This court ordered you to write a poem in the classroom!

When Liu Yaohui's words fell, everyone looked at each other. The condescending meaning was very obvious, showing the style of one of his princes.

There were many Futai officials present. After hearing Liu Yaohui's words, they all followed him and said: "Xie Yuanlang, this is the talent that the Futai Lord appreciates!"

"Yes, Lord Futai praised you, Jie Yuanlang."

‘You don’t need to cherish it yourself.’

Few people said bluntly: "Xie Yuanlang, you are not stage frightened."

"Xie Yuanlang is not good at poetry, and it is not a joke when it is spread. It can be written quickly according to the wishes of Master Futai."

In the eyes of officials, it is normal for Shangguan to write poetry on the spot, but most of the juren are well-read and longing for being officials, but they are still not used to the rules in the officialdom, as if someone forced them to write a poem.

Wang Shizhen knew that Governor Liu also had the intention of showing his power through this move.

Lin Yanchao was Jie Yuanlang, the leader of the juren, and others used the rules of the officialdom to call him. This is called the juren who regarded himself as the pride of heaven, and inevitably felt uncomfortable and developed a sense of hatred for the enemy.

Lin Yanchao looked faint. At this time, Huang Kezhang, the sixth person in the provincial examination, stood up and said, "Xie Yuanlang was seriously ill in the exam a few days ago. Maybe he has not recovered yet. Why not let me write a song for him?"

The officials thought this was OK, and it was common for writing poetry on behalf of others. Liu Yaohui stroked his long beard and squinted his eyes and said, "This college is now taking the exam, Jie Yuanlang, and it will be your turn in a while."

Huang Kezhang was originally in a state of injustice, but Liu Yaohui glared at him and couldn't help feeling a little scared, and he felt afraid and sat down angrily.

Tao Tixue frowned. He had read Lin Yanchao's children's test papers in previous children's tests, and he wrote mediocrely, otherwise he would have been the head of the test. He was not afraid that Lin Yanchao would not be able to write it. It would be fine if he was a general juren who did not do anything wrong, but he was Jie Yuanlang. If he could not produce poems for the conservative field, his reputation would be greatly damaged.

Liu Yaohui whispered to the left and right, and then an official walked to Lin Yanchao with a glass of wine. This was obvious. If he answered well, he would toast him. If he answered well, he would drink and punish him.

At this moment, Lin Yanchao had to do it even if he didn't do it.

But when Lin Yanchao stood up, he bowed to Liu Yaohui.

But Liu Yaohui smiled and looked at him, but he was just an ant in his eyes.

Lin Yanchao looked around everyone and said loudly: "The left line of Zhong Ming slandered the book on his right, there are multiplications and divisions everywhere in the world. He bowed his head and bowed his head and slaughtered the sheep and said, "All things are floating over the vast clouds."

Lin Yanchao's voice was clear and everyone heard it.

The Zhong Ming is the inscribed on the clock, and the slander is the document of attack. The slaughter of sheep is said to be a butcher who killed sheep. When he fled with King Zhao of Chu, he made great contributions. After King Zhao of Chu restored the country, he wanted to grant him the third duke. But the slaughter of the sheep, he said, "How can I make my monarch have a reputation for improper rewards because of his greed for titles and salaries? I don't want the three dukes, I just go back and kill the sheep."

The general meaning of this poem is that there is praise on the left and evil comments on the right. There is no right or wrong in everything in the world. It is better to learn to slaughter the sheep and say that you are indifferent to fame and fortune. Everything is like a cloud!

After hearing Lin Yanchao's words, the officials were sweating on their foreheads. It was not because the poem was not well written, but because the poem was really rude. Lin Yanchao clearly used the poem to tell the story. I only got Jie Yuan the day before yesterday. Today you toast me and punish me, but it doesn't matter. When I was learning to slaughter the sheep, you still blame me, and it's all a cloud to me.

After hearing this, all the juren looked excited. What is this? This is the character of a scholar.

At present, they have not yet polished the right and wrong in the officialdom, and they are still full of spirit. Faced with the dilemma of the second-rank official of the dynasty, Lin Yanchao's poem is backed up with neither arrogant nor humbleness. This is the backbone of scholars.

If no one dared to make a name for himself, he would have cheered together.

Wang Shizhen and Tao Tixue also nodded in appreciation.

They all know that poetry is written with brilliant words and so on is second, and the most important thing is to be able to see his ambitions based on his poems. This poem cannot be written by a person with a broad mind.

It would be more appropriate for an official who has been in the officialdom for decades and has seen through the worldly love to write this poem. But how could Lin Yanchao have such experience and such a mind?

Everyone speculated about Liu Yaohui's reaction. Although Lin Yanchao did not cross the line, he still lost his face. He toasted and punished him to see how the governor Liu was. But seeing Liu Yaohui's eyes were half open and half closed, calm as usual, and his cunning was deep, and he could not see any joy and anger.

The governor did not express his opinion, and everyone felt that the atmosphere was really depressing. Wang Shizhen and Tao Tixue were all ready. If Lin Yanchao was scolded, they would make preparations for their words.

Liu Yaohui brushed the python robe, raised his cup from the table, and three words broke out: "Good work!"

This sound was like a stone throwing into the calm lake.

After being suppressed for a long time, everyone in the hall cheered for Lin Yanchao's poem. All the priests patted their palms red.

Liu Yaohui put the wine glass from afar and said to Lin Yanchao: "Xie Yuanlang is such a shocking talent, our institute wishes you a glass!"

After saying that, Liu Yaohui took a sip.

"Thank you, Lord Zhongcheng!" Lin Yanchao held the cup with one hand and covered his sleeve with the other, and then drank it all in one go.

Everyone saw Lin Yanchao's popularity, but he was so calm, and they couldn't help but admire him. This is the demeanor of praise for the world without persuasion, and the world without being discouraged.

Later, everyone also wrote poems, but under Lin Yanchao's poem, they were all over the place.

The banquet dispersed and everyone left with great pleasure.

Liu Tinglan, Huang Kezhang, He Qiaoyuan, looked at the lights in the distance, Wang Shizhen and Tao Tixue seemed to be reminding him of something.

Seeing this scene made several people envious.

"I am not as good as this person." Liu Tinglan couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone asked, "Brother Liu, why do you have to say that? Your talent is not inferior to Jie Yuan."

Liu Tinglan shook her head and said, "Talent is secondary. If you were you today, would you dare to write this poem in front of the governor? A gentleman should not be aware of it but can be greatly appreciated!"

Everyone nodded.

Huang Kezhang said: "It's the first time I saw Brother Liu admire others, but in my opinion it's a good thing. Brother Liu is worse than today, and he will be the same as next day."

After hearing what Huang Kezhang said, everyone laughed, and Liu Tinglan even laughed even more, and then said, "I laughed to the sky and went out, so why are we all weeds? Let's go!"

"You should think about what Brother Tao said when you go back." Wang Shizhen said to Lin Yanchao.

"Yes, the disciple will definitely reply to the teacher as soon as possible."

After Lin Yanchao said this, he bowed to Wang Shizhen, then turned backwards and left.

Wang Shizhen and Tao Tixue watched Lin Yanchao leave, and Tao Tixue said to Wang Shizhen: "How about Brother Fengzhou see this son?"

Wang Shizhen pondered for a long time before saying, "Originally, I thought this was just a good article, but today I felt so fierce that I couldn't help but think of a year."

Wang Shizhen was a Jinshi in the 26th year of Jiajing. This was the most valuable Jinshi. Tao Tixue was puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "I wonder who was the same year?"

"Zhang Jiangling!"
Chapter completed!