Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

"Why not?"

"it is good!"

Zeng Gong responded immediately, and then stretched out his right hand, pointing to the row of long tables opposite him.

"Please!"

What he meant was that letting Qi Heng and the others sit down meant that the literary battle had officially begun.

But Qi Heng was indifferent.

He just asked Gu Tingye to sit down with Yuan Wenshao and Ling Xiaoqi.

He himself was still standing in the center of the hall.

Since then.

He smiled softly: "I won't sit down."

"I have a hard back and hard knees. I'm not used to kneeling."

"I'm afraid that if I sit on my knees for a long time, I won't be able to stand up."

This sounds fine at first glance.

But when it comes to the fact that he just used a bamboo song to mock Zeng Gong and others like willow branches floating in the wind, it seems particularly meaningful.

This time.

Gu Tingye was greatly moved.

He really didn't expect it.

Originally, he just asked Qi Heng to stand up for him, to fight against the gang of officials and eunuchs.

But now, Qi Heng directly offended those people to death for him!

This... this simply left him speechless!

Of course.

The students around Zeng Gong inevitably gritted their teeth again.

But they don't know.

This was the effect Qi Heng wanted.

The more they hate the better.

How much you hate now, how powerless and convinced you are when you are completely defeated.

……

What Gu Tingye said was right.

His origin basically determines that it is almost never possible for the official class to truly tolerate and respect him.

But the key point is that the current Song Dynasty is ultimately dominated by scholar-bureaucrats.

Even Zhao Song officials have to rely on them.

So this means that in the next period of time, he will also be inseparable from the official class, and must find a way to coexist with them.

Where is the Tao?

The only way, of course, is to try to convince them.

Convinced orally.

……

……

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Chapter 39 Chunqiu Zuozhuan, more than [-] times

"Everyone!"

"Everyone—"

Just as the atmosphere between Qi Heng and the other students became more and more tense, a very handsome middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the high platform.

He waved his hands and shouted loudly with a smile on his face.

"Tonight, our building is honored to witness the young master of Duke Qi's mansion compete with Duke Ouyang's disciples, as well as many young talents."

"To show my heart."

"The shopkeeper of our building has decided that all expenses in the building tonight, regardless of drinks and banquets, will be free of bills!"

"Drink with you!"

The voice fell to the ground, and the whole building cheered.

It's not a booze thing, the main atmosphere comes and they have to cheer.

……

But make trouble.

For Zeng Gong and others, this is just an insignificant episode after all.

At this time, all their minds were on Qi Heng alone.

Make sense.

It is common for literati to look down on each other.

But they have never seen such a frivolous and wanton person.

Such a person is either a lunatic or a genius.

Considering the bamboo poem he made just now, he is obviously not crazy.

Well, of course they need to pull themselves together.

Qi Heng also doesn't care about Fan Lou's so-called free order.

But then again.

A small shopkeeper can use only one night's turnover, which not only wins the favor of the powerful circle, but also buys the hearts of officials and students.

Looking at the leopard in the pipe, it can be seen that the proprietor behind Fan Lou is a smart person that should not be underestimated.

……

No gossip.

Zeng Gong not only put away Qi Heng's contempt, but also saw the other party's talent, so it was inevitable that he wanted to compete for the top.

He looked at Qi Heng in front of him, and said calmly: "I heard that the young master has a particularly outstanding memory."

"The Four Books and Five Classics are memorized backwards."

"We still start with this."

"Dare to ask my little father-in-law, which one do you want to choose?"

Qi Heng strolled in the courtyard.

There is nothing to think about, he is determined to carry his arrogance to the end today.

Literati look down on each other, so let them not dare to look down on him first.

He didn't care, just smiled.

"You choose."

"I can do it."

This attitude inevitably made the students around Zeng Gong grit their teeth secretly again, but they have already seen his arrogance, so they will not say anything else.

They are like enemies.

Zeng Gong's eyes flashed.

"Who will come first?"

Immediately, a student stood up on his right.

"I come!"

This person has a dignified appearance, a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, at first glance he is a diligent and cautious person.

He bowed slightly to Qi Heng.

"Student at Xiatai College, Liu Fengshan."

"Usually I like Spring and Autumn the most, especially the whole Zuo Zhuan."

"So far, I have only transcribed it more than [-] times. It can be said that I know it by heart."

"Please enlighten me, my little father-in-law!"

Qi Heng lazily cupped his hands.

"Please."

A group of second-generation rich and powerful sitting beside Gu Tingye whispered.

"I copied it more than 800 times just by copying?"

"Is this guy crazy?"

"What's the use of copying so many times?"

"What do you know? Once you write it, you should read it ten times, and if you read it a hundred times, it is better to keep silent. This is the real memorization!"

"Then... can the young master do it?"

They looked at Gu Tingye.

But Gu Tingye was too lazy to explain anything to these rough people.

He was in a good mood, so he raised his lips and smiled and said, "Shut up for me."

"Let's see if Yuan Ruo kills them without leaving a piece of armor!"