Monument Yangmen

Chapter 73 Changle Wenhui ([-])

The gloomy man who can drip water is Shen Lun.

He has an upright personality, but as the second prime minister of the current dynasty, he is also a person who wants to save face.

In the entire essay meeting, hundreds of poems were written, and more than a dozen of the best poems were selected, but none of the disciples he sat down could come up with a poem.

Among the gentlemen who came to participate in the literary meeting, there were more or less one or two who won the top three results on a topic.What's more, all the disciples under the sect are on the list.

This made Shen Lun feel a little ashamed.

Even though Shen Lun has a high position and authority, he has a temperament that does not use power to overwhelm others, and he has no way to use power to overwhelm others in this situation.This literary meeting has nothing to do with official titles, but only the reputation and status in the literary world.

Shen Lun can predict that if this continues, his reputation in the literary world will plummet in the future.It will even leave a reputation of being an official and not teaching students.

This will be the biggest irony for him, who is in charge of the Taixue.

"Mr. Shunyi, the talents of Taixue students are too low. It's no fault of you. It can only be blamed for the poor quality of students recruited by Taixue these years."

Undoubtedly, Mr. Shuming was the biggest winner of this grand event. He brought four students, and all four students won the first place in one question, which earned him a lot of face.

In the presence, only Mr. Shu Ming could sneer at Shen Lun.In terms of official position, Mr. Shu Ming is indeed not as high as Shen Lun; but when it comes to the emperor's favor, Mr. Shu Ming is better than Shen Lun, otherwise Zhao Guangyi would not have entrusted his most beloved third prince to him for education.

"The students of Taixue are all excellent in character and learning. It is the old man who is busy with government affairs and neglects to discipline them. This makes them relax and their knowledge stagnates."

Shen Lun almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

"Oh?" Mr. Shu Ming pretended to suddenly realize, "So that's how it is..."

Shen Lun's face was livid, and his silver teeth were clenching, obviously he had been humiliated to the extreme.

If it wasn't for the official career of the Taixue students, why would he admit in front of Mr. Shu Ming that it was his own fault that the Taixue students were inferior in skills.

However, his three disciples were really stupid to the extreme, completely ignorant of their painstaking efforts, and they even dragged the girls in Wan Pavilion to beg for leather cups to drink.

The gold and jade are ruined from the outside.

In the past, they pretended to be diligent and studious in front of themselves, with excellent character and learning. Today they tried it, and they all came out of the test. They are all idiots.

Shen Lun began to blame himself for not knowing people well.

"Mr. Shunyi, didn't you have another disciple who came with you? Why didn't you see him composing poems?"

Zhou Shi asked questions on the side.

Mr. Shuming's face turned dark when he heard the words, "You mean the brazen brat who uttered wild words just now? He's only a little old, what kind of poems can he write?"

After being reminded by the two, Shen Lun thought of Yang Yansi who had been silenced by himself since the Wenhui, and then hid in a corner drinking.

Shen Lun searched carefully among the crowd, and finally found Yang Yansi, who was collapsed in a corner and was already slightly drunk.

Yang Yansi collapsed on the ground, with no image, disheveled hair, and many wine bottles scattered around his body, obviously he drank a little too much.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lun became furious immediately, and walked in front of Yang Yansi in two or three steps.

"Yang Yansi, look at your current appearance, you don't look like a disciple of a saint."

Yang Yansi didn't speak, but still drank in sullen manner.

Shen Lun said angrily: "You bastard, the old man asked you something!"

Yang Yansi raised his head, hiccupped and spit out a cloudy mouthful of alcohol, staring at Shen Lun, shaking his head.

"Didn't you...don't let...me talk?"

Shen Lun was stunned, unable to say a word in anger.

After being silent for a while, Shen Lun cursed, "Hurry up and get out of here, old man."

Yang Yansi stood up unsteadily, one of his feet lost his footing, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Shen Lun frowned, Yang Yansi obviously drank too much.

I also blame Yang Yansi for being careless. In the eyes of Yang Yansi, the drinks in Changlefang and even the whole Song Dynasty are drinks.He thinks that in front of drinks, he will never get drunk.

The end result is to drink too much and get drunk.

Like this kind of drink, it really has a lot of stamina when drunk.

Yang Yansi stumbled and got up from the ground, "Old...teacher, what...what are your orders?"

Shen Lun frowned, looking at the dazed Yang Yansi and his immature face, he couldn't bear it, and asked a question tentatively.

"The old man remembers that you are good at composing poems. The previous poem "Broken Time" can be regarded as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I just don't know if you can compose poems in your current state?"

Yang Yansi rolled his eyelids, hiccupped, and muttered, "How much?"

puff~
Old Shen Lun almost lost his footing and fell to the ground.

have to!Others write poems one by one, and they have to think for a long time. You just open your mouth and ask how much you want?

Bragging is not taxable, but it is not as arrogant as your kid, so bragging...

Shen Lun felt that Yang Yansi was drunk and a little arrogant, so he said something casually.

"Do as much as you can!"

Shen Lun believed that Yang Yansi could write three or two masterpieces at most, and then he would be exhausted.

Yang Yansi walked forward and almost bumped into Shen Lun. Fortunately, there was a pillar beside him, and he slowly leaned against the pillar.

"How?"

Shen Lun casually recruited a maid in charge of transcribing, and said, "You just recite it, and someone will transcribe it for you, and then give it to others for review."

Yang Yansi nodded in a daze, "That's fine, do you have a question?"

Shen Lun nodded. Although he is old, he has the ability to never forget. He remembered all the topics that appeared at the literary meeting today.

"The first question, Qingming!"

"Writing about Qingming?" Yang Yansi shook his head, "Let me think about it..."

Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi also noticed the movement of Shen Lun and Yang Yansi, and moved over.

"Shunyi, are you going to rely on this kid to make a comeback? Hahaha..."

Shen Lun's face darkened, "Why not? It's not that this kid doesn't know how to compose poetry. Not long ago, he wrote a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation, and it is still at the top of the Changlefang Poetry List."

"Oh?" Hearing Shen Lun's words, Mr. Shu Ming and Zhou Shi were obviously surprised.

Zhou Shi followed up and asked: "This kid is Yang Qi who is somewhat famous in Bianjing City?"

Shen Lun nodded slightly, "Of course!"

Mr. Shuming said disdainfully: "Whether you have real talent or learning, you still have to try it to know."

"Yes!" Yang Yansi, who was leaning against the pillar and was drunk, spoke at this moment.

"There are so many popping up in my mind, I don't know which one is good..."

Mr. Shuming thought that Yang Yansi was playing drunk, and said sarcastically: "Then you can make all of them and let everyone appreciate them."

　Eight thousand words!quack!continue!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)