student. Now that the old man has spent half his life learning to teach him, you are so ignorant of what to do, and you despise my Confucianism! ”

The tone was full of anger and blame, and Liu Jingyan's face was extremely ugly, as if she was suppressing her temper.

Zhou Yuanming, who was standing behind him, was a little at a loss, feeling that it was difficult to be a person on both sides, so he had to pretend not to hear and continue to lower his head.

Hearing this, several Confucians next to him hurriedly stepped forward to appease.

"Brother Yao Chuan, don't say that, Concubine Liu is just unintentional, why should I bother with it?"

"Yes, Brother Sun's words are reasonable. Besides, the kid surnamed Lin does have some talent, and the old man just wants to accept such an apprentice today. ”

Yao Chuan was originally in a slightly soothing mood, but after hearing it, his white eyebrows furrowed again.

"Brother Li Ming, do you really want to accept the kid surnamed Lin as an apprentice?"

Li Ming looked puzzled, and even had some disappointment in Yao Chuan's tone.

"Brother Yao Chuan, what do you mean by this? You can't forcibly slander that kid just because you don't like it, after all, you've made four first-class songs, and I probably won't be able to do it if you change it, right? ”

"Besides, that child is only twenty now, so old and so talented, how can you say that this child has no talent? Aren't you saying that distant mountains are smaller than ants? ”

Yao Chuan didn't change his expression at all, and slapped the table fiercely.

"Nonsense!"

"No matter how much you love talent, you should know that the kid surnamed Lin is a eunuch of the Ming Dynasty! A eunuch! If you take him as a student, wouldn't you be slapping our Zheng Guo in the face if you spread it? Slap us in the face of Confucianism?! ”

Li Ming stood up and looked directly at Yao Chuan, not weaker in his momentum.

"Brother Yao, I think you're really old! Although your literary attainments are more than in the past, your courage and mind are not as good as those of Yuan Ming's junior! ”

"I, Li Ming, have pondered poems for half my life, and even how rare the famous sentences are through the ages, it is basically difficult for me to make amazing works in the second half of my life. Now when you meet a junior, if you have to be afraid of even the world's eyes, then the old man is not a great Confucian! ”

Yao Chuanqi's chest rose and fell back and forth, and his hand pointing at Li Ming was trembling.

"You...... You! Alas! Li Ming, you are a literati and a great Confucian! ”

Li Ming did not let him continue to fight back.

"Heh, I think Brother Yao, you are a little unworthy! Over the years, I don't know how many talented juniors have been suppressed by you, and since then they have been depressed and lost their literary aspirations, and you are so jealous and jealous ......"

He was really angry this time, and when he said that he was a little brainless in the back, Wang Duxiu, who was sitting silently on the side, was so frightened that he hurriedly got up and stopped.

"Enough! Brother Li, you are a little interested today! With so many people watching, aren't you losing my face like Zheng Guodaru? ”

Immediately, Wang Duxiu turned his head to look at Yao Chuan again.

"And Brother Yao Chuan, what you did in this matter is not right, I have heard students talk about the poems written by the boy surnamed Lin, and that level is undoubtedly on the top, how come it is vulgar and unbearable in your mouth?"

……

At the end of the farce, Zheng Guodaru sat silently at the table, and the atmosphere was quiet and weird.

Liu Jingyan also took her son Zhou Yuanming to sit at the table of the officials and nobles who came to watch the poetry meeting of Zheng Guo this time.

Therefore, Liu Jingyan said different things from them, so they were speechless and polite to each other.

And above the river, there was also a group of white-haired and white-bearded old men sitting opposite each other.

The difference is that the Confucian robes they wore were pearl white, which contrasted sharply with Zheng Guo's dark blue.

This group is the great Confucianism of the Ming Dynasty who has attainments in poetry.

And the atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty and Zheng and Jing is very different.

The literati and scholars of the Ming Dynasty are not separated, and the chain of contempt is not obvious, relatively speaking, the atmosphere is more harmonious.

And the leader of this group of people is the sacrificial wine of Guozijian, commonly known as Cao Wanjiang Daru, the principal of Guozijian.

Not only is his literary attainment high, but he is also far superior to others in terms of status and power connections.

The unique atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty has led to a strong sense of sophistication in the literati circle.

"Brother Cao, there seems to be some movement on Zheng Guodaru's side, the old man's ears and eyes have always been bad, please say a thing or two."

"Hahaha! Lao Feng, you still like to listen to gossip so much, but this matter is really funny, that Yao Chuan and Li Ming of Dazheng actually quarreled because of a eunuch of my Daming, which is simply insulting! ”

Cao Wanjiang stroked his beard and said.

Feng Mingwu was a little stunned when he heard this.

"Brother Cao, are you joking? How can this be?! ”

Cao Wanjiang knew that he would not believe it, so he had to patiently tell everything to the Confucianism present.

The more than ten Ming students who attended the Yunyan Pavilion dinner last night were all from other countries, so he naturally knew about Lin Yanchen's glorious deeds.

When he finished speaking, Feng Mingwei slammed the table.

"Then Li Ming and Yao Chuan are really bullshit, aren't they!"

"Brother Feng is cautious!"

"Oh, why be cautious! Their Zheng Guo's Confucianism is hypocrisy, and it is a big joke that Lin Xiaozi is so talented and is belittled like this! And then Li Ming really has no self-knowledge, his own things are not as good as Lin Xiaozi, and this is also worthy of accepting Lin Xiaozi as an apprentice? ”

Hearing Feng Mingming's angry reprimand, several people present couldn't help but nod.

"Indeed, my Ming talent, I still want to poach his Da Zheng?"

"Then Li Ming is really ridiculous, he swears so much and is nine out of ten, it's like Lin Xiaozi begging him to be accepted as a student, I'm afraid he won't be able to ignore it when the time comes!"

"I see, if there is really someone who is worthy of being Lin Xiaozi's teacher, I am afraid that you will be Brother Cao in the whole world!"

When Cao Wanjiang heard that someone had finally come here, he immediately got up and threw his hand at a few people with a look of indifference.

"Although Brother Feng's words made Cao a little frightened, if I refused, I was afraid that a few people would say that the old man was hypocritical, hahaha!"

Several Confucians did not be as angry as the two countries, but also stood up to compliment.

"Brother Cao, your biggest flaw is that you are too modest! Although you have little contact with poetry, who in the world does not know the articles you wrote, and which children do not read the "Hundred Sentences Dictionary" compiled by you? ”