Jianyang Kaoting Biyeye.
Chen Shengzhi threw a page of paper on the case and reprimanded: "I was almost deceived by this guy. He thought that he could write such a poem at the age of thirteen, so he was the best in the world. It turned out that he was really a deceiver and a thief."
Zhou Xue Li Xuezheng waved his hands to indicate to retreat.
Li Xuezheng said to Chen Shengzhi: "Don't be angry, Mr. Chen. We are about to leave for Beijing. It's not worth getting angry over such trivial matters."
Chen Shengzhi turned around and said, "Fortunately, your people in Jianzhou were thoughtful enough to send this son's poem, otherwise it would have been really self-defeating. What kind of crooked poem is this?"
What was written on the piece of paper in front of Chen Shengzhi was Zhang Yue's "Prodigy Poem".
Li Xuezheng said: "What Chen Gong said is very true. The students have read the three-character poem these days and pondered it carefully. Except for this sentence, 'If jade is not polished, it will not become a tool, and if people do not learn, they will not know the meaning.' It was completely copied into this Five Dynasties book There is no trace of excerpting or copying from the "Zutangji" published at that time."
"Besides, these three-character poems have simple writing, but they are also short and harmonious. For example, the preface rhyme, Gusu rhyme, Jiangyang rhyme, Yiqi rhyme, and Renchen rhyme can all be called Gongyuyong rhyme, which is no coincidence. . Not even a student who can’t rhyme can write it.”
"What's more, this boy even admitted to the Pucheng County Magistrate in person that he could not compose poetry."
Chen Shengzhi looked at the paper on the table and said: "Yes, although there are some inconsistencies in such a child prodigy's poem, when it comes to format, even a beginning boy would not be able to write it like this. The three-character poem was definitely not written by this boy. Originally I also wanted to give this son a fame and wealth, but now that I think about it, I'm glad I didn't say that."
Li Xuezheng thought for a while and said tentatively: "Mr. Chen, my nephew is outstanding in learning and poetry, and his talent in poetry is unparalleled among the younger generation. Now he is going to Beijing with Mr. Chen. It is the time when he needs to make a name for himself in Beijing. Why not..."
Chen Shengzhi waved his hand and said, "Hey, how could I do such an incompetent thing?"
Li Xuezheng took a step back and said quickly: "I have spoken nonsense, please forgive me Mr. Chen."
Chen Shengzhi looked out the window and stroked his beard and said, "Do you know who wrote this poem?"
Li Xuezheng said: "If Mr. Chen wants to know, he will find out after arresting this boy and asking him. Although he is a student of the county school, he dare not not answer when Mr. Chen asks."
Chen Shengzhi said: "How can you force a boy like this? But I really want to know who is behind this three-character poem."
Li Xuezheng smiled and said: "I can't say for sure which idle cloud Yehe, a man of unintentional fame and fame did it. This guy heard about it. It's really difficult to find it now."
Chen Shengzhi laughed and said, "Maybe that's true."
Chen Shengzhi said: "Do you know how Jiefu commented on this three-character poem when I wrote it to him?"
Li Xuezheng said with a smile: "This is embarrassing for the lower officials. Wang Zhizhou is recognized as a Confucian scholar in the world. He always has his eyes high, and ordinary words may be difficult to read."
Chen Shengzhi smiled and said: "Jiefu is certainly knowledgeable and well-informed, but he cannot keep his promise and cannot do it consistently. However, although Jiefu says he loves to learn, he is resolute and strong, and he has always been easy-going and unwilling to accept others. It is true."
"What about this three-character poem?" Li Xuezheng couldn't help but ask.
Chen Shengzhi said: "He didn't say, he just asked me repeatedly who wrote this poem. He said that he asked an old friend in Jianzhou that there was no one in Jianzhou who could rule the Meng Dynasty."
Li Xuezheng asked: "Is this old friend Wang Zhizhou Zhang Wangzhi?"
Chen Shengzhi nodded and said: "Back then, Zhang Youzhi and Li Xujiang and Li Gou were at odds. Li Gou wrote a letter to Zhang Youzhi to ridicule him, and Zhang Wangzhi also wrote a letter to Li Gou. Both sides learned from Meng Feimeng and each had their own opinions."
