The scholars and the disciples were inexplicably sad and angry, and they neither dared to come to the door nor make trouble for each other.

So everyone secretly gathered together and took the poems and used the poems of Mr. Yu to criticize while gesturing.

But this matter will eventually be exposed. For example, Wen Zhengming told Zhang Lun about this matter now.

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Lun just laughed at this and waved his hand and ignored it.

At this time, the few people around Zhang Lun were not only his disciples Tang Bohu and Xu Jing, but also Wen Zhengming and Zhu Yunming.

In addition, there was a person sitting at the top of the first age, who was about Zhu Yunming, with a thin and long beard in a light blue cleric robe and sat with a smile.

This bearded man is a great man!

Qian Fu, Qian and Qian, were able to become a scholar at the age of seven, and later became the top scholar in Huiyuan.

It is only one square to win three yuan in a row, but it is just that the bad temper is good at drinking and it will attract criticism.

The famous song "Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows" is what he wrote.

Now the one sitting in front of Zhang Lun is Wu Zhong Junxiu. Although Zhu Yunming and Wen Zhengming's jinshi exam have not even made it.

But he still has literary talent, but he is not good at the imperial examination and eight-legged essays.

"I invite you all to come today because I have something to discuss."

As soon as Zhang Lun said, Qian Fu smiled and said, "Qilin's son wants me to do things, but he doesn't need a salary and just needs a tax!"

"Oh?!" Zhang Lun looked at Qian Fu strangely: "Mr. Hetan doesn't know what I want to do..."

Qian Fu laughed and waved his hand, "This time the huge changes from Jinling to the capital, the undercurrent is Qiliner?!"

"After fiddling with dozens of censors, he was dismissed from the clerk and investigated the posts, and more than a hundred tribute students lost all their reputations! It was a good method!"

After hearing Qian Fu's words, Zhang Lun's face remained unchanged. However, Wen Zhengming and Zhu Yunming's faces changed slightly.

But Zhang Lun waved his hand indifferently: "If the country raises scholars, it is not just a brave man to raise a country, but to be brave, and to be the one who sells straightforward people."

"The state dynasty has started a censor, and it is the king's eyes and ears to correct mistakes and pick up the remains."

Zhang Lun did not avoid Qian Fu and said directly: "Now that many of these policies have become harmful, so we should change it!"

"The Imperial College was originally a national culprit, and it was more popular. Now it has become a disaster and often quarrels in the government office..."

As he said that, Zhang Lun snorted coldly under the slightly terrified gaze of Wen Zhengming, Zhu Yunming and others: "Don't clap a few times to wake them up..."

"Are you still letting them make trouble?"

After saying this, the air in the courtyard was a little lowered, and only Qian Fu was still smiling at Zhang Lun.

He sighed with great satisfaction: "I also thought this way back then, just look at the court all over...haha!"

As he said that, Qian Fu actually sneered.

"So, I won't enter the court this time!" Zhang Lun smiled and waved his hand, "What are you going to do when you go in?"

Qian Fu seemed extremely satisfied with Zhang Lun's words and said with a smile: "It seems that Qiliner has a curse."

"It only depends on whether the sir is willing to join me in the grand event!"

Zhang Lun said that Qian Fu laughed, but saw him posing with his sleeves and taking a step back, brushing his sleeves and bowing.

"I still say the same thing, but please ask Qiliner to write a poem!"

Since others have fulfilled such a great gift, Zhang Lun will naturally not miss this etiquette.

He took a step back and bowed and said loudly: "I dare not obey orders!"

Then he stood up and walked slowly for three steps, held his head high and recited with the young man's crisp voice:

"Jiuzhou is angry and relies on the wind and thunder,

It’s a pity that thousands of horses are silenced!

I advise the heaven to shake it up again.

Reduce talents without any restrictions!”

After Zhang Lun finished chanting, the first thing he was excited about was Qian Fu.

But he saw his eyes chewing on these words carefully, and after a while, he let out a long breath of turbid air.

"Okay!!" Qian Fu looked at Zhang Lun with a burning gaze and said word by word: "Do you have a name?"

Zhang Lun smiled and spread his hands and said, "Where did you get the name you want to write when you force me to write? Then it's called 'Gengshen Miscellaneous Poems'."

