Hu Yan pointed at Li Changkong and said.

But the only thing that responded to him was the sound of snoring.

This made his face quite ugly, and he hurriedly pointed at Zhen Jian and said, "Don't wake up your young master?" ”

When Zhen Jian heard this, he dared to wake up his young master in a grand manner.

"Young master, young master, wake up, Mr. called you to answer the question."

When Li Changkong heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around, quite unclear.

Why is everyone looking at themselves?

Seeing that he was still a little dazed, Hu Yan simply asked the question again.

"Defeated the Han family camp

The smoke of the ground was startled

Where to recognize the return journey

The white grass and yellow sand are deep

Tears of sorrow

Tears of sorrow

Who is responsible for this hatred?

”

"This is the side plug words made by the famous man Wang Fuyao of Great Chu, the choice of words and sentences, and the artistic conception rhyme, all of which are the best choices."

"When the old man told it, you were sleeping soundly, you must have something else, why don't you talk about it?"

When Li Changkong heard this, he looked at the poem, nodded, and said, "The student does have some opinions, and I hope that Mr. will advise." ”

When Hu Yan heard this, he was quite surprised.

What he said just now was somewhat murderous.

I thought that this noble son would retreat in the face of difficulties, but I didn't know that he dared to accept it, didn't he really have some ability?

At the same time, Li Shanchang, the priest of the country, also came with some interest.

The priest of the country is the highest official position in the entire country, which is not something that anyone can hold.

Ordinary scholars, even if they are appointed by the imperial court, I am afraid that they will not be able to suppress the scholars of the entire Qiandu.

Only those who are highly respected and knowledgeable, and who are admired by the entire Qiandu scholars will hold this position, so that they will not be criticized.

And Li Shanchang is such a person.

Not to mention the first person in the literary world in Qiandu, but with his reputation and talent, it is more than enough to rank in the top three.

He knows this poem well, after all, it is also a famous work that has spread all over the country.

At this moment, it is quite fun to be commented on by a noble child who does not touch a book on weekdays.

Not only him, but even Princess Huaiqing and the county lord of Zhaoyang heard this, their eyes also brightened a little, and they were obviously a little interested.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Changkong slowly spoke:

"This word probably refers to the battle between the two armies, and my Han family was defeated."

"The flames and wolves are everywhere, and the defeated soldiers are fleeing in all directions, but they never know the way home."

"I saw the white grass and yellow sand deep, how desolate, how sad."

"Such grief makes people cry, but there is nothing to be done about it."

As soon as these words came out, Hu Yan was shocked.

This..., although this kind of appreciation is not so amazing, but it is just a translation of the poems in their original form.

But... For a noble child who usually treats books as nothing, I am afraid that it is already commendable.

Even Li Shanchang couldn't help but nodded, it seems that the Yin Sheng are not all good-for-nothing.

There are also some people who are really reading.

But who would have thought that Li Changkong's next sentence almost shocked everyone's jaws.

"But this word is too sad, and the students don't like it."

Hu Yan frowned directly, the words of praise were stuck in his throat, and he was speechless for a while.

Li Shanchang was also a little angry.

Great Chu is the country of the Son of Heaven, and all the countries in the four directions are divided by it.

Wang Fuyao is also a famous person in Dachu, even if he sees it, I am afraid that he will have to be honored as Mr.

Now that his masterpiece is so criticized by a dime boy, it's really amazing... Somewhat annoyed.

Hu Yan seemed to catch a glimpse of Li Shanchang's face, and immediately said, "Don't talk nonsense, sit down quickly." ”

Seeing this, Li Changkong frowned, but he didn't say anything, and prepared to sit down.

Who would have thought that a crisp and pleasant voice came from behind him: "Why do you say that? ”

Everyone turned around, but saw that it was the county lord of Zhaoyang who asked questions.

At this moment, seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he was a little flustered, so he took a few steps back behind Princess Huaiqing, his eyes like a frightened deer.

Seeing that Li Changkong didn't answer, he asked again: "Why do you want to say this?" Don't you still have insights? Why not elaborate on one or two? ”

When Li Shanchang heard this, the dislike on his face gradually worsened.

Let a noble son who has not read much books arbitrarily judge the famous people of Dachu, if it is spread, the people of the world are afraid that they will not be ashamed of their disrespect for etiquette and law in the literary world.

It's just that...... Since this is a post issued by the county lord of Zhaoyang, he doesn't have much to say.

After all, the name of the King of Zhongshan is too loud.

Li Changkong saw that everyone was quite respectful to this woman, and she had always been a great figure.

However, he was not afraid, and said frankly: "If you let me say it, I will say it, if there is anything wrong, you have the right to listen to it, don't dig into it." ”

These words were obviously said to Hu Yan and Li Shanchang, and when the two heard this, their faces looked a little better.

This noble son was not hopeless, at least he knew that what he was saying was just a joke.

"Why don't I like it? It's all because of the tone, artistic conception, and sentence making of the whole word, all of which are completely lingering on a sad word! ”

"If it is usual, it is understandable to write some sad essays about spring and autumn."

But this song is different! He writes about war! And if I'm not mistaken, it should be a war with the northern Mongolian Yuan. ”

"And, unfortunately, defeated!"

"Suppose that the person who wrote the poem is my great people, and the defeated country is my great leader, then what will be the effect of this poem that writes all the sorrow to be circulated? Did you know? ”

"My great cadres and people will be afraid of the Northern Yuan Iron Riding Like a Tiger! Believe that the Northern Yuan is an invincible iron-blooded army. ”

"In the long run, who else dares to join the army and serve the country? Who else dares to go north with a passion and fight to the death with the Northern Yuan? ”

"In my opinion, although this poem is good in terms of words and sentences, in terms of concept, it is simply the opposite, and it is not good, I am afraid that it is a work of betrayal to the enemy!"

As soon as such deviant remarks were uttered, the entire house fell silent.

Hu Yan and Li Shanchang's faces became weird, if you want to say that this statement is completely wrong, it is not true.

Nowadays, the Northern Yuan Dynasty is powerful, and all countries are afraid of it like tigers, and under such a premise, it is indeed inappropriate to spread such poems.

But you, a hairy boy, dare to judge the famous people of the world, it is really... It's really a bit deviant and bold.

On the contrary, the sons and daughters of the noble lords listened and cheered.

The burly, nine-foot-tall boy stood up directly and exclaimed, "Good! You can say that again! ”

"In the face of dog thieves like Meng Yuan, they can't be afraid, the more they are afraid, the more they will intensify."

"According to me, you should be beaten, beaten hard! Beat him on the head and bleed, and the man turned on his back! ”