"The title of this poem "I Will Become a Wine"! Sorry, everyone, Lu Zheng cheated again, just to make everyone happy!" Lu Zheng's voice sounded in the yard.

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were on him. Lu Zheng was still the 14 or 15-year-old boy, but at this time it was completely different from before. Until now, most people were still immersed in the artistic conception of "The Wine".

Lu Zheng once again stepped onto the poetry mat. He looked at Chen Gui and said, "Brother Chen Gui, do you still have poetry?"

Chen Gui was speechless. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I have no poetry anymore!"

Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Haoran again and said, "Zhang Haoran, where is your poem?"

Zhang Haoran stared at Lu Zheng with his eyes tightly, and his towering Adam's apple squirmed strangely. At this time, his heart was dead. He did have a poem in his hand, and this poem was his proud work, but as soon as Lu Zheng's "Awaiting to Wine" came out, what is the poem in his hand?

"I...I have no poetry!"

After Zhang Haoran said this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He finally lowered his head and became completely depressed.

He was defeated today, and it was difficult for him to have a chance to make a comeback. Lu Zheng became a talented man in Yangzhou, he became Lu Zheng's foil and background, and even became the topic of conversation and joke for everyone after dinner. This will be the fate he has to face.

Lu Zheng looked at others again, and all the talents around the poem shi who had contacted his eyes all retreated, saying one by one: "I...I have no poetry!"

Lu Zheng carried his hands on his back, looked into the distance, and said aloud: "Who has any poems?"

The audience was silent, and no one dared to stand up. Before "The Wine in the Wine", many people were eager to try. Everyone was rushing to be the first to be on the ceremonies. Now, as soon as "The Wine in the Wine" was released, there was no poetry in the audience. At this moment, who can still question Lu Zheng's poetry talent?

Sun Yibo's face was pale, and the situation in front of him was far beyond his expectations. The reason why he titled "Wine" was very clear, which was to help Zhang Haoran.

He thought he was smart and had a plan, but in the face of truly powerful strength, Zhang Haoran's careful preparation and so-called masterpieces that he carefully prepared and carefully considered words did not even have the courage to show it. This is crushing!

Compared to Sun Yibo, Luo Guancai is at another extreme now. He squinted his eyes and looked at Sun Yibo who was betrayed by his side, and felt very comfortable.

Is the one with the surname Sun today? Relying on his own climbing to the Zhang family, he doesn’t want to be ashamed, so what’s the result? He won’t lose his rice, humiliation, and embarrassing people. From now on, he has become a laughing stock in the Yangzhou academic community.

Luo Guancai was in a good mood, and the more he looked at Lu Zheng, the more he liked him. He felt a little regretful in his heart just now, thinking that he was too hasty to quit his position as a master in Guanshan Academy. Now that his regret has disappeared.

Without Guanshan Academy, Luo Guancai accepted an apprentice like Lu Zheng and drove him to open a private school at his home tomorrow, but he was afraid that no students would come to him?

Luo Guancai's livelihood has been settled and he has food in his hands, so he is not panicked. He will slowly plan to do it even if he is less than half a position. What's more, Luo Guancai feels that he can go to Beijing for another exam. Maybe because of this turnaround, he will be running at the right time!

Luo Guancai looked at Lu Zheng's majesty. He and Lu Zheng were masters and apprentices. They both prospered and lost. He felt extremely proud in his heart. Seeing that no one in the audience dared to answer Lu Zheng's words, he turned his head and looked at Sun Yibo and said:

"Brother Sun, do you have poetry?"

Sun Yibo's pale face turned red in an instant. He knew that Luo Guan was deliberately humiliating him, but where could he have a poem? Lu Zheng's poem "Jiang Jinjiu" is simply amazing. With this poem, all other poems have no value.

"It's too much!" Sun Yibo had never suffered such humiliation. He looked at Luo Guancai angrily. He wanted to retort and asked: "Brother Luo, do you have any poetry?"

But if Luo Guancai said, "I don't have poetry, but my disciples have poetry!", what should Sun Yibo answer? In Guanshan Academy for so many years, Sun Yibo has been suppressing Luo Guancai. Now he has finally tasted the taste of being bullied and humiliated, which is very bitter...

"Liar, Lu Zheng is a big liar. He is clearly talented in poetry. Why do you say that he can't write essays?" Zhang Baoyi suddenly shouted in the side hall.

Under normal circumstances, the female relatives in the side hall were talking, but no one could hear the yard and main hall outside.

But now the audience was silent, and Zhang Baoyi was so excited that she couldn't accept the result in front of her. It's normal for a female person to have poor emotional control.

But as soon as she said something, everyone heard it, but they said what many people wanted to say. Now Zhang Haoran wants to say this, and Chen Gui wants to say this even more.

Lu Zheng clearly knows how to write poetry, why did he deliberately say that he is not good at it? This is true in Zhishuiwen, and it is also true at the Zhang family banquet. Isn’t this digging a hole for everyone?