"..." Qian Fu had a black line. Such a good poem, such a profound meaning, is actually such a casual name?!

Zhang Lun actually wants to say that I can’t help!

Gong Yijian didn't give this poem a special name, he just called it "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems".

What can I do, I am also desperate!

But this poem does have a profound meaning, which has a lot to do with the era in which Gong Yijian was located at that time.

That was when the country was broken in the late Qing Dynasty. He passed the imperial examination and repeatedly exposed the current shortcomings. He was so shocked that he would eventually be excluded and resigned from his post and returned to the south.

"What a 'what's so sad'! What a 'restrained talent without any restrictions'!!"

Qian Fu waved his sleeves and looked at Zhang Lun angrily and said, "This good article can be used as a wine, so I won't care about this poem with you!"

Bah~! You shameless, this is what I wrote!

Zhang Lun was indignant, although he used his ability to copy.

"Zheng Ming and Xizhe, you two don't have to think about the imperial examination."

Before Zhang Lun could react, he saw Qian Fu looking at Wen Zhengming. Zhu Yunming and the others said, "Eight-legged essays are just a trivial matter!"

But when Qian Fu smiled at the two of them, he said, "The four disciples of Qiliner have all become Jinshi."

"And I, Bo Hu, give me some advice. Wouldn't it be easy to get a Jinshi exam?!"

Seeing that Qian Fu was already helping him pull people, Zhang Lun was relieved!

Although the old guy has a bad temper, he still does things very authentically!

After hearing Qian Fu's words, it was obvious that Wen Zhengming and Zhu Yunming were already moved.

Zhang Lun immediately added another fire: "If you pass the imperial examination, you must be released from an official position. If your second brother helps me with all his heart, you should give me a favor!"

These words hit the hearts of the people. If you pass the imperial examination, don’t you have to wait for the imperial examination?!

If Zhang Lun said this, it would be much easier to release an official than to be an official!

"Dare not to serve!!"

Zhang Lun nodded with satisfaction and wanted to call Butler Xiao Zhou to buy a banquet.

But I remembered that I couldn't help but sigh in the temple. Fortunately, Qian Fu smiled and said that it was okay.

Good poems and essays can be accompanied by wine or tea. Please see you if you have a lot of good tea here!

Having said this, Zhang Lun naturally had to write another poem.

Thinking of the scholars outside the sect, the sirens whine, Zhang Lun curled his lips and asked Tang Bohu to grind the ink.

Xu Jing skillfully spread the paper, and Zhang Lun walked to the table and pondered for a while.

"One eye must be based on one's own initiative, and all the art gardens are full of yellow.

Dwarves never saw them watching the show, they always tell their shortcomings."

After writing, he laughed and put down his pen and let Tang Bohu stick it outside the gate.

Qian Fu looked at the poem quite interesting, so he asked, "Where is this poem?! Don't tell me that it has no name."

"Ah~! That's called "On Poetry"!" Zhang Lun waved his hand casually.

This casual appearance made money and blessings a black thread. This kid is full of knowledge but he is a casual person.

Zhang Lun looked innocent: I am really wronged! This poem is called "On Poetry" by Zhao Oubei!

"I don't know what Qiliner is going to recruit us, but we are going to do?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Zhu Yunming quickly stood up and changed the topic.

But when Zhang Lun and Qian Fu heard this, they looked at each other and smiled silently and expressed their tacit understanding.

"Curror to the Sixth Division!" Qian Fu looked at Zhang Lun with a smile, but said to Zhu Yunming.

Zhu Yunming couldn't help but turn pale when he heard this, and Wen Zhengming couldn't help but tremble.

"Call the master!" Zhang Lun curled his lips. The situation is too small! Dear! Just scolding Liudu for being a big shot.

Wen Zhengming's eyelids were beating, thinking in his heart whether he was going to quit or run away.

"Curror to the court!" Qian Fu raised his eyebrows, very dissatisfied.

Damn it! Labor and capital were in the capital back then, so who wouldn’t scold him?! Can we still be afraid?!

Zhu Yunming and Wen Zhengming heard this and then said something, "Pu" and were so scared that they sat on the ground.

Mom...I want to go home, I want to find my mom! It's too dangerous outside, I want to go home...
To be continued...