Yang Minglian took the manuscript paper from Zhu Kuang with great interest.

Shao Zhenkang, Song Zhenqing and others were staring at Yang Minglian, trying to see something from his expression.

They are just as curious, curious about what kind of poem Zhu Kuang can write.

After seeing Zhu Kuang's poems, Yang Minglian's smile gradually faded and became a little more solemn.

The people around him staring at him couldn't help but be curious. It's just a poem. Good is good, bad is bad. Why does the expression become so heavy?

"Can you read the poems of Lord Zhu to us?" In the end, Shao Zhenkang couldn't help it and spoke.

"But!" Yang Minglian nodded and looked at Zhu Kuang again.

This time, his eyes were different when he looked at Zhu Kuang.

""Autumn Look" The Yellow River water surrounds the walls of the Han Palace, and the autumn wind and geese are roaming on the river. The guest crosses the trench and chases wild horses, and the general holds arrows and shoots the sky wolf. The ancient ferry of the yellow dust is so stunning, and the white moon crosses the cold battlefield.

I heard that Shuofang is very brave and capable, but who is Guo Fenyang today?"

After reading this poem, not only Yang Minglian's face was solemn, but also the others who heard it also had a little more solemn on his face. Unexpectedly, Zhu Kuang wrote such a heavy and slightly sad poem in such a good autumn day.

Although the Ming Dynasty has been relatively stable over the years, the wars on the border have never stopped. Even in the northwest border, there are constant wars of all sizes.

"I wish you a broad mind and worry about the country and the people." Yang Minglian put the heavy trial draft in his hand on the desk and said.

"My lord praised it, but the official is just a moment of emotion!"

I wish you awesome!

This poem was not written by him, but by Li Mengyang, a native of the Ming Dynasty. He just borrowed it and used it once. However, he was considered a plagiarism. Moreover, after thousands of generations, should the author of this poem be replaced by his Zhukuan in history?

Shao Zhenkang and others looked at Zhu Kuang, but they looked at him a little. When will Zhu Kuang be able to write such a exquisite poem?

Even Zhu Kuang's teacher Mr. Li was very confused. He didn't know much about this student, but from his only understanding, he knew that he was really not good at poetry and prose.

Could it be that I feel this way because I became an official and I think differently?

That's true for people, and their thoughts will change with the change of identity and status.

"Is this poem really written by Lord Meng? Isn't it prepared before?" Shao Zhenkang said hesitantly.

Zhu Kuang is also a scholar. If he thought about it carefully, it would not be surprising to write such a poem, but he found it unbelievable that he could do it overnight.

"Teaching Yu was joking. Could it be that you told me what topic of poetry to write today?" Zhu Kuang said with a smile.

He did not write this poem by himself, but the original author of this poem has not been born yet. Even if he plagiarized it, who knows?

Left and right, this poem has never appeared in the Ming Dynasty.

Shao Zhenkang choked, and he did not tell Zhu Kuang what topic to write today. However, Zhu Kuang had such a fast time, even when everyone was still thinking, it always made people feel strange to write such a poem.

"I heard that I wish you very smart, but I can't say that. I guessed it in advance, and it's unknown whether you have prepared one or two poems!" Song Zhenqing said in a singular manner.

Zhu Kuang asked with a smile: "Is there any doubt about the morality of his college students?"

OK, this time I'm slapping myself.

Only then did Song Zhenqing think that he doubted Zhu Kuang's character, that was to question the character of the students taught in their entire academy.

"Of course I don't have this intention!" He could only distinguish this sentence awkwardly, but it seemed so pale and powerless.

Why didn't he expect that although Lord Zhu did not follow the imperial examination, he was also an official in the court. Lord Zhu was highly valued, which is also an excellent thing for their academy?

I regret it, I really regret it, but I regret it now, is it still too late?

Zhu Kuang ignored it and just smiled and said to Yang Minglian: "The official acted on a whim, so please give me advice."

Yang Minglian naturally said to Zhu Kuang that he would praise Zhu Kuang. But his praise was reasonable and well-founded, even if Shao Zhenkang felt uncomfortable when he heard it, he had to admit it.

When other students listened to Zhu Kuang’s poems, they thought about their own thoughts, and they felt that they could not compare with them. They felt ashamed of themselves.

The original plan was to embarrass Zhu Kuang, but who knew that in the end it was Shao Zhenkang, who was embarrassed, almost vomited an old blood. However, what made him even more depressed was that Song Zhenqing seemed to be rebellious. In addition to targeting Zhu Kuang at the beginning, he was praising Zhu Kuang later.

He couldn't accept losing his allies!

Fortunately, what can comfort him now is that on the side of the female family, Zhu Kuang's sister is destined to be embarrassed.

What kind of family is the Zhu family? It is not easy to offer Zhu Kuang to study. The daughter of the Zhu family must have never studied. Today, he asked his wife to specially invite girls from a scholarly family, who are more or less knowledgeable about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. How could the chef of the Zhu family get a bargain?

However, soon, the news was obtained that the future princess Zhu was the one who took the lead on the women's side.

Shao Zhenkang's face was already ugly, but at this time it was covered with clouds.

He asked, "You heard it wrong?"

"I heard right when I say that to the master, it was said by the little maid next to my wife. I wish the painting and dance were wonderful." The servant said with a smile.

Obviously, this servant didn't know what Shao Zhenkang thought, and he just thought that Zhu Yingniang was the future princess. The master's plan to win the first prize this time.

Just as Shao Zhenkang was about to continue asking questions, he suddenly heard Zhu Kuang's voice.

"Teaching Yu was surprised?"

"No, I wish you too much."

"Is this adult thinking too much or that Teacher Shao thought too much? The teacher knew it clearly." Zhu Kuang's tone was still light: "People often say that there is no good banquet. I understand this principle. The reason I came here today is just to make Teacher give up!"

Teaching Yu Shao was so angry that Zhu Kuang said that, but what Zhu Kuang said was the truth.

"I have no grudges with the teacher, but I don't know why the teacher must act on his own? Just for me to let those who can't afford to read in the past?"

"People in this world should have their own ranks and inferiority. Those who are partially born should act on their own and let those lowly and humble people study. How can I sit back and ignore them?"

"Oh? Low and humble? Do you know how the teaching defining noble and humble?"

"Everything is inferior to reading!"

"But I told the emperor that the foundation of the world is farming, but I don't know if the teachings want to resist the order?"

I must have worn a big hat like this, and Zhu Kuang didn't care whether the person in front of me could afford to wear this hat.
Chapter completed!