first minister

Chapter 22
In the venue, after a short silence, there were a few sparse and bold boos in an instant.

"This is not fair!"

Xu Dapeng stood up directly, and said loudly: "Anyone can see that Brother Gao Yang's poems are better than Mr. Zheng's! How can you convince the public when you make such a judgment under the watchful eyes of the public?"

Among the crowd, someone immediately echoed.

"Bold!" A great Confucian patted the table, "How can we allow you to make irresponsible remarks here!"

"Why not!" Xu Dapeng was not afraid, "Everyone can see whether this poem is good or bad, and who can't tell whether it's right or wrong? We have been told by our teachers since we were young that we must be sincere and open-minded. Do you teachers today deserve this sentence?"

A truly qualified troll should not only dare to troll those who are weaker than himself, dare to troll his peers, but also dare to shoot at the powerful.

"presumptuous!"

Another great scholar also patted the table, and was about to speak, when the great scholar who made the decision earlier reached out to stop him, glanced at the field, and said slowly:

"The so-called layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway. As I said just now, we recognize that the two poems are superior and inferior, and we also recognize that this poem [Since ancient times is sad and lonely] is slightly better than [Autumn Qi is Sad and Not Necessary], but the difference between the two is not big, and they are both rare masterpieces. Both poems are unconventional. They are written in a high-spirited manner, adding a lot of color to their respective lines, which is refreshing. Award, latecomers will more or less take advantage of it.”

"Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, we can't necessarily be the winner if the autumn air is miserable. We all accept the objections in your hearts, but we judge with a clear conscience."

He glanced around, and the majesty and confidence of the Confucianism were undoubtedly revealed, and he said loudly, "You guys, I have no right to change it!"

As soon as these words came out, many people who supported Zheng Tianyu were immediately persuaded, but most of them were fair people who did not stand on either side.

After hearing what the Confucians said, they couldn't help but sigh.

This judging of poetry and prose is not a matter of two mouths flipping, no matter how you can find an angle to explain it.

Calling black as white and white as black is not the specialty of scholars!

Everyone can see that Xia Jingyun's poems are better than that of Zheng Tianyu's, but it's just these few great scholars who can't tell.

In fact, they couldn't tell, they could see far away. They saw that Zheng Tianyu was a disciple of Zhouxue Xuezheng, and that Zheng Tianyu was the son of Jianning prefect.

If you were Xia Jingyun, the son of the prefect, a student of righteousness, let's see how these great Confucians would choose.

"How can a small man who is promoted to fight against such a big man."

"Justice really only exists among the little people!"

"You should be grateful to Dade if you can share the stage with a big shot. How dare you beat a big shot after eating a bear's heart!"

"I'm worried now, whether he will be found dead in the wilderness someday."

Everyone muttered in low voices, pouring out their grief and indignation and being speechless all seemed cautious.

These still have a certain level of literary appreciation. For those who are purely watching the excitement, under the halo of the venerable Confucianism, they began to sneer at Xu Dapeng and others who are "dead ducks with a hard mouth".

In their eyes, it's just that they can't afford to lose!
Listening to the words of the great scholars on the stage and the noisy discussions around, Xia Jingyun, who was silent for a moment, turned to look at Zheng Tianyu, "Aren't you going to say something?"

Zheng Tianyu stood calmly, "Mr. Zheng always respects the teacher."

Xia Jingyun whispered: "Why don't we make a deal, you do me a favor, I accept this result, turn around and leave."

Zheng Tianyu raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Xia Jingyun pursed his lips and sneered in his heart. He inexplicably remembered what that cross talk master who was not in line with the mainstream said after he became Ling Jueding. I used to just want to be a dog
You rich and powerful are really greedy!
He turned his head and looked around the field, and suddenly smiled, since this is the case, then I will play with you!
He hasn't seen any big or small scenes in the past, but you guys who have evil intentions just want to eat me like this.

None of the doors!
"They are your teachers, but they are not qualified to be my teachers."

Xia Jingyun sneered and said loudly, "I don't agree!"

The sound spread throughout the field, which surprised many people.

On the front stage, the high-ranking Confucianist didn't panic at all, and said lightly, "Why are you dissatisfied?"

Xia Jingyun smiled, "I want to ask, if I write another poem that is also far better than this Mr. Zheng, and don't use the idea of ​​breaking the topic?"

