Li Lanting's surprise came from what Zhang Xun said to him before. He once said that Ye Huangchao met a talented scholar in the center of the lake. After reading a sentence that made him applaud, "Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat is a raincoat and rain will last forever." He also said that in the future, he must promote him. If he is willing to enter the court, he will pave a way for him. The southern Jin Dynasty of Bianliang has a great river and mountains, and there are fewer young people with strong backbone. There are more flatterers in the temple.

He wanted to stand up and rectify the court for the emperor of the Jin family, even if the ending was like the first five national pillars who died in the main hall.

He also wants to be the sixth pillar of the great power who died with direct advice.

Before leaving, I asked Zhang Xun to tell him a few words, every word was Jizhu.

"Put the way for scholars in the world, I hope everyone can manage the world and save the country, I hope everyone can establish a temple without being ashamed of the sages and saints, I hope the backbone of scholars can be upright and not bend, and Ye Huangchao will die without complaints."

Ye Huangchao was like a benefactor to Li Lanting. If he had not been a Privy Councilor, he had argued in front of the late emperor, he would have probably fallen to the ground and ended up being in a different place. Therefore, when he heard Chen Zhongqing recite these words, he looked shocked.

Could it be that the young young man Ye Huangchao was talking about that day, Chen Zhongqing in front of him?

Li Lanting sighed a little, how many secrets do the nephew who stood in front of him have to let go, and what others have to know?

Wei Nanlu next to him just thought this sentence was wonderful, but he didn't expect that it would have a deeper meaning for Li Lanting. It was Ye Huangchao's last advice, and he wanted to raise a flag for the young young man in the temple.

That is the backbone of scholars and the righteous spirit that a poor family descends from the poor.

Li Lanting brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wanted him to write these poems on white rice paper. Chen Zhongqing was not polite, so he took the wolf's hair and began to outline and portray them word by word on the rice paper.

Wei Nanlu stood beside him, followed Chen Zhongqing's writing and chanted it in a low voice.

"Don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat will last for the rest of your life."

As soon as the first stanza came out, a grand and heroic feeling came naturally from the white rice paper, just like a picture of a cold and rain returning home.

Misty rain will last forever.

Wei Nanlu remembered the hard study after more than ten years and now climbed to the position of the prefect of Hangzhou. The bitter cold of these years is like a raincoat, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north.

Wei Nanlu couldn't wait to stare at the pen tip and look down.

"The chilly spring breeze sobers up, and the hills are slightly cold, but they are shining on the side. Looking back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine when you go back."

As soon as the next stanza comes out, he is full of courage. Even if Wei Nanlu, who thinks his literary talent, has no wind and rain or sunshine in this sentence, he can only accept the words of everyone's writing, and it is hard to bear it.

He raised his head and looked at what kind of life this young man, who was only in his early twenties, had experienced to write such a broad artistic conception.

When the poems and songs were first completed, Li Lanting couldn't wait to pick up the rice paper, recited it silently, and finally turned around and sighed, "Has my nephew ever met a fortune teller in Huxin Pavilion?"

Chen Zhongqing was stunned. He didn't know why Li Lanting knew about this, so he nodded and said, "I have indeed met such an old man, and I didn't pay much attention at that time. What's wrong? Uncle Lanting?"

Li Lanting patted his shoulder earnestly. Some things cannot be explained clearly in front of outsiders, not to mention that the hearts of the officialdom are complicated. Even if Wei Nanlu is his disciple, even Li Lanting, who is as clear as a mirror, could not see through the sinisterness of the hearts of people. In the end, he could only give Chen Zhongqing a look.

He nodded and soon understood what Li Lanting meant. He knew that his uncle didn't want to say something in front of outsiders. He then realized that he was not suitable for staying here, so he stood up and said goodbye to Li Lanting and Wei Nanlu.

Wei Nanlu also stood up and politely spoke a few times, and looked at Li Lanting, the nephew. It is rare for young and talented youngsters to be seen. It just so happened that the prefect of Hangzhou also lacked the youngsters with clear words. Why didn't they go with the flow and do personal favors? Both sides were happy.

After Chen Zhongqing left, Wei Nanlu said what he hadn't said just now.

"Mr. Li Lanting, your nephew... has extraordinary literary talent, but this casual song "Ding Fengbo" is probably the literati and scholars in Hangzhou who are all over the city should not be calm. First, an unknown Sanding Armor came, and now another Chen Zhongqing came, which is to make them unable to raise their heads."

Staring at Chen Zhongqing's back as he left, Wei Nanlu couldn't help but love talent. He no longer had the politeness in his mouth, but really wanted this scholar. He turned his head to petition Li Lanting behind him and said, "If you don't mind, your nephew can work in Hangzhou Prefecture. There is a position of an aide in the mansion, and I will never treat him badly."

Li Lanting turned around and shook his head again.

Of course, Wei Nanlu didn't want to give up. He gritted his teeth, increased his bargaining chips, and continued, "It's okay to recommend it. You can get a position in the mansion. I can operate and handle it up and down."

Agent, post?

Li Lanting looked indifferent, as if he was watching a joke. You deserve to give these insignificant little favors? Don’t you think about whether their Chen family would like to them? If the current situation of his friend Chen Anzhi rising to the top in the court, one was the Secretary of the Shangshu Zuo Pushe, and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, except for Prime Minister Fan Xiwen and the powerful Huang Diao Temple, others would not take it seriously at all.

He silently put away the "Ding Fengbo" on the table, but what he was thinking was other things, leaving Wei Nanlu awkwardly. The prefect felt that he was being looked down upon, so he couldn't help but cough gently, reminding Li Lanting that he was still here.

"Lord Lanting, his staff and post-employment are already a rare opportunity for an ordinary scholar. If he is unwilling to take the imperial examination, it is also an opportunity to enter the official career."

After pausing for a moment, Li Lanting became a little impatient. He finally slowly spoke, "Mr. Nanlu, do you know who your nephew is in the next life before you get under your crotch?"

Wei Nanlu was stunned for a moment and realized that he had been wishful thinking so far, and he had never thought about the other party's identity. Then he asked hesitantly, "Isn't he your nephew?"

Then Wei Nanlu seemed to have thought of something, slapped her thigh and said in surprise, "Someone has said before that the first person in the Ci Jing Club is... Could it be that Chen Zhongqing, the nephew of Lord Lanting, is the talented man who has won three armors?"

Li Lanting felt a little ridiculous. The lyrics and reviews are just a show of Hangzhou literati and scholars. The real talent that is practical and practical does not need to be deliberately made famous in this way.

Just as others were forced to write at the lyrics and review meeting, scholars in Hangzhou could not see their talents and knowledge.

A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move.

"You may not believe it. The three tripod armors of the Ci Jing Club are just icing on the cake. Zhongqing's nephew is just a graffiti, and he doesn't bother to compare them seriously with the literati and scholars all over Hangzhou. He will be a pillar of the country in the future. Because you don't know, there is a major minister in the court who has taken his talent behind him..."
Chapter completed!