"This incident affected many Confucian scholars. A student in Li Xujiang named Zeng Gong and Zeng Zigu was also involved in the scolding war and went to Jianyang to debate the scriptures. Jiefu was a good friend of Zeng Zigu, so he didn't know how he met Zhang Wangzhi. . The two of them studied under Meng together, and of course they had a lot to say, and they became friends from then on."
Li Xuezheng said: "Zhang Wangzhi has a good relationship with Ouyang Gong, who knows the tribute. His nickname is Ouyang Gong. It is reasonable for Wang Zhizhou and Zhang Wangzhi to be friends with each other."
Chen Shengzhi said: "But when Jiefu can go beyond me and ask Zhang Wangzhi personally, I think he will be moved by this poem."
Li Xuezheng said: "As expected by Mr. Chen, since Wang Zhizhou is a master in governing Meng, he must be very happy to see this poem."
Chen Shengzhi sighed: "I'm so happy to see Hunter Xin, but now what do you want me to answer?"
"This," Li Xuezheng didn't know how to say it for a moment, "this subordinate is not doing things well."
After saying a few more words, Li Xuezheng resigned immediately, and Chen Shengzhi thought about it. Although Chen Shengzhi didn't say anything just now, he knew how to do it, at least using some means. He expected that he would learn to be a good student in a state school and use some means to make a county school student speak up and feel comfortable.
You don't need to take action on this matter yourself, you just need to write a letter to the assistant teacher in Pucheng.
Just as he walked to the door, he saw his servant standing there with an anxious look on his face and saying a few words to him.
Li Xuezheng's expression changed upon hearing this, and he immediately returned to the Chen Mansion to notify Chen Shengzhi.
Li Xuezheng was allowed to come to the hall in person, but saw Chen Shengzhi reading history.
Without raising his head, he asked: "Why did Li Xuezheng leave and come back?"
Li Xuezheng bowed, walked up to Chen Shengzhi and whispered: "Mr. Chen, the second son of the Zhang family is now a Jinshi."
"What?" Chen Shengzhi raised his head, put down the book and said slowly, "I have heard about this chapter that Erlang Jun is not a thing in the pool, but I still didn't expect it to be so amazing. He won the Jinshi at a young age. It's too late. One step and you miss it.”
Li Xuezheng said: "Mr. Chen, I will only guess if this poem was written by Zhang Erlangjun?"
Chen Shengzhi glanced at Li Xuezheng and said: "That's quite a bit. Then everything makes sense. It's a pity, it's a pity."
"If this is really the case, I will introduce Mr. Zhang Erlang to Wang Jiefu," Chen Shengzhi thought again, "I will go to Beijing to ask him face to face."
Li Xuezheng said quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, my subordinates will investigate this matter clearly before entering Beijing."
Afterwards, Chen Shengzhi shook his head, and Li Xuezheng left in some embarrassment.
This matter really made him passive. This three-character poem was originally dedicated to Chen Shengzhi. As a result, this poem attracted attention. Wang Anshi, the magistrate of Changzhou, asked Chen Shengzhi about the author of this poem. He still did not know who wrote this poem.
Chen Sheng's embarrassment is due to his incompetence. He also begged Chen Shengzhi to take care of him in the officialdom, but now Chen Shengzhi was about to enter the capital. If he didn't handle this matter well, he would have no chance in the future.
If Zhang Erlang didn't succeed in becoming a Jinshi, he still had some tricks to make Zhang Yue speak. First, he was admitted to the state school. This boy was born in a poor family and would definitely not refuse. As long as he entered the state school, he would not be allowed to do whatever he wanted in the future.
But now even if he enters the state school, no matter what, for Zhang Erlang, a twenty-year-old Jinshi, Li Xuezheng is using all these methods to avoid the enemy.
What should he do?
Should he ask Zhang Yue to tell the truth? I have no choice but to be hard, so I have to be soft.
This time I really shot myself in the foot.
Now Li Xuezheng is looking up at the sky, silent and speechless.
