If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 123 Storyteller, Dijingju

But just thinking about it for now.

After sketching the roof and the doorway, Lin Ke was already exhausted.

But it was getting late, and Lin Ke didn't visit Chen An again to return "Yu Chuzhou Talk".

Can only wait for the next day to return.

……

As time passed, a piece of news also circulated in the streets and alleys.

In a certain restaurant, tables of people are chatting.

"Have you heard? Qi Shangshu's son and Lin Shangshu's son are going to compete!"

"What?! The princes of Shangshu are fighting? Wouldn't that destroy the capital?!"

"What nonsense! As long as our Majesty is here, the twelve ministers will fight and smash the world, and our capital will be fine."

"That's right, not to mention the sons of two ministers?"

"But we have to pay attention when the time comes. If there is a fight nearby, we will suffer."

People at a certain table were chatting while eating and drinking, and at this time, the people next to them also interrupted the topic: "Their competition is not as you think, they have rules!"

It immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Many people know that Qi Ye and Lin Ke will fight, but most of them don't know how to fight.

Now that I have heard of it, I naturally want to understand it.

"You don't know, do you? Their competition is divided into three categories, civil and military! There are directions under these three categories, and each direction has a topic."

"For example, at this time, at this time, we are comparing the poetry of literature, the coordination of martial arts, and the painting of miscellaneous!"

"These directions have been determined, but the topic has not yet been determined!"

The person said excitedly: "The title is determined by Mr. Lin Ke!"

"For example, the poems this time can be compared to the scenery of spring, the scenery of autumn, the bright moon in the sky, etc.!"

"Coordination, no matter archery, royal horse, sword, gun, stick, etc., is also possible!"

"The last painting, I think Mr. Lin Ke is likely to be better than a cartoon!"

With such an example, the people listening around understood it, and at the same time they all became curious.

Question!
Mr. Lin, who is as good at solving cases as a god, came up with a question, and then the competition began!

Immediately, someone with good intentions began to ask: "Then can we go and see?"

It is the nature of people who eat melons to watch the excitement!
Let alone this situation where both are celebrities.

If you want to let go of your previous life, such as Wang Sicong's competition with so-and-so, it is estimated that many people will watch it.

What's more, he is the son of the two ministers of the Great Wei Dynasty in this life?

Of course, the people also have their own ideas about this competition.

For example, most people actually hope that Lin Ke will win.

Because they have something in common with Lin Ke... They are both cheap!
In other words, they were all bullied!

Most of the lowly, some of the ordinary and distinguished, also felt that they would support Lin Ke.

And the rest of them naturally supported Qi Ye.

"Of course you can go and see it!" The person who spoke smiled: "Young Master Qi Ye is a Confucian orthodox man, he is polite and polite, and he quotes scriptures and classics in his conversation, which is really desirable."

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not answer.

Although this person's intentions were somewhat unclear, everyone still felt a sense of deliberation.

But everyone can still vaguely feel a kind of deliberation.

Deliberately praising Qi Ye's goodness!
"Why, don't you think Mr. Qi Ye should win?"

The man smiled: "Although Lin Ke has a lot of titles, he is extremely vulgar and unrefined."

Everyone stopped talking.

Among the market, there are not many people who can speak well.

Moreover, it is indeed everyone's perception that it is difficult for a cheap person to be elegant.

Even Bian Ji himself thinks so.

But at this time, there was an objection.

"But we think, this elegant hall, if you don't go in, don't go in."

An old man spoke slowly.

"Oh?" The person who praised Qi Ye just now squinted his eyes and looked over: "Do you think the Hall of Elegance is not worthy of being listed?"

But the old man didn't respond to him, but said to himself: "We are getting older, but let's feel it. Seeing such a young and handsome young master as Mr. Lin Ke, I feel very happy."

"But I think, as the sage Zhuang said, it's okay for a tortoise to roll in the mud and a phoenix to fly in the sky."

"So let's say, if Mr. Lin Ke can't get into that elegant hall, why not roll in the mud with us and be happy!"

"Hey, Mr. Lin Ke's poems, Mr. Lin Ke's books, Mr. Lin Ke's paintings...these things can't be listed in the elegant hall, but they are fine in our thatched cottage and mud hall!"

The old man had a kind smile on his face, and everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of agreement with what he said.

"Yes, yes! Our lowly people don't have elegant halls, why don't we set up an elegant hall?"

"Haha, you guys are so vulgar!"

"But he has a point!"

"Yes, yes! Why are these things only respectable ones can read, and our lowly ones are also orthodox in the Spring and Autumn Human Race, and Confucius didn't even tell us not to read books!"

"But compared to Mr. Qi Ye and Mr. Lin Ke, I also like Mr. Lin Ke, nothing else, just feel kind."

"Indeed, it is said that Mr. Lin Ke has been tortured since he was a child, it's very pitiful!"

"That's right! Mr. Qi Ye grew up in rich clothes and rich food, so he can't understand that kind of hardship and hard work!"

Because of the old man's words, all the diners around began to express their opinions.

The person who spoke at the beginning couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he saw this: "Where are you from?"

He looked at the old man, showing hostility.

The old man smiled slightly: "Bitch - storyteller."

"Hmph, those who slander your honorable status, do you want to enter the cell?" The man's eyes flashed brightly.

"Why have I ever discredited the respected family?" The old man smiled: "I just like the humble family... Who said that liking the lowly family is the same as discrediting the honored family?"

What a clear mind!

The people around me felt the same way at this moment.

As a result, the old man continued to drink tea with a smile on his face, while the person who said he admired Qi Ye just now left the teahouse with a cold snort.

Seeing that person leave, the person next to him who was drinking spat fiercely: "You still want to spread false news and make us hate Mr. Lin Ke, bah! How is that possible!"

"That's right! Mr. Lin Ke has helped us solve so many cases, those cases that people in the Gongmen used to not even take a look at."

"And Mr. Lin Ke even wrote poems specially for us! Listening to thunder in a silent place, how wonderful it is!"

"He also draws comics and writes novels for us!"

"Yes, what cheap paintings and books, Mr. Lin Ke is the only one in the world."

"Yeah! Young master Lin Ke who protects the best in all of China!"

Everyone chatted happily, and many places in the capital were the same as here.

Some people like Qi Ye, while others like Lin Ke.

The entire imperial capital was talking about the competition between the two sons of the minister, and the whole city was discussing it hotly.

In that store, the old man just now looked out of the house.

"Chen Pingping, why can't I contact you?"

"I was favored by you back then, and now we must repay you."

"but……"

"Now that storytellers are gathering in the Imperial Capital, where have you been hiding, Chen Pingping?"

"How about...go to Lin Ke and ask?"

(End of this chapter)