After taking a look, Ning Chen decisively triggered the selection of events when he was on the side who didn't even dare to fart.

【Event Selection】

[1. You take the initiative to give in and resign from the Imperial College, and you will get 5 points of [Loyalty]. Then you will get all the evaluations related to the event and will automatically be converted into the corresponding reputation point.]

[2. If you refute strongly, you will directly take up the Imperial College, get 200 points of [六], and then you will get all the evaluations related to the event, and will automatically be converted into corresponding reputation points]

Ning Chen now sees the [王] dot, his eyes are all green, so how could he miss such an opportunity?

After hearing Zhou Dingzeng's words, Wu Zhao was about to nod and went with the flow, he heard Ning Chen say loudly: "Your Highness, I also have objections."

Wu Zhao really didn't expect that Ning Chen would stand up at this time.

Because Wu Zhao knew that someone would definitely object to Ning Chen's proposal for appointment.

So Wu Zhao had already thought about it, just keep one of two positions.

This is her balanced approach in power.

Even though I knew that both of them would be unscrupulous, I just said, I would go one of them and leave one.

In this way, you think you made a profit, and I also think I did not lose.

But now it seems that Ning Chen has no idea what the way to balance is.

"What are your objections to Ning Aiqing?" Wu Zhao asked with deep staring eyes at Ning Chen.

Ning Chen saw the warning in his eyes, but Ning Chen didn't care, because Ning Chen wanted to be sarcastic to the end.

"Your Highness, I would like to ask Zhou Siye, just because I have practiced martial arts, am I not qualified to serve in the Imperial College?

I wonder if the Imperial College is the highest institution of learning for students in the world, or is it just a dirty place with such professional discrimination?

I think that in the face of knowledge, everyone should be equal. When you go to the Imperial College to do things, you should look at knowledge, not anything else?"

After Ning Chen said this, Zhou Siye's expression remained unchanged at all. Instead, he looked at Ning Chen with a kind face: "Ningchen, I know you have some talent, but when you come to the Imperial College, your young talents are far from enough."

Ning Chen directly fought back disdainfully: "Don't say that it's useless. You said I'm not enough. At least you have to compare it to know if I'm enough."

Ning Chen was aiming for [王], so naturally he came from [王].

What's more, if you don't even look at it, you will determine whether a student is good. Ning Chen really disdains that if you don't even look at it.

Zhou’s fixed-increase is still as stable as an old dog: “How do Lord Ning plan to compete with me?”

Zhou Dingzeng directly called Ning Chen as an adult, which was not to respect Ning Chen, but it was completely ironic.

"Mr. Ning, I heard that you are old and have great talent in poetry, so let's compare poetry."

Ning Chen was also not afraid and went back directly.

Ning Chen's actions made many people frown, thinking that Ning Chen was a little too arrogant.

Even Wu Zhao couldn't help frowning slightly, and began to think in his heart whether Ning Chen could be of great use.

After hearing Ning Chen's words, Zhou Dingzeng couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Ning is really confident, but I don't want to bully the young by the big one. Lord Ning should choose another one."

Zhou Bingzeng is still very confident about his poetry talent.

In terms of poetry, even if it is the Imperial College Priest, Zhou Dingzeng felt that he could compare with the previous one under the same level.

Zhou Dingzeng didn’t know about Ning Chen’s poems.

However, in Zhou Dingzeng's eyes, these desolate poems cannot be compared with his.

As a great scholar of the times, Zhou Dingzeng did not hope to leave a reputation for bullying the small in his resume, so he planned to let Ning Chen choose another one.

Ning Chen curled his lips: "I really don't look down on you, I am a man. Except for your poetry, you may not be able to compare with me in other aspects.

Anyway, I will choose poetry, and it is your business to follow it or not."

Even a great scholar has a temper who has been despised by Ning Chen for a continuous period of time.

"Okay, since you insist on doing this, don't blame me for bullying the small ones for the big ones. Please, Lord Ning." Zhou Dingzeng said and stood up first.

Ning Chen doesn’t know why he has to go out more than poetry, but he just goes out. It’s not a bit of a mess.

Things have reached this point, and even if Wu Zhao wants to mediate, it will be impossible.

Wu Zhao knew very well what Zhou Dingzeng was.

I have just taken the lead now. If I force myself to suppress it, I can suppress it, but the rebound will probably be even more severe.

