The poem by Jia Sidao at the Qionglin Banquet was good, but it was only good, and it was far from excellent. The most important thing was that he flattered Lizong Zhao Yun, and of course Concubine Jia also gave him a big impression.

However, in addition to the artistic conception of "Looking at the Tide of the Sea and Sighing the Rise and Death" today, the other meanings, artistic conception and connotation are all excellent works.

Before the southward transition, the Song Dynasty had two capitals, Kaifeng, and Luoyang. The Jingkang shame made the Song Dynasty lose the prosperous east and west capitals, and even lost half of the country. He had no choice but to cross the Yangtze River southeast half of the southeast. Tongtu Lane, the real name is Tongtu Street, but it was the most prosperous street in the city of Luoyang, Xijing.

A hundred years ago, the famous scholar Zhou Bangyan of a generation said that the poem "Seeking the fragrance everywhere, in the golden valley, the copper camel road." is familiar to all the new Jinshi here.

Today, Jia Sidao used "I think of the Tongcao alley and the scenery of the Jingu. Several places left the palace, and the boys shepherd cattle and sheep until now." to metaphorize the great humiliation of the lost eastern and western capitals of the Song Dynasty. The prosperity and prosperity of the past have long disappeared, and it is really appropriate to become a place where shepherd boys raise cattle and sheep.

At the end of the poem, "The return geese are two or three times, and they see the chaos of clouds and low water, and the iron cavalry is deserted." Then the atmosphere suddenly appears again. In contact with Jue, it is Wei Lu's desire to cross the north to restore the old capital.

A truly excellent work.

What embarrassed the scholars the most was that they were still thinking about using the gorgeous words to attract the top names from brothels. The famous prostitutes never thought that what Jia Shixian thought of was the rise and fall of the world. Just in this regard, they were already inferior to Jia Sidao.

So although there is no sarcastic or mocking word in the whole poem, the scholars who secrete too much hormones still feel their faces burning.

"Is it someone prepared again?" A scholar felt ashamed and muttered involuntarily.

"That's right, was it the one who wrote it last night again?..."

"It's very likely..."

Although the sound is small, it is just right for many people to hear it.

Zheng Hong, who was leading Jia Sidao to Tinglan Tinglan Ting, frowned and then stretched out when he heard this discussion, and looked back quietly and glanced at Jia Sidao who was following behind him.

"Brother Fang Shen, please!" Jia Sidao saw Zheng Hong smile and clasped his fists and bowed.

"Brother Shi Xian, please!" Zheng Hong didn't expect that Jia Sidao was in the mood to greet him at this time, and his steps were slightly chaotic and he hurriedly replied.

Did he not hear it or did he really change his mind after losing his memory as the rumor said? In the past, Jia Shixian was never a fuel-efficient lamp.

However, this idea just flashed through Zheng Hong's mind. No matter how Jia Sidao had a relationship with him, it was not too big. It was not true or true. It was not uncommon for ghostwriters to be used, and it was extremely common. After all, not everyone from a good background can have good talents, especially things like poetry that require hard work.

If Jia Sidao really had someone to write for him, and being exposed in this Seyuan Poetry Club, it wouldn't be said that it was a bad thing. If it was really what he did, there would be no need to wade into this muddy water at this time, right?

As for Jia Sidao, he naturally heard those comments that were not deliberately concealed. He had known this kind of suspicion for a long time.

He knows better than anyone else the reason why a big tree attracts wind. Moreover, although he was a little famous before this, he couldn't reach this point in general. In addition, the popularity has never been very good, so when he came to the Seyuan Poetry Conference, he was mentally prepared to be criticized.

Poems are naturally plagiarized, but no one can find evidence of their plagiarism. Since they can't find it, there is no need to doubt that these poems are naturally what he did.

For those who criticize, you can't bite you and turn back, right? This has always been his principle in dealing with things. As long as you don't touch the bottom line, you can do whatever you want. Just because a few people are jealous and complaining, you will be deeply intimidated. Not to mention it for a while, at least this life is too boring.

So for those people, he only regards what he says. But being able to treat it as a wind does not mean that others can also treat it as a wind, especially for someone who has a very enlightened attitude, such criticism and slander are simply intolerable.

"Wang Ke, Qin Shou, you two are shameless, and you lose all the face of me as a scholar!" Yu Ci walked quickly to the two scholars who had just muttered, pointed at two of them and shouted loudly.

A beast?

Jia Sidao, who was walking behind Zheng Hong, couldn't help but stagger when he heard Yu Ci's name calling out, and almost bumped into Zheng Hong's back who suddenly stopped when he heard Yu Ci's angrily scolding him.

How much hatred should this be to take out such a name? Jia Sidao stood still, sighing in his heart and looking at Yu Ci who was furious behind him.

He didn't expect that Yu Ci would come forward to speak for him. He originally thought that Yu Ci was just acting with him, but now it seems that it is not that simple. If Yu Ci was acting, then what he had to do at this time was to watch the wall without pulling himself into the muddy water, and directly conflicted with the group of scholars who only know how to be romantic and whineless, and it was for himself.

