Chapter 93： No poems in the audience!

"The title of this poem is "Will enter the wine"! Sorry, everyone, Lu Zheng cheated again, just let everyone have fun!" 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-five-year-old boy, but in everyone's eyes, it was completely different from before. Until this time, most people are still immersed in the artistic conception of "Jiangjinjiu".

Lu Zheng once again boarded the poem stand. He looked at Chen Gui and said, "Brother Chen Gui, do you still have poems?"

Chen Gui was speechless. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I don't have any more poems!"

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

Zhang Haoran stared at Lu Zheng, his towering Adam's apple wriggling strangely, and his heart was completely ashes at this time. There is indeed a poem in his hand, and this poem is his proud work, but when Lu Zheng's "Jiang Jinjiu" came out, what was this poem in his hand?

"I... I don't have any poems!"

After Zhang Haoran said these words, as if exhausting all the strength of his body, he finally lowered his head, and his whole body was completely decadent.

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

Lu Zheng looked at other people again, and all the talents around the poetry stand who were in contact with him all stepped back, one by one, "I...I don't have any poems!"

Lu Zheng carried his hands on his back, cast his eyes into the distance, and said loudly, "Who still has poems?"

The audience was silent, and no one dared to stand up. Before "Jiangjinjiu", many people were eager to try. Everyone was eager to be the first to be the first to board the poetry banquet. Now, "Jianjinjiu" is out, There is no poem in the audience. At this moment, who can question Lu Zheng's poetic talent?

Sun Yibo's face was pale, and the situation in front of him was far beyond his expectation. The reason why he made the title "Wine" had a clear purpose and was to help Zhang Haoran.

He thinks he is smart, he thinks he can do it, but in the face of truly powerful strength, Zhang Haoran's meticulous preparation and careful consideration of the so-called masterpieces did not even have the courage to show them. This is crushing!

Compared with Sun Yibo, Luo Guancai is now at the other extreme. He squinted at Sun Yibo, who was like a concubine beside him, and felt very comfortable.

Does the surname Sun have today? Climbing up to the Zhang family by himself, the face is gone, what is the result? Stealing chickens does not result in the loss of rice, taking its own humiliation, and throwing it at home. From now on, it has become the laughing stock of the Yangzhou academic circle.

Luo Guancai was in a comfortable mood, and the more he looked at Lu Zheng, the more pleasing his eyes were. He was a little bit regretful just now. He felt that he had quit his post as Master of Guanshan Academy too hasty, and now all his regrets disappeared.

Without Guanshan Academy, Luo Guan only accepted apprentices like Lu Zheng, and Gan Minger opened a private school in his own home, afraid that no students would come?

Luo Guancai's livelihood is settled, he has food in his hand, and he doesn't panic in his heart. If he tries to figure it out, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a full-time job. Moreover, Luo Guan feels that he can go to Beijing for another test. This time the turnaround, he has come to run from time to time!

Luo Guancai saw Lu Zheng’s power and prestige. He and Lu Zheng were mentors and apprentices, both prosperous and ruined. He also felt extremely proud in his heart. Seeing that no one in the audience dared to answer Lu Zheng’s words, he turned his head to look at Sun Yibo:

"Brother Sun, do you have poems?"

Sun Yibo's pale face instantly turned red. He knew that Luo Guan was deliberately humiliating him, but where could he have poems? This poem "Jiang Jinjiu" by Lu Zheng is absolutely perfect. With this poem, all other poems have no existential value.

"Too much deception!" Where did Sun Yibo suffer such humiliation. He looked at Luo Guancai angrily. He wanted to turn back and ask sarcastically: "Brother Luo, do you have poems?"

However, if Luo Guancai said: "I don't have poems, but my disciples have poems!", how should Sun Yibo answer? After so many years in Guanshan Academy, Sun Yibo was only one of the winners. Now he has finally tasted the taste of being bullied and humiliated. It is very bitter...

"Liar, Lu Zheng is a big liar, he clearly has a talent for poetry, why said he can't write essays and poems?" Zhang Baoyi suddenly said loudly in the side hall.

Under normal circumstances, the female family members in the side hall can't hear everyone in the courtyard and main hall outside.

But now the audience is silent, and Zhang Baoyi is really too excited. She can't accept the result before her. It's normal for the female classmates to have poor emotional control.

It's just that when she said something, everyone heard it all, but she said what many people wanted to say. Now Zhang Haoran wanted to say this, and Chen Gui wanted to say it 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 at the Zhishui Cultural Society, and it is also true at the Zhang Family Banquet. Isn’t this digging a hole for everyone?

