The Ming Guozi Priest Cao Wanjiang Daru, his eyes were deep and powerful, and his eyes staring at Lin Yanchen seemed to have a wave of light flickering.

On the surface, he meant that he wanted to complete the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country for the monarch and gain a good reputation for generations. When I woke up, it was a pity that I was already a white-haired person! But the old man tasted it carefully, and always felt that it meant something else! ”

Feng Daru, who was unknown on the side, also sighed at this time:

The first three sentences are a paragraph, and in just a few sentences, the image of a brave and unparalleled, loyal and patriotic general is written, and it can be seen from here that Lin boy's lofty ambitions are really lamentable. And in the back, with a sad sigh, he expressed the feeling of 'ambition is difficult to pay'. ”

After listening to Feng Daru's appreciation, most of the Ming Daru present nodded in agreement, and echoed the previous sentence, "Brother Feng is really talented, just the first time I heard it, I can realize this step, I admire it!" ”

But on the contrary, it is Da Zheng Daru.

In the face of such good words, the Confucians couldn't judge the grade for a while.

Because to be honest, they couldn't make this song at their own level, so under the limitation of their vision, they had to set their sights on Yao Chuan.

But Yao Chuan's face was blue and purple, and he couldn't say half a good word about this poem at all, and all kinds of belittling came out of his mouth!

"What bullshit, the whole shit doesn't work! It's all nonsense in a dream! This kid hasn't even seen the battlefield, how did he write this one? What's more, the sentence 'poor white happens' is even more disease-free moaning! How can you know what it means to be sad at a young age? It's just to force me to say sorrow for new words! ”

"You old brute, I think you're shitting!" Li Ming scolded directly.

There is no other reason, just now he spoke highly of Lin Yanchen, and now Yao Chuan belittled him for nothing, this is a slap in the face in disguise!

How can you bear it?!

Several other Confucians saw that the two of them were about to do it again, so they hurriedly went up to pull the rack.

"Hey, Brother Yao is angry, Brother Li Ming is also angry and said some drunken words, you don't have to take it to heart!"

"Yes, then Lin Boy does have two brushes, Brother Yao Chuan, why are you so harsh on a young junior?"

But these words not only did not have the effect of calming the anger, but made Yao Chuan even more annoyed.

"What junior? He is a eunuch of the Ming Dynasty, and he is also worthy of being called the descendant of the old man? Don't humiliate the old man! What's more, the old man is a great Confucian, can't he even have this little belly? Is it possible that the old man will still be jealous of a yellow-haired child? Why did the old man slander him! If it weren't for the old man seeing you being so confused by him, the old man wouldn't have opened his eyes and looked at that kid at all! ”

Yao Chuan said that he was upright, it seemed that Lin Yanchen couldn't get into his eyes at all, and with his broad mind, how could he worry about a hairy boy?

But those Confucians who supported him forcibly echoed without smiling.

The heart is full of disdain and cynicism.

"Heh, as far as you Yao Chuan is concerned, do you still have a mind? I have already knocked over hundreds of vinegar jars between these words, and I still say that I can't be jealous? This all belittles Lin Xiaozi's previous works as worthless, isn't this slandering with his mouth open, opening his eyes and telling nonsense? ”

"The belly of your Yao Chuan can't even compare to the toad by the stream, and your Yao Chuan's chest can't even fit a bowl of tea, but your Yao Chuan's face is an excellent material for casting the world's first city wall!"

Although these two great Confucians are not masters of poetry, they have a good reputation in the field of articles they are good at, and their masterpieces are widely circulated among the Three Kingdoms.

Therefore, these two have excellent cultural heritage, and even the complaints are so subtle and introverted, fresh and refined.

As for Li Ming's side, there are also two great Confucians who are talking about the scene with a clear conscience.

"Oh, Brother Li Ming, you don't have to quarrel with Brother Yao Chuan again, you are doing this, but you want other guests to laugh at my Da Zheng Confucianism for not understanding etiquette! And what Brother Yao Chuan said is not entirely wrong! ”

Speaking of the last sentence, the face of the great Confucian who was persuaded on Li Ming's left was very strange.

Although Yao Chuan is not bullshit, he can't be biased in this kind of round, and he still has to pay attention to his words.

After all, Yao Chuan's fame and power, and even his powerful voice in the wealthy nobles and the royal family, are not small, so they don't need to offend Yao Chuan.

"Yes, yes, Brother Li Ming, Brother Yao Chuan's sentence is actually the point of doubt in my heart. Lin Xiaozi looked at the most far less than the age of his establishment, how could he have this kind of experience at such an age, and be able to make such words and phrases as 'the king of the world, and win the name before and after his death'? ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it instantly aroused everyone's suspicion again, and then someone asked again.

"This word contains a very obvious sense of 'ambition is not rewarded, and talent is not met', Lin Xiaozi is so talented, even if he is a eunuch, he must be a celebrity next to the emperor in the Ming Dynasty, how can there be such a melancholy?!"

"His Chinese pen is old and spicy, and it doesn't look like a young man's fine sentences! If this poem is written by me, even if it has the same meaning, I will definitely not be able to write the artistic conception and picture of dreaming back to the battlefield! ”

"As far as I know, thinking every day will lead to dreams at night, this Lin boy is young every day and has such a poetic talent, he must have studied literature since childhood, how could he have been to the battlefield, let alone dream of returning to the battlefield!"

And what surprised everyone the most was that Wang Duxiu, who had always stood with Li Ming, also stood up to express his opinion at this time.

"To be honest, now the old man also has some doubts about whether this poem was written by Lin Xiaozi, after all, if you don't look at the words themselves, this poem deserves to be excellent, but there has not yet been a vision from the sky, and it is impossible to determine whether it is a quatrain for the ages, but no matter where this poem is viewed, the old man cannot associate it with a twenty-year-old junior."

And these statements spread through the crowd at a rapid speed as if they were a contagious disease, and some of them themselves realized that something was wrong when they carefully tasted it.

Then a new wave of noise sounded in the crowd.

This poem is definitely not written by the surname Lin! It must have plagiarized someone else's poetry and appeared in front of others! ”

Lin Yanchen suddenly frowned, and he couldn't stop panicking in his heart.

"How do these people know that Lao Tzu copied poems to pretend to be forced, could it be that Lao Tzu's identity as a traverser has been exposed?!"

But before he could think about it, those talented people at the bottom continued to denounce.

"I have long suspected that this surnamed Lin accidentally got a miscellaneous book, which contains lost poems written by his ancestors, and was plagiarized by this kid!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll just say that he is the same age as us, how can the capital be Jiashang! If that's the case, wouldn't I have read the sage book that I have been waiting for for more than ten years in the belly of a wild dog?! ”