He frowned slightly, and turned his head to look to his right.

On the right side, there are mostly some idle scholars, and there are also some families who are good friends with the Liao family.

In the pavilion on the right, a middle-aged scribe stood up.

"In Xia Yunxia Mansion Xu Haiping." The middle-aged scribe clasped his fists and saluted.

The people around him suddenly whispered.

Yunxia Mansion and Qingyun Mansion are adjacent to each other, and I heard that there are many exchanges between each other's academies, but I didn't expect someone from the other party to come to participate in this cultural meeting.

Liao Qingyun nodded and said, "Why did Your Excellency stop?" ”

Xu Haiping smiled slightly, looked left and right, and his eyes fell on Shen Lang's side, and said, "I heard that Shen Lang, a talented man from Anping County, also participated in this literary meeting, why didn't he come out to compose poems?" ”

"Presumptuous, Mr. Ziyu's name is also what you can call directly?!"

There was a burst of discussion from below, mostly saying that Xu Haiping didn't know the etiquette. However, some people feel that Xu Haiping is right, since Shen Lang is here, of course he should come out to compose poetry with his civilization.

Liao Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, and he picked up the small copper hammer and gently knocked on the bronze bell.

The crisp bell rang, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Liao Qingyun looked at Xu Haiping and said, "Excuse me, did you compose a poem just now?" ”

Xu Haiping was stunned: "No." ”

"Does anyone around you write poetry?"

"No, but ......"

Without waiting for him to finish, Liao Qingyun said lightly: "Since you and your friends have not written poems, why do you want Shen Ziyu to come out to write poems?" ”

After saying a word, Xu Haiping was speechless.

The people around him were secretly admiring, worthy of being the person who came out of the Liao family, these words are reasonable and well-founded, and they are really irrefutable.

Xu Haiping came prepared, he smiled and said: "Brother Liao's words are wrong, if I have Shen Lang's civilization, I will naturally come forward to compose poems today, don't you hear that those who can work hard?" ”

Shen Lang frowned, and was about to get up to speak, when Liao Dongxue on the side said in a low voice: "Brother Ziyu, hand it over to Uncle Qingyun." ”

I heard Liao Qingyun say lightly: "My Confucianism talks about treating others with yourself, and also saying that you should not do to others what you do not want, since you hope that Shen Ziyu will write poems so much, why don't you go first?" On that day, the river god Niangniang wanted to ask Mr. Ziyu for a poem, and she also danced on the Lanjiang River. If I think this lake is too calm, I can mobilize my talent and make waves to add some color to my feet. ”

There was a burst of cheers all around.

Yes, what kind of thing are you, Xu Haiping, who dare to force Shen Lang to compose poems?

Even this Lanjiang River God, in Anping County, in order to ask Shen Lang for a poem, he was personally invited to dance.

Do you Xu Haiping dare to compare yourself to the river god?

Xu Haiping's face turned blue and white for a while, but he didn't expect that before he could face Shen Lang, he was first refuted by Liao Qingyun to the point that he was incomplete.

He snorted lightly and said: "I heard in Yunxia Mansion that Anping County, Qingyun Mansion has a great talent, nine poems, eight poems, one Mingzhou, and one Zhenguo, I never thought that he was as timid as a mouse, and he didn't even dare to compose poems in public!" It's really a shame for my generation of literati! ”

Liao Qingyun's face was still condensed, without any expression, and said: "It is the shame of my generation to be listed here with you." As he spoke, he looked left and right, "Who is this man coming with?" ”

In the pavilion on the right, a person's face suddenly changed slightly.

He got up and said with a smile: "Brother Qingyun, Xu Haiping is my dear friend, and he is the chair of Yunxia Academy, and he is here with me. He just heard of Shen Lang's name and wanted to see it, and he didn't have the slightest malice. Moreover......" he looked at Shen Lang's side, "Mr. Ziyu is a great talent of my Qingyun Mansion, and it is exactly what I should do to show my literary talent in Qingyun Mansion in front of outsiders." Hehe, I don't know why I don't dare to compose a poem. My Confucianism says that I dare to be the first in the world, and I don't even have such guts, so I ...... the entrance examination of Qingyun Academy Shen Lang, you don't have to go. ”

Liao Qingyun frowned slightly, this person he knew, his name was Zhang Xian, and he was a professor in Qingyun Academy.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Shen Lang was friendly with Qingyun Academy, why would this Zhang Xian come to this troubled water to target Shen Lang.