So Wu Zhao could only let Ning Chen suffer some flesh and blood, even if he taught Ning Chen a lesson and let Ning Chen have a better memory.

And in Wu Zhao's opinion, it is not all a bad thing to suppress Ning Chen's aura.

The two of them came to the yard, and Zhou Dingzeng said to Ning Chen: "Mr. Ning, you are the junior, and you should write poetry first."

Ning Chen smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm young, so I can afford to wait. You can't wait anymore. You'd better go out first."

Zhou Dingzeng was really angry when he heard this.

Because Ning Chen really talked about the pain of Zhou’s fixed-increase.

He has a great literary life, but he has been struggling every step of Confucianism. Now that he has reached this age, he has basically no hope of going further.

So he really can't wait now.

"Arrogant!"

After drinking humble throughout his life, he saw a book that was completely composed of a noble spirit floated out of Zhou Dingzeng's body.

This book is very big, and if you don’t open it, it’s almost as big as two square meters.

Then I saw the book pages with great energy, and a poem flew out of the book.

"Cars, horses, and pedestrians, bows and arrows are all on their waists."

...

As these words flew out, these words turned into armored warriors and riding soldiers in the sky.

Ning Chen looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned.

Ning Chen knew that the Confucian system was fancy, but Ning Chen never thought that the Confucian system was so fancy, and Confucian poetry was so competitive.

Looking at the words flying out of the Haoran righteous book above Zhou Dingzeng's head, they turned into real soldiers.

Ning Chen was a little panicked at this moment.

It’s not because poetry is so powerful that it can’t compare to panic, but because Ning Chen doesn’t have a righteous spirit.

But Ning Chen's panic at this moment fell into the eyes of the ministers, which was a sense of helplessness and helpless defeat.

"Ning Chen really didn't know how to live or die, and actually proposed to compare poetry with Zhou Siye. I wonder if Zhou Siye's poetry, did even the Zuo Prime Minister agree with it?"

"I think Ning Chen knew that he would lose, so he chose Zhou Siye's strongest one as a challenge. In this way, even if he loses, he won't lose too ugly."

Among the ministers, many of them were jealous of Ning Chen's impending power.

Now that they saw Ning Chen so ignorant, they were very happy to go up to die.

Zhou Siye looked at Ning Chen with a helpless look on his face and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning, because you are young and ignorant, let's give up this matter."

Hearing Zhou Siye say this, the ministers couldn't help but admire Zhou Siye again.

But Ning Chen can't just let it go.

You must go to the Imperial College to take office, that is to complete the task.

"No, I didn't say anything, how could I give up?" Ning Chen stopped Zhou Siye, who was about to stop, said.

Zhou Siye stopped and looked at Ning Chen: "Then please ask Lord Ning to write a poem?"

Ning Chen turned around and looked around, and finally his eyes fixed on Sun Kejian: "Can Mr. Sun lend me some? Is Haoran righteous?"

"Ah, this..."

Sun Kejian was stunned when Ning Chen asked.

Then the people present remembered that Ning Chen's Confucianism had not yet been included in the product, so they had no way to urge poetry to transform.

"Ning Chen really doesn't know how to live or die. He doesn't even have the righteousness of Haoran. He has to compete with Zhou Siye, a seventh-grade rank."

"What did Ning Chen think? He didn't even have the righteousness of Haoran. Is he just trying to humiliate Zhou Siye?"

"It's over, Ning Chen has completely offended Zhou Siye to death!"

"Zhou Siye has countless disciples. Even if His Highness wants to protect Ningchen, he will probably have to think carefully."

...

Sure enough, Zhou Siye knew that Ning Chen had no righteousness and glared at the scene:

"It's ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous. You don't even have the righteousness of Haoran, and you're going to compete with Zhou Me? Are you intentionally humiliating me!"

Ning Chen didn't expect that Zhou Siye was suddenly so angry.

"I am not a top student in Confucianism and Taoism. Don't you know this? If I didn't get the top student in the exam, I must be a top student in Confucianism and Taoism. After all, I am still young, right?"

The word "young" hurt Zhou Siye again deeply.

"Today, I must teach you a good lesson, you arrogant guy!" Zhou Siye was furious, his originally white cheeks were all red due to congestion.
To be continued...