Saint of the Confucian way

Many silver people cheered, but suddenly a young scholar who started the country got up and said in a loud voice: "I didn't learn at the end. I admired Lord Jianmei for many years. I came here thousands of miles to read his masterpiece. Why didn't lord Jianmei write poetry until the end of the cultural meeting? I don't know whether Lord Jianmei can't write poetry or has a bad relationship with Fang Xusheng as rumored? I hope Lord Jianmei can show his poetic talent and let us enjoy the style of the eagle of Jingguo!"

Before Li Wenying spoke, many scholars began to agree.

Most of them are Qingguo people.

However, most of the people present looked at the Qiguo Jinshi, and almost everyone realized that the man had an unclear relationship with Qingguo, and might even be a spy inserted by Qingguo in Qiguo.

At this time, some influential scholars and scholars in Qingguo also echoed.

"Jianmei Gong, I don't think you should refuse."

"Brother Wen Ying, don't you want to help Fang Yun?"

"There's only one poem you need on a beautiful day."

The National People's Congress of the Qing Dynasty has a tendency to force the palace. Jingguo people don't know how to fight back for a moment. At this time, Li Wenying must not be allowed to write poetry, but if you say it, if Li Wenying wants to write poetry again, it will become a joke.

Scholars from all over the world looked at Qingguo's seat, and most of them fell on one of them.

Ji Anchang, the No. 1 scholar in Qingguo at that time, is now a great Confucian. He once used poetry to oppress Jingguo.

At this time, Ji Anchang was silent, just smiling and sipping tea.

Zong Xueyan said, "Jianmei Gong, now so many scholars want you to write poetry, but there is no slander. Don't kill!"

Many Jingguo people are dissatisfied with it, but Li Wenying doesn't speak. They can't make a conclusion. They can only scold how despicable the Qingguo people are.

Li Wenying looked at the people of Qingguo shouting and his eyes were calm.

When the voice dropped, Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "I'm the host of this cultural meeting. I didn't want to write poetry on the spot. I just want to give poetry to you when the cultural meeting is over. However, since you so want me to write poetry in advance, Li will write poetry on the spot for you. Of course, Li will not compete with you for the quota of this cultural meeting after Fang Yun has given holy apricot. Pen!"

The clouds and clouds gather and disperse over the literary academy, and the sky is uncertain.

A great Confucian thought can turn spring into rain and snow in midsummer.

Someone immediately rushed up the table and the four treasures of study.

The whole audience held their breath, and even the sound of the wind blowing apricot leaves was clear to the ear.

Countless Qingguo people smiled as if they were going to see a good play.

But Jingguo people, on the contrary, are more nervous than one, but they expect more than one.

Before Fang Yun became famous, Li Wenying was the hope of Jingguo. Everyone hoped that Li Wenying would be the next Chen Sheng to make up for the possible gap in Jingguo.

Li Wenying did not disappoint the people. He walked on the road of the holy way step by step. Even if Fang Yun was born, he did not hide his glory.

Unfortunately, everyone knows that Li Wenying is unparalleled in literature and war, but his poetry has always been regarded as a leader, and he has never been able to dominate the whole Terran.

Scholars around the Terran often rank according to their literary position and literary talent. Li Wenying has never entered the top ten.

The table was placed in front of Li Wenying, and Yueyang officials on one side helped grind ink.

Li Wenying did not hold a pen, but calmly glanced at the meeting.

The sword eyebrow goes into the temples, showing more sharpness.

"The cultural conference is coming to an end. After Li's poem is completed, he has been divided into apricots. I don't know what opinions you Qingguo scholars have. Tell them all together, and Li will take it all!"

In the meeting hall, countless people took a deep breath, and the overbearing Li Wenying came back.

Many scholars in Qingguo were so frightened that they didn't dare to go out. They were afraid that what Li Wenying saw was pointed out by the tongue and sword.

Zong Xueyan said with a smile: "since this cultural meeting is to recite Fang Yun, anyone can come forward as long as it is not over. Perhaps, after the emergence of Jianmei Gong's poems, they can stimulate the humanistic thoughts of the people present and produce poems that are passed on to the country and even the world. Why not?"

Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "then Li will throw a brick to attract jade and wait for you to pick it up!"

The sound was not loud, but there was a faint thunder.