He glanced at Shen Lang's side silently, and said, "Mr. Zhang is a professor of the academy, but this is on behalf of Qingyun Academy?" ”

Zhang Xian said with a smile: "I naturally only represent myself when I come today, a Mingxin Lake Literary Association, and there is no need for the academy to send someone here." ”

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

No matter how noble your Qingyun Academy is, you can't say such a thing.

"Oh, really?"

Before Liao Qingyun could speak, Shen Lang stood up, and Liao Dongsheng couldn't even pull it on the side.

Xu Haiping sneered: "This shelf is really bigger than the Confucian capital of the Academy of Literature. ”

Shen Langqi said: "Have you ever seen the great Confucian of the Academy of Literature? ”

Xu Hai's face was solemn, he clenched his fists slightly upward, and said: "The great Confucian of the Academy of Literature is the backbone of my human race, how can ordinary people see it if they want to?" Even if you Shen Lang are still in good literature, can you still compare with the great Confucianism of the Academy of Literature? ”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and he said, "You haven't seen the Great Confucian of the Academy of Literature, how do you know the size of the Great Confucian shelf of the Academy of Literature?" Isn't this nonsense? If it spreads, the size can cure you of the sin of false speech. ”

Xu Haiping said angrily: "Is what I said wrong? Have you ever seen a great Confucian in the Academy of Literature? ”

"Coincidentally, I've seen it."

Shen Lang took out a token from his arms and showed it up.

This is exactly the day in Anping County, when he sacrificed the "Luo Shen Fu", the great Confucian Li Shu of the Qishan Academy of Literature gave him the token, at that time also said that if there is any difficulty, you can use this token to ask for help from the surrounding literary institutes and academies, and the token goes wherever he Li Shu goes.

As soon as he saw this token, there was an uproar around him.

I saw that the center of the token was engraved with a small seal pattern with the word "Wen", and the word "Qishan" was written below.

This is exactly the token of the Qishan Literary Academy!

"This ...... It can't be fake, right? ”

Someone whispered.

"How is that possible! This token can be faked, but the Confucian aura on it can't! You see that the majestic righteousness on the token is like a dense cloud, majestic and mighty like a mountain, which is the symbol of the Confucian token! ”

"I've seen Da Ru!"

All the Confucian monks stood up in unison and bowed to the token.

Shen Lang didn't expect this token to have such an effect.

Xu Haiping's face turned blue and white for a while, he never dreamed that Shen Lang would have such a thing.

"What if you have a Confucian token, the Great Confucian wants to appreciate your literary talent, but I don't know your character!" Xu Haiping said to himself.

Shen Lang's face sank, and he shouted in a low voice: "Xu Haiping, you are so bold!" ”

Xu Haiping said loudly: "What, is there something wrong with what I said?" You Shen Lang didn't even dare to compose poems in public, and I even suspected that the poems you made before were written by others! ”

This time, there was no commotion, and there was silence all around.

Xu Haiping also suddenly realized that he had committed a big taboo!

Shen Lang was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Mr. Guangzheng and I have a relationship with my peers, and the Confucian of Qishan Academy treats me politely, even the Qingyun Academy is also gentle with me. ”

As he spoke, a cold glint gradually flickered in his eyes: "What are you Xu Haiping, who dare to question my poems in public?" And as a professor of Yunxia Academy, he dared to insult my literary name in public! If you don't give me an explanation today, then I'll give you an explanation! ”

Xu Haiping turned his heart sideways, anyway, he offended this Shen Lang to death, and he simply didn't do anything, and he did it to the end!

"Hahahaha! Shen Lang, are you said to be in the wrong place? If I was just skeptical, I can now conclude that you have hired someone to write for you! Everyone, ......" Xu Haiping clasped his fists and saluted around, "Do you imagine that the three songs of Yongzhi and the depths of Tao Xuan can be written by a young man who has just turned sixteen and has never experienced the world?!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people around him changed slightly. Some of them are even more thoughtful.

In fact, when he was in Anping County, Zhao Hao attacked Shen Lang with this, but the river god Zhen Luo testified that day, so he dealt with the matter.

After that, Shen Lang continued to Mingzhou again, and everyone no longer doubted his literary talent.

But that was in Anping County, today this is the capital city, at the beginning it was said that Shen Lang was a respected old man, but also because many poems did not seem to be written by young people at all.

After that, many people knew Shen Lang's age, but they were also subconsciously ignored in the past.

Unexpectedly, Xu Haiping brought up this matter today.

"Shen Lang, don't be honest yet, where did you plagiarize those poems from?!" Xu Haiping shouted angrily.

"Confess...... Okay, I'll give you an explanation! ”

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Shen Lang bowed his hand slightly towards the sky, and said loudly: "Please judge!" ”