I have seen someone cheating, but I have never seen someone cheating like Lu Zheng. Lu Zheng has to explain to everyone!

Gui Liang had already beat his chest and stamped his feet countless times. Now that he heard what came from the side hall, he finally felt that he should say something.

If I don’t speak now, I’m afraid there will be fewer and fewer opportunities to talk to Lu Zheng in the future. As soon as I thought about this, he said:

"Lu Zheng, did you hear the words of the female family in the side hall? Why are you so pretentious? You know how to write poetry, but you just say that you are not good at writing poetry and essays?"

Lu Zheng looked at Gui Liang with his eyes, and he felt very helpless. No one believed that he told the truth these days. Lu Zheng really couldn't write poetry. He was cheating, and his poems were copied.

But can he say this in front of him? If he really told Gui Liang the truth, everyone would probably think that Lu Zheng was mocking Gui Liang?

Gui Liang is no better than Sun Yibo. Sun Yibo is an unknown person, while Gui Liang is a famous scholar in Yangzhou and belongs to the famous type of people.

Not to mention that Lu Zheng can't easily offend such a giant, even if he is today, he is unwilling to provoke such famous scholars. With this in mind, Lu Zheng's expression became very serious and said seriously:

"Master Gui, I think that scholars should take literary studies first. Whether it is literary or poetry, it is just a matter of fame among the people. To put it bluntly, it is just a way for scholars to get flaws.

Our scholars should read a lot of poetry and books, and then they would turn to the toad palace and climb to the Golden Palace to relieve worries for the emperor and benefit all the people. The so-called worrying about the world before worrying about the world is happy...

Time is like an arrow, and the passing is like this. How can you waste your time in the pleasure house? The student is only fourteen or five years old and is too famous. He will definitely be arrogant and polite. He thinks he is unable to do so. What's wrong with Zhongyong for the rest of his life?”

After Lu Zheng said this, Gui Liang and Nie Yong's faces changed drastically, and the many talents and teachers around him also changed their colors. For a moment, everyone bowed their heads and felt ashamed.

Lu Zheng's words were indeed what he thought. Lu Zheng's purpose of studying was an imperial examination and became an official. In Lu Zheng's opinion, poetry, songs and essays were all a waste of time. Lu Zheng really didn't want to waste time on those useless things.

Of course, some of the words are Lu Zheng’s nonsense. It is necessary for scholars to gain fame. Lu Zheng also needs to gain fame, and the greater the fame, the better. The first priority is for scholars these days.

When entering the court as an official, scientific examinations are a way, and recruiting talents are also a way. The emperor is in power, the greater the reputation of scholars, the more opportunities they have to enter the eyes of the court and the emperor. Therefore, it is extremely rare for scholars to truly be indifferent to fame and fortune throughout history.

It is precisely this rare thing that makes those hermits who are indifferent to fame and fortune and plant flowers and bamboo envy. Everyone hopes that they can serve the court and be appreciated by the emperor. On the other hand, scholars envy the pastoral world in their hearts, envying the transcendent realm of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains".

This contradiction is not only true in ancient times, but also in modern people. On the one hand, modern people pursue cities and work hard to make money in cities. On the other hand, they envy the countryside and often like to buy a few residential buildings and build a few houses in a certain countryside. Of course, in the Dakang Dynasty, scholars' respect for indifferent fame and fortune far exceeds the ideological realm of modern people who hope to live in a countryside farmhouse.

Lu Zheng is now standing at the commanding heights of morality. Gui Liang was stunned when he said these words. He had imagined Lu Zheng's possible answer, but he never expected that Lu Zheng's answer would shock him and make him ashamed.

"Master Yan has such a sharp eye. This guy is indeed not a thing in the pool, and his future is limitless!" Gui Liang said in his heart, and Zhang Chengdong was thought in his mind:

"Although Chengdong is devoted to doing business, his talent, knowledge and knowledge are not inferior to that of today's famous scholars. I, Gui Liangkong, have the reputation of being a great scholar, and it seems that he is much worse than Chengdong!"

Gui Liang felt even more ashamed when he thought about this in his heart. He even felt that he had lived for most of his life and had mastered the principles that he had mastered were not as transparent as Lu Zheng, a young boy.

At this time, Zhang Haoran had completely collapsed. In the side hall, the girls of the Zhang family who were originally extremely excited and became silent.

Lu Zheng's words were impeccable. Even if Zhang Baoyi was excited, he couldn't think of anything to complain about. Everyone had only one thought in their minds, that is, why Lu Zheng was so powerful. He almost learned to read, write essays, and write poetry without a teacher. All of this is really incredible.

Look at Lu Zheng now, standing in the crowd like stars holding the moon. Can the huge walls and yard of the Zhang family in Yangzhou still restrain him?

"Everything is fate! People are fate!" The ancestor Zhang's mother murmured. She was muttering alone. This was what she often said, but today's meaning was different from before.
Chapter completed!