"The Wenhui has its own rules. Your poems have already been published. Even if you write a hundred more poems, it will be useless."

"You see, the rules are in your mouth." Xia Jingyun sneered: "I used the same idea of ​​breaking the topic as him, and came up with a better poem than him. This is clearly the most intuitive and clear winner, but in your mouth, it has become plagiarism. Then why didn't you make it clear in advance, why did you have to write a question together? What supports your decision is the level of poetry, or the background of the person who wrote the poem?"

A great Confucian said meaningfully: "Young man, I understand your frustration, but the world is impermanent, and you still have a great future, so don't make mistakes."

"Is this a threat?" Xia Jingyun grinned, "Then I'll threaten you too. This essay meeting is organized by our Sishui prefecture students to congratulate the concubine. Everyone comes here with a heart to serve the country and show off their talents. Aren't you discrediting the concubine by turning black and white like this?"

"Presumptuous!" The Confucian dared not take the blame, and slapped the table, "Come here, arrest this lunatic! Drive him out!"

Xia Jingyun stood proudly. In the eyes of everyone, his straight back was like the truly unyielding backbone of a scholar.

A few soldiers rushed in armed and walked towards Xia Jingyun aggressively.

"stop!"

A woman's voice sounded.

Feng Xiuyun walked in quickly, with a frosty face, and said coldly: "Gentlemen, what are you going to do? Are you going to have a literary meeting or a martial arts fight? Leave me alone!"

Xia Jingyun heaved a sigh of relief. He made a fuss, betting that the female official in the palace would stand up, whether it was out of love or pity, or for the money she could get, as long as she stood up, he would be saved.

At that time, even if he can't get back to Wenkui, his reputation of not being afraid of power will be able to spread.

Fame, why not Yang!When the fame rises, everything will be easy to talk about.

Seeing Feng Xiuyun appearing arrogantly, the four great scholars looked at each other. Xu Xiancheng, who was maintaining order at the scene, hurried up, first comforted Feng Xiuyun, drove the soldiers away, and then explained Feng Xiuyun's identity to the four great scholars.

Unexpectedly, the four great Confucian scholars immediately became disdainful when they heard the words, "Who am I? An inner court lady, when can she show off her might in front of us!"

"Since you are the one standing in front of your empress, you should concentrate on doing your work, and don't meddle with what you shouldn't! Otherwise, the spittle of scholars all over the world will drown you!"

"For my mother's sake, I'll give you a seat to watch the ceremony, step back quickly! You don't have a place to talk here!"

The great Confucians sneered and disdained to speak, showing their literati character.

"Boss Feng is not qualified to speak, what about the old man?"

Su Shidao separated the crowd, walked out, and looked at the people on the stage coldly, "Could it be that the colleagues feel that the old man is not qualified?"

Many scholars nearby recognized him, Qiqi said hello, "I met Mr. Su."

As long as you are a member of the state school, who doesn't know that Mr. Su is Mr. Guanlu's favorite student, the knowledge is the best in the state school, and more importantly, he has never acted without regard to his background, and he takes care of these poor students. In the state school, he often upholds justice.

For example, Xu Dapeng and others couldn't help being excited. When Mr. Su came, Qingtian would be there!
The four people on the stage were stunned for a moment, but someone immediately responded, "Brother Zicheng, Xuezheng entrusted me to be the judge for today. If you have anything to say, come down and talk."

"That's right, the sages have something to say, if you don't follow the rules, you can't make a circle. Since we are the judges, we should have the final say here. If you have any opinions, you can discuss them later."

"You guys!" Su Shidao was so angry that his beards were trembling, "You hold a literary meeting under the banner of the Empress Concubine De, but you are so perverted, turning black and white, aren't you afraid that the Empress De Concubine will find out and cause a catastrophe?"

"Su Zicheng! Don't spit blood!" The great Confucianist on the stage slapped the table, his voice stern, "Our words are all out of fairness, even if the concubine is here, we will judge like this!"

"is it?"

An old voice remembered, and then an old man slowly walked out of the crowd. Under the protection of the guards, he looked at the four people on the stage with an unkind expression.

The faces of the Confucians who were calm and calm before suddenly became terrified.

Mrs. Yun!
(End of this chapter)