I have seen people who cheat people, and I have never seen people like Lu Zheng. How can Lu Zheng have to explain to everyone!

Gui Liang had already beaten his chest countless times, and now he heard the words from the side hall, and finally felt that he should say something.

If you 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 he thought of this, he said:

"Lu Zheng, can you hear the words of the female relatives in the side hall? Why are you so hypocritical? You know how to write poems, but you claim that you are not good at writing poems and essays?"

Lu Zheng looked at Gui Liang with his eyes and felt very helpless. No one believes in telling the truth these days. Lu Zheng really doesn't know how to write poems. He cheats and all his poems are copied.

But can he say that in this situation? If he were to tell the truth with Gui Liang, probably everyone would only think that Lu Zheng was ironicing Gui Liang, right?

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

Such a giant, not to mention that Lu Zheng can't easily offend him, even today he is unwilling to provoke such celebrities. As soon as he thought of this, Lu Zheng's expression became very serious, and he said seriously:

"Master Gui, I think that people who read books should give top priority to contemporary literature. Whether it's a literary society or a poetry society, it's just a competition for fame. To put it bluntly, it's just a trick for scholars.

The scholars of my generation should be full of poems and books, and then the Houchan Palace won the laurels and climbed to the Jinluan Hall to relieve the worries of the emperor and benefit the people. The so-called worries and worries in the world, and happiness and joy in the world...

Time is like an arrow, and the deceased is like this. How can you waste time in the painting and wine shop? The student is only fourteen or five years old, and he is too famous. Tao Taoran thinks he can't do it. For the rest of his life, the disciple is afraid of being different from Zhong Yong? "

After Lu Zheng said these words, the expressions of Gui Liang and Nie Yong changed drastically, and the surrounding talents and masters also changed their colors. For a while, everyone bowed their heads and felt ashamed in their hearts.

Lu Zheng's words were indeed what he thought in his mind. Lu Zheng's purpose of studying is to be an official in the imperial examination. In Lu Zheng's view, poetry and songs are all a waste of time. Lu Zheng really does not want to waste time on those useless things.

Of course, some of these words are also nonsense by Lu Zheng. Scholars' blog names are necessary, and Lu Zheng must also blog, and the bigger the reputation, the better. This year, the scholar's name is the first.

Entering the dynasty to be an official, scientific research is a road, and recruiting sages is also a road. The emperor is ruled by an arch. The bigger the name of a scholar, the more chances he has to enter the sight of the court and the emperor. Therefore, throughout the ages, a scholar who can truly be indifferent to fame and fortune Is extremely rare.

And it is precisely this kind of rareness that makes those hermits who are indifferent to fame and fortune and plant flowers and bamboos are envied. Everyone hopes that they can serve the court and be appreciated by the emperor. On the other hand, in the minds of scholars, they all admire the pastoral world and the transcendence of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan".

This kind of contradiction is not only true of ancient people, but also of modern people. On the one hand, modern people are chasing the city and working hard to make money in the city. On the other hand, they envy the country and often talk about buying a few in a certain country. Homesteads, building a few houses, of course, in the Dakang Dynasty, scholars' respect for indifferent fame and fortune far exceeded the ideological realm of modern people wishing to live in rural farmhouses.

Lu Zheng is now standing at the commanding heights of morality. Gui Liang was dumbfounded when he said these words, impeccable. He had imagined Lu Zheng's possible answer, but he never expected Lu Zheng's answer. It shakes him like this and makes him ashamed.

"Master Yan has such sharp eyesight, this son is indeed not a thing in the pool, and the future is limitless!" Gui Liang secretly said in his heart, and he thought of Zhang Chengdong again in his mind:

"Although Chengdong is dedicated to business, his talents and knowledge are not inferior to those of today's celebrities. I, Gui Liangkong, is known as a great Confucian, and it seems to be inferior to Chengdong!"

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

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

Lu Zheng’s words are impeccable. No matter how excited Zhang Baoyi is, he still can’t think of anything else to complain about. Everyone has only one idea, that is, why Lu Zheng is so good at reading, writing, and writing poetry. Since the communication, this is really incredible.

Look at the current Lu Zheng, standing in the crowd like a star holding the moon. Can the huge high walls and yard of Zhangjia in Yangzhou be able to restrain him?

"Everything is fate! People are fate!" Mother Zhang, the ancestor, murmured. She was talking alone. This is what she often said, but what she said today is different from before.

Lu Zheng is **** his life, it's not that the Zhang family can do whatever they want with Lu Zheng...