"What kind of illegitimate child? He is not one of them!"
Li Wenbo was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He immediately became furious and said with a blushing face: "As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes. Can Dean Zheng give birth to an illegitimate son like me? Dream on him!"
"If he's not an illegitimate child, then why do you want to be his book boy for the rest of your life? You're mentally ill!"
Zhang Dong also admired Li Wenbo's talent very much and cursed that iron cannot be made into steel.
Dua
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Li Wenbo slapped the table and said with red eyes: "Why? Just because he has the qualifications of a sub-sage!"
"Only by him did he compose two monumental poems!"
"That's why he composed the poem on the plaque!"
"Just because of his talent, his wonderful writing skills, and his articles are better than Chen Haoran's evil way!"
"Just because of his connection with each other, the love moved the heaven and earth, and his grief brought back the heroic souls..."
belch!
Li Wenbo finished these words in one breath. He was so excited that he staggered down on the chair as he was drunk.
"Ah! This..."
"this……"
Zhang Dong was stunned, looking at Li Wenbo blankly, his body trembling slightly.
A few days ago, there was indeed a vision born in Jinzhou, and a Wen Dao Tianyin appeared.
He also asked Mr. Zhou Mu if there was any great Confucian living in seclusion in Jinzhou.
did not expect……
But it was the boy who was in the Ninth Stage Acupoint Realm.
"Wenbo, don't lie to me... hmm? Are you asleep?"
Zhang Dong came to his senses and planned to ask clearly, but Li Wenbo burped and fell asleep.
Zhang Dong shook his head and muttered: "This guy still hasn't gotten rid of his habit of drinking and bragging!"
…
A restaurant in a government office in Lindong County.
Pu Guochang of Qingping Academy was sipping tea, and the sweet-looking talented woman behind him was squeezing his shoulders.
The handsome young man sat across from him.
"Master, that evil spirit is hiding now, I'm afraid he doesn't dare to come out!"
A murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the handsome young man, and he said: "But the disciple has asked the junior brothers to investigate one by one in Nancheng. If they find that guy Chen Zhongzhao, they will definitely capture him alive!"
"good!"
There was a cold light in Pu Guochang's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I'm going to rip out his heart and sacrifice my adopted son Pu Guo's soul in heaven!"
Snapped!
The tea cup in Park Guochang's hand was crushed directly, and Park Guochang's body was filled with murderous intent.
"Disciple, go and supervise it yourself now!"
The young man stood up, bowed his fists, and then retreated.
When Park Guochang saw the young man leaving, he held down the woman behind him who was squeezing her shoulder.
Feeling the gentle trembling of the delicate body behind him, a hint of desire appeared in Pu Guochang's eyes.
"Master...disciple!"
"ah……"
Park Guochang turned around, picked up the woman, threw her directly on the bed, and began to undress roughly.
The young man who left the room heard the sound of the rocking bed upstairs and sneered: "This old guy really knows how to play! No wonder he taught someone like Pu Guo... There are so many junior sisters in the academy who don't go to the academy, but they like to play with other people's wives. Now it’s time to hit the iron plate!”
…
The young man who left the restaurant appeared in a house in Lindong County.
"Senior Brother Qian!"
"Senior Brother Qingshu!"
As soon as Qian Qingshu entered the house, several young men wearing white Confucian shirts came out.
"How's it going? Is there any news about Chen Zhongzhao?" Qian Qingshu asked.
"Not yet. Brothers are checking each yard. There should be clues soon!"
A bachelor spoke.
Qian Qingshu nodded and said, "Remember, Master Pu will live!"
"yes!"
The bachelor clasped his fists, then seemed to think of something, and asked: "By the way, Senior Brother Qingshu, the two buddies from Pingzhou Academy are dead. Have they sent anyone from the academy?"
Qian Qingshu sneered and said: "Who can be sent to a low-class academy like Pingzhou Academy? One is a ninth-grade one, and the other is a seventh-grade one!"
"These two brothers are also miserable. In order to switch to our Qingping Academy, they went to work as Pu Guo's book boy. Now they have ruined their wife and lost their life!"
The maester sneered.
"Those losers!"
Qian Qingshu smiled and then ordered: "Follow up and tell them to stop messing around. This guy is not easy to mess with. If something happens, don't blame the academy for not recognizing anyone!"
"yes!"
Several bachelors clasped their fists and accepted the order, then left the house.
…
In the backyard of the Lindong County Government Office, Lin Yi stayed up late at night to read.
"Studying can indeed increase your talents, but it is very limited, and it is not upright and upright!"
Lin Yi put down his books, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and murmured in a low voice: "Is it true that only by reading poems and articles from previous lives can awe-inspiring righteousness be born?"
Think about this.
"Wenbo! Yanmo..."
As soon as Lin Yi spoke, he remembered that Li Wenbo was already drunk and sleeping soundly in the next room.
He shook his head with a wry smile, and then studied the ink himself.
"In the Book of Songs, the poem "Guan Ju" is the one I remember most deeply! Try it?"
Lin Yi picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the River Island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight..."
Lin is also immersed in this state, where the talents of heaven and earth are condensed on the tip of his pen and integrated into the poems on the rice paper.
A faint golden light shines from the font.
Soon, Lin Yi discovered that the talent in his body began to transform into golden righteousness.
"As expected!"
Lin Yi thought to himself.
After finishing writing, Lin Yi discovered that there were signs of talent coming out of the poem "Guan Ju".
He quickly put the poems away.
To receive is to seal.
Under normal circumstances, poems and articles do not appear in the world and basically do not cause literary abnormalities.
Only when it unfolds will the vision appear and the talent gain weight.
"Without the Eighth Grade Li Ming, I can't absorb the talent contained in Guan Ju. For the time being, I'll treat it as a calligraphy treasure, lest I encounter a demon and be unable to resist it!"
The reason why Lin Yi thought of writing poetry was not just a whim.
One is to gather Haoran’s righteousness.
The second is to make calligraphy treasures.
If it weren't for the overwhelming talent within me, I wouldn't be able to continue writing poetry and articles.
Otherwise, he would have to make several sets of calligraphy treasures to kill the enemy at a critical moment!
…
The next morning.
Boom!
Boom!
When it was still dark, the dull sound of drums suddenly sounded in the county government office.
Lin Yi suddenly sat up from the bed, a look of shock appeared in his eyes, and whispered: "Some people are beating drums to complain, and there are scholars who bully ordinary people and use words to disrupt the law!"
Lin has also read books. From the beginning of the founding of the country, Dayan established prefectures, counties and yamen all over the country.
At the same time, in order to prevent scholars from confusing the law with writing, there are drums outside every yamen.
This drum is specially set up for the people of the world.
If there are scholars who oppress the people and use literature to disrupt the law, then this drum will be beaten.
As the chief official of the yamen, he must personally interview, investigate the facts and provide justice to the people.
If the chief official of the Yamen shields the scholar or deals with it perfunctorily, the people can still go to the state capital, the capital, or the capital to knock on the emperor's feet!
His Majesty Dayan will personally review it!
Under normal circumstances, random knocking is absolutely not allowed, otherwise it will be the death of three generations.
"Drums in the hall, drums in the hall...someone beats the drum to complain!"
Buzz!
In the backyard of the Yamen, Zhang Dong, who was still a little drunk, heard the sound of drums and sat up suddenly in shock.
His eyes were like lightning, and he suddenly released a terrifying majesty.
"Conflict the law with words, kill!"
Zhang Dong got out of bed and quickly put on his official uniform. He was no longer drunk at all. He solemnly put on his official hat with both hands and walked out of the door!