Since it's not acting, there seems to be only one explanation. Yu Ci is indeed sick, and he is very sick. Jia Sidao was too lazy to move to think about what Yu Ci wanted to do.

"Yu Ziwan, you are really bullying people too much. Wang and Gongming saw clearly that Jia Shixian has been teasing her with the beauty until now, and then wrote a book. Is Jia Shixian a halal layman? Looking at the past, how could Jia Shixian have such a talent? Could it be that he, Jia Shixian, had never been hit by a woman in a teasing world and was not killed? Instead, Wenquxing came to earth to possess her?

But you Yu Ziwan, at the Qionglin banquet last night, Jia Shixian pretended to let you go. Today you are willing to be his own tits and wave the flag and shout for him. I think you Yu Ziwan is truly losing all the face of my scholars. I, Wang Yu, bear the shame of being with you, a self-deprecating person."

The scholar named Wang Yucheng said, lifting up the hem of the Confucian shirt and tearing it out with all his might. He threw the short strip of cloth under Yu Ci's feet, and even without looking at Yu Ci's head tilted up to look arrogant.

"Okay! Brother Yucheng is really a role model for us, Gongming admires it! I, Qin Gongming, is also ashamed of being with Yu Ziwan and Jia Shixian." The scholar, who was called beast, applauded with high-highs with excitement, and then he followed suit and wanted to cut off his robe, but he never thought that he had not tear it apart for a long time. In the end, he had to give up and stand behind Wang Yucheng and glared at Yu Ci.

"You...you..."

Yu Ci obviously didn't expect that this scholar named Wang Yucheng was so eloquent, but this was exactly his weakness. His fair face was so angry that it was purple, but for a moment he forgot to argue.

"Brother Ziwan is calm, don't be impatient. I, Wang Yuchengxing, sit upright, what else does Ziwan have to say? As long as he, Jia Shixian, can prove that this poem was done by himself and not written by others, I, Wang Yu, wish to personally give tea to Brother Ziwan and him, Jia Shixian, and from then on, I, will hold the etiquette of disciples when I see you. How about you? You can testify for Yucheng."

Wang Yucheng was originally forced to jump over the wall by Yu Ci, so he had to choose to completely break up with Jia Sidao and Yu Ci.

After all, if Yu Ci didn't click it out directly, even if Jia Sidao heard it, it would be nothing. However, Yu Ci called out his names in front of so many scholars, Zheng Qingzhi and several Imperial College professors invited, and angrily scolded him in person. If he responded silently, then his life would be over.

What did the literati of the Song Dynasty admire most? They were proud and determined!

As a literati and a new Jinshi, he was pointed at the nose and scolded him angrily and did not dare to speak out. Who can still respect him? If he is embarrassed, how can he have a future in the future?

What's more, his name has been pointed out by Yu Ci. It is impossible to deny it at this time. Yu Ci can hear it, and others will definitely hear it more.

So, no matter what he did, when things reached this point, he had completely offended Jia Sidao and Yu Ci.

Although Wang Yucheng is not very talented, his emotional intelligence is not low, and he is not stupid.

Because this kind of writing and not writing are an unsolvable proposition. Could it be that you can even open Jia Sidao's head to see if there is such a poem in his mind? This is obviously impossible.

Since you can't read it openly, who can prove that this poem was made by Jia Sidao? Jia Sidao himself? Well, I also said that he was a ghostwriter by someone else.

So since you have offended it, it is better to offend it more thoroughly. If Jia Sidao's poems are not made by him, but by others, they are written by others.

What's more, Jia Sidao's original reputation was not good. If it was really proved at this poetry meeting that Jia Sidao's poems were written by others, then Jia Sidao, who was a poem at the Qionglin Banquet last night, was a serious crime to deceive the emperor, and whether he could live was still a question.

At that time, Wang Yucheng became famous in an instant. With a reputation, even if Jia Sidao is not dead, it would not be so easy for Yu Ci to deal with him, right?

The only thing that is worrying is that there are big bosses like Zheng Qingzhi at the Seyuan Poetry Conference. This Seyuan Poetry Conference was held by the Zheng family. Will it offend Zheng Qingzhi if it disturbs the poetry conference? It has offended two people with deep backgrounds. If they offend Zheng Qingzhi, they will definitely die.

However, so far, no one in Zheng Qingzhi or Zheng Hong came out to stop him. Wang Yucheng felt that he had touched Master Zheng's pulse. That is, Master Zheng seemed to be waiting for something.

After thinking about this, Wang Yucheng became more and more proud. Seeing that he was so shocked that he had no idea what to say, Yu Ci clasped his fists and bowed to the crowd of scholars watching the fun around him, and made a bet.

"I'm willing to be Yucheng..."

"Okay! Brother Yucheng is really generous. I, Jia Shixian, take this bet on behalf of my son, Brother Wan."
Chapter completed!