"Qin Yuanchun?"

"Qin Yuanchun."

Meishan was stunned, and everyone was also stunned: "What is this Qinyuan Spring?" ”

Lu Shen let out a long breath: "Mei Sheng, the junior dares to ask, can Dafeng be interested in the north?" ”

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed greatly, and Rao is Cui Million was also shocked: "Lu Shen, Hugh is talking nonsense!" ”

Cui Yingluo was extremely nervous: "Lu Shen, what is he talking about?" ”

Gong Luoyan's eyes were full of stars: "Sister, have you found it, Lu Shen is a good man at this moment!" ”

"Oops, what a good man!" Cui Yingluo stared at Lu Shen's back with a nervous expression: "It's not that you don't know him, he loves to be showy and strong, the Cui family's affairs are enough for him to be busy, if he says anything more, wouldn't it be bad if he is favored by Mei Sheng?" ”

"Oops?!"

Gong Luoyan said disapprerovingly: "What's so bad, can Mei Sheng still recommend Lu Shen to His Majesty?" ”

"Sister, you're a little worried, I think the Meishan Sage just wants to take advantage of this opportunity to see Lu Shen's literary brilliance."

"As for what he said about the north, just listen to it, Xiucai is mostly talking on paper, can the Great Fengchao still have Xiucai's turn to lead troops to fight?"

Cui Yingluo nodded: "According to your analysis, I still think it makes sense." ”

In the crowd, Ping'er looked at Lu Shen's back with burning eyes, and she wanted to know where Lu Shen could attract the attention of a saint like Meishan.

Mei Shan looked at Lu Shen and said: "Although Dafeng Chongwen and Northern Wei Shangwu, the north has always been in Dafeng's sight, and it is fundamental to control martial arts with Wendao." ”

Lu Shen smiled and said nothing.

After ten years of travel, in fact, Lu Shen's Wendao has reached an unexpected point, and as a dark building tanhualang, he often goes deep into the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he is naturally more familiar with the situation there than Mei Sheng.

As for the theory of using Wendao to control martial arts, he has never wavered from beginning to end.

A person who has crossed over from the 5,000-year-old civilization of China in his mind, it is easy for him to enter the sainthood of Wendao, it depends on whether he is willing or not.

Meishan looked at Lu Shen, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Lu Shen, what do you have to say?" ”

Lu Shen smiled faintly: "Snow." ”

"Snow?" Meishan was stunned: "How can this be explained?" ”

Lu Shen looked at the north, and a generation of great men pointed out the country and turned things around in his mind.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..... There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.... All the past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present! ”

As Lu Shen slowly said the verses, a sense of self-sacrifice shrouded everyone's hearts, and everyone seemed to see that between the vast world and the world, a young man was talking and laughing, pointing out thousands of miles of territory.

The sparse world, the majestic heroism, and the sentence 'There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists' even speaks of how many young talents are the blocks in their hearts!

Meishan looked at Lu Shen in shock, and looked excited: "Okay, a good sentence, 'Count the romantic characters, and look at the present dynasty!'" ’”

"Lu Shen! You've taken Ben Sage by surprise. ”

Meishan looked at Lu Shen with great appreciation: "What is the name of this poem?" ”

"Qinyuan Spring, Snow"

"Good, good name!"

Meishan laughed: "This one alone is enough to establish the top of the Confucian Temple, and the old man is worth the trip!" ”

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect Meishan to respect this Qinyuan Spring so much, and even said that they could stand on the top of the Confucian Temple, but you must know that even if the twelve saints of the Confucian Temple dare not say that their articles can stand on the top of the Confucian Temple.

Cui Yingluo's excited face turned red: "Luo Yan, did you hear, the sage of Meishan actually said that Lu Shen's poems can stand on the top of the Temple of Literature!" ”

"Yes, yes, the top of the Temple of Literature, even a saint would not dare to boast so much that his article can stand on the top of the Temple of Literature."

In the crowd, Ping'er looked at Lu Shen sluggishly, her heart was like a stormy wave, she thought that Lu Shen would be extraordinary, but she didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.

And this person also knows the mark of the killer of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Mark? Ping'er was shocked, how could ordinary people know about the Northern Wei Dynasty killer? What else does this Lu Shen have that he doesn't know?

