The days of school did not make Chen Kan feel a little fresh, there was only boredom and constant boredom.

The scholars of this era are too serious.

Chen Kan couldn't find the feeling of recognizing each other's fathers with those buddies in the dormitory in the later life.

It's too elegant, Chen Kan is not interested, what kind of poetry meeting, tea party, sour makes people lose their teeth.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

Li Tong, whom Chen Kan met yesterday, is a social cow.

Who would have thought that a person who could eat two large pots of rice at one meal would become the most elegant person in the poetry club the next moment.

The poetry meeting of the Spontaneous Hall has been going on for several days, and Chen Kan didn't want to join in the excitement, but Li Tong seems to like this kind of social place very much.

After school today, I couldn't help but pull Chen Kan to the Frank Hall.

The poetry club created by a group of students, in Chen Kan's view, is similar in nature to rookies pecking at each other.

Poetry developed to the peak of the Tang and Song dynasties.

But in the Ming Dynasty, Lao Zhu made an eight-share scholar, which greatly limited the play of scholars, and there was no famous quatrain for future generations in the early Ming Dynasty.

The only ones who can be regarded as everyone are Gao Qi, Liu Ji, and Song Lian, who were advocated by later generations as the three masters of poetry and literature in the early Ming Dynasty.

It's just that for Chen Kan, who is standing on the shoulders of giants, the so-called three masters of poetry and literature in the early Ming Dynasty, that is, the short general.

In the spontaneous hall, hundreds of students are sitting in danger, some scholars play the qin, and some scholars play the flute in harmony.

Under the background of the music of Ding Ding Dong, the gentlemen, you sing and I will appear.

Every time a scholar sings out his own work, he can always get a piece of applause.

Chen Kan sat in the corner with a small stool, and mosquito coils were already emerging in his eyes.

The sound of the piano was like a lullaby in his ears.

Li Tong did not have this consciousness, not only occupied the most conspicuous position, but also thought like a spring, in just three pillars of incense, he has already taken the stage to chant three of his own works.

And, rave reviews!

Chen Kan leaned against the corner, listened to the lullaby, and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen......"

In his sleep, Chen Kan seemed to hear someone calling him, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found a big face plate dangling in front of his eyes.

", what a demon, watch the fight!"

Chen Kan didn't even think about it, just punched it over with that big face!

"Ouch~"

The big face was in pain, and he fell to the ground with his buttocks.

"Brother Chen, you are so decent, why are you beating people?"

This angry voice is somewhat familiar...

Chen Kan, who was sleeping in a daze, suddenly woke up, and looked at it, who could it be that it wasn't his classmate Li Tong who was lying on the ground screaming?

"Hey, Brother Li, why are you lying on the ground if you don't sit on a stool, eh, why are your eyes blue?"

Chen Kan looked confused.

What happened?

There was a little confusion in the scene, and the scholars immediately turned their curious eyes to this place.

Li Tong covered his eyes and stood up, and his other eye glared at Chen Kan full of resentment.

"It's good, how do you beat someone?"

Chen Kan raised his fist a little confused, as if he had hit something just now.

Wait a minute!

The one who was beaten by himself just now can't be Li Tong, right?

Chen Kan was a little embarrassed: "Brother Li, you listen to my explanation......"

"I heard that Brother Chen is a high-ranking disciple of Lord Wen Zongfang?"

A young man looked at Chen Kan with a look of banter.

Chen Kan raised his eyebrows, it was not surprising that someone in the country knew him, after all, Fang Xiaoru's status among the Confucian forests was still very durable.

As Fang Xiaoru's only personal disciple, it is not uncommon for him to be concerned all the time.

However, the young man's playful eyes made him very unhappy.

The most important thing is that this young man's appearance faintly made Chen Kan feel a hint of threat.

For people who are hostile or threatening, Chen Kan has always had a clear love and hatred.

It's more important to be too lazy to take care of him, or to comfort Li Tong.

Chen Kan said sincerely: "Brother Li, don't blame, I got up a little seriously when I got up, and I definitely didn't mean to hurt you." ”

Seeing that Chen Kan didn't talk, a trace of anger flashed in the young man's eyes, and he asked in an aggravated tone: "I heard that Brother Chen once worked in Jinyiwei?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Kan finally raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man.

The things he served in Jinyiwei are not secrets in Daming, but the person who can know these things should definitely not be an ordinary Guozi prison student.

So, this is the second generation?

It's not the average second generation!

As soon as the other scholars heard the three words Jinyiwei, their eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Chen Kan.

Looking at the smile in the young man's eyes, Chen Kan knew that this force was definitely intentional, and he wanted to isolate himself.

I'm going to kill your whole family!

Chen Kan's eyes narrowed, he pulled Li Tong to sit down on the stool beside him, and asked with a smile on the young man's hand, "I don't know this brother?" ”

The young man said: "In Xia Wulun, a person from Jinxi Mansion in Jiangxi. ”

"Oh."

Chen Kan thought about it carefully, there didn't seem to be any big officials surnamed Wu in the court, and he didn't have a grudge against someone surnamed Wu.

So, Chen Kan shook his head honestly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

The young man's face sank, and he said, "Father Wu Yu, ancestor of the family. ”

Chen Kan looked dazed, why did he move his father and grandfather out, this person is sick, right?

Li Tong gently pulled Chen Kan's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Lord Wu Bozong Wu is a scholar of Wuyingdian during the reign of the great grandfather, and he is also a fourth-year jinshi and the first class of Hongwu, and Lord Wu Yuwu, the imperial history of the Taiwan Academy, was the first ..... of the second class in the first year of Jianwen."

After listening to Li Tong's explanation, Chen Kan was even more confused, your grandfather was the champion of Hongwu for four years, and your father was the first in the second class in the first year of Jianwen, what the hell does this have to do with me?

Chen Kan said: "This Wu... Incompetent brother, if there is anything, you might as well speak up. ”

Wu Lun said expressionlessly: "I heard that Brother Chen is a master of Master Fang's apprenticeship, and I saw Brother Chen sleeping soundly at the Poetry Meeting, I guess he should be profound in learning and disdain poetry and grapevine, right?" ”

Chen Kan: "......"

He understood why Lao Zhu was so reluctant to see scholars at the beginning.

People who are digging pits for others at any time and waiting for others to drill into them, it is not enough to vent their anger if they don't kill.

At least Chen Kan wants to kill this incompetence with one knife now.

He tried in vain to push Chen Kan to the opposite side of Shilin with a single sentence, and his intentions were so sinister.

Did I dig up your ancestral grave, or did I hook up with your mother?

Villain!

silently made up his mind to this person, Chen Kan didn't plan to argue with him, and said coldly: "Incompetence, right, let me tell you, I don't have a good temper, if you want something, it's best to say it directly." ”

Wu Lun frowned and said, "So, Brother Chen really looks down on poetry?" ”

"Smack~"

"I look down on your mother!"

Before Wu Lun could react, Chen Kan threw a big blow in his face.