Could it be that he is also a killer?

As soon as this thought appeared, Ping'er immediately became calm, if Lu Shen was a killer, why would he be a little housekeeper in the Cui family? Is it just for fun?

Above the Academy of Literature, everyone was shocked by Meishan's words, and no one expected that Lu Shen would make a poem that made the saints admire.

Xue Shao wanted to slap himself a few times in his heart, and he wanted to use this opportunity to suppress Lu Shen's momentum, let him know the energy of the Academy of Literature in Qiantang County, and let him know how to behave obediently.

Who knows, not only were the three second-grade scribes directly told by the other party to go down the mountain, but they also achieved the name of Lu Shen, the top of the Temple of Literature, he served carefully in front of the saints of the Temple of Literature every day, and he sold what he had learned in front of His Majesty, and he was just a mountain chief who started a mountain and learned it!

And this guy actually ascended to the sky in one step!

Xue Shao was so angry that he couldn't speak, and Sun Le next to him comforted him without a long eye: "Don't worry, the mountain chief, the sage just said that." ”

"You know!"

Xue Shao wanted to scold his mother angrily, all because of Sun Le, if it wasn't for this guy stirring up trouble in the middle, how could he have an unpleasant relationship with Lu Shen, maybe this Lu Shen would have become his own student a long time ago, if that was the case, even if he was not a saint, the disciple's text standing on the top of the Temple of Literature would be regarded as having a light on his face.

The more Xue Shao thought about it, the more he regretted it, and glared at Sun Le angrily: "From now on, you obediently shut your mouth for me!" ”

Sun Le's face turned red: "Mountain Chief, this matter is not my responsibility at all, then Yang Bo was found by Liu Hao, and Liu Chen, the county guard, also wanted to deal with Lu Shen, after all, his son was smashed." ”

"So what do you say now?"

Sun Le rolled his eyes and said in a low voice: "Mountain Chief, even if Lu Shen is recognized by the sage, it's okay, his article wants to stand on the top of the Temple of Literature, but the Meishan sage alone has the final say." ”

"That's right."

Xue Shao was reassured: "What you said makes sense. ”

Sun Le said: "But the face of the Mei Sage still has to be given, the mountain chief might as well directly seal a Lu Shen second-grade scribe, as long as the mountain chief personally seals it, then Lu Shen is no matter how powerful he is, he is also a person in our academy of literature, even if he jumps again, can he still deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?" ”

"Makes sense!"

Xue Shao patted Sun Le's shoulder: "You are still sensible at the critical time." ”

Xue Shao stood up and said respectfully to Meishan: "Mei Sheng, this time, the words of the saint have enlightened the Quartet, and Ze has been Qiantang. I, the literati of Qiantang, will definitely remember the words of the sage. ”

"Lu Shen, as a representative of my Qiantang students, can make such a good sentence, which is really the result of my Qiantang literary spirit and the education of a saint."

Mei Shan nodded: "It is indeed a blessing for you to have such a son in Qiantang." ”

Xue Shao continued: "Today coincides with the presence of the saint, and our literary academy specially enters the seal of Lu Shen as a second-grade scribe, and I also hope that the saint will be a witness. ”

Directly into the second product?

Lu Shen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, it seems that this Xue Shao wants to ease the contradiction with himself.

Just these two products?

Meishan nodded: "That's fine, since he is unparalleled in literary style, he deserves to be a second-grade scribe." ”

"Lu Shen, are you willing?"

Lu Shen hesitated for a moment: "Sage, can I refuse?" ”

Refuse?

Everyone was in an uproar, rub, Lu Shen, we don't object to you pretending to be thirteen, but are you pretending to be too much, second-grade scribes, there are only a few in the whole Qiantang, don't you want it?

Cui Yingluo below was annoyed: "This guy, why don't you give him for nothing, you must clean him up when you go back." ”

Xue Shao's face fell to the ground.

Meishan was also stunned: "Could it be that these two products are .....?"

Before Meishan finished speaking, Lu Shen hurriedly said: "Sage Mingjian, the kid still likes to make money without anything, and follows my young lady to patrol the store or something, this poem is just a pastime when you are bored." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was petrified.

Uncle, this wave has made this guy pretend again.