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Are they idiots?

I have been in Chang'an for such a long time, haven't I heard Li Wangyou's handed down works?

Even their Taiyuan Wang family was ridiculed because of Li Wangyou's poems, are they crazy?Want to compete with Li Wangyou in poetry and prose?

In fact, Wang Ziqiao really misunderstood them. These few scholars really haven't heard the few works handed down from generation to generation by Li Wangyou.

There is no other reason, only one word, poor!

That's right, it was because of poverty that these few scholars were so shy in their pockets. After coming to Chang'an, where would they have the copper money to go to Pingkang Fang to listen to the prostitute's singing of Li Wangyou's masterpiece.

Because of their poverty, they decided to make up their minds and voted to the Wang family in Taiyuan, deliberately flattering them, in order to get promoted.

Because of poverty, these scholars, who are not young, are so arrogant after being accepted by the Taiyuan Wang family.It's purely because I've been a dick all my life, and seeing the dawn of life is just ahead, under my psychological expansion, I dare to say anything.

Wang Ziqiao opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

If he introduced Li Wangyou's poetic talent to these scholars, he would not be able to say that, and it would give Li Wangyou a boost of prestige.

But if you don't say it, it is estimated that these scholars who are optimistic about the family will lose face today.

But after thinking about it, it wasn't that he, Prince Qiao, was ashamed anyway, and he also felt dissatisfied with these scholars, so he simply kept silent, and he just watched the fun.

Wang Ziqiao didn't say a word to remind these scholars, so that they mistakenly think that the prince is acquiescing to their provocation, and hopes that they will educate these farmer men with poems, so they become more and more proud.

204 Song of Peach Blossom Temple

The words of these scholars were heard by Li Wangyou and the two old men, but they did not react at all.

Only Li Wangyou couldn't help but waved his hand, as if trying to drive away flies flying around his ears.

"The two old men have praised me absurdly. I am really ashamed, but I don't have this poem for the time being." Li Wangyou came to find Yuan Tiangang today. .

Seeing Li Wangyou's reluctance to compose poems made the two old men very regretful.

But the scholars beside Wang Ziqiao became interested. One of them deliberately frowned, walked back and forth for a few steps, and suddenly began to chant poems.

"Thousands of plants contain dew, where can they shine red.

Fengnuan Xianyuanli, Spring and Water Country Middle School. "

Naturally, this poem was not written by the scholar on the spur of the moment, but he happened to have written a poem about peach blossoms before, so he recited it now, wanting to show off.

As far as this poem is concerned, it is not bad. Although it is far from the handed down works, it can be regarded as a masterpiece.

It is natural that the humble scholar who can make Taiyuan Wang look good.

After reciting this poem, even the two old men couldn't help nodding their beards, thinking that this poem is acceptable and a masterpiece.

But it's just passable. Compared with Li Wangyou's previous works handed down from generation to generation, that's the difference between abalone and salted fish.

"Haha, my brother has a good poem. I also have one here. Please listen to it." Immediately, another scholar stood up and recited his poem with his hands behind his back.

"The flowers are in the sky of Wulou, and they are still red every year.

Tears stop dawn dew, melancholy leaning on the spring breeze. "

"Okay! That's called poetry, haha, it's ridiculous that some farmers think they can compose poetry because they probably can recite some doggerel."

"The two dear friends are really talented, and this year Chunwei will definitely be admitted to the imperial examination!"

"Haha, it's easy to say, my dear brother is also a good poet, but we all rely on the support of the prince."

These scholars, after reciting their favorite works one after another, couldn't help flattering each other, and they still didn't forget to flatter Prince Qiao by the way.

Hearing them say the word Chunwei, but everyone didn't notice, the corners of the mouths of the two old men couldn't help revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Li Wangyou and the others didn't know that the two old men who were humiliated by the words of these scholars were actually two great Confucian scholars in the dynasty.

One is the Minister of Rites, Lu Kuan.

Another old man who knew Li Wangyou was Kong Yingda, Kong Chongyuan, one of the Eighteen Scholars of the Prince of Qin's Mansion, Guozijian Jijiu.

That day at the Qujiangchi Poetry Meeting, Kong Yingda announced the topic of his poems to all the students, and Li Wangyou had seen him from afar.

But because at that time, he only saw two sides from a distance, and then Li Wangyou got drunk and entered the Qujiang Pool Water Pavilion in a daze, but he didn't know who he had met that day.

So Li Wangyou didn't recognize Kong Yingda just now, but he just felt familiar.

In the spring of this year, the chief examiner of the Ministry of Rites is Lu Kuan, and the deputy examiner is Kong Yingda, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine.

That is to say, several scholars who were going to be recommended by Taiyuan Wang's "Tongbang" had just spoken out loudly and insulted the two chief examiners.

After listening to the poems of these scholars, Lu Kuan and Kong Yingda always felt regretful in their hearts, so they turned their attention to Li Wangyou again.

"Ziyou, don't hide your clumsiness. How about writing a poem for the old couple?"

"This..." Li Wangyou hesitated.

Before he could think about whether he wanted to copy a song or not, he heard those scholars start making noise again.

"Poetry? Do limericks?"

"If this green-mouthed kid can compose poetry, I'll kneel down and kowtow to him, haha."

Li Wangyou couldn't help squinting at the person who spoke, and said calmly, "Adore me as a teacher? You don't have the qualifications yet!"

What he said is not nonsense. Now, Li Wangyou's two disciples, one is the servant censor from the sixth rank, and the other is the servant of the Ministry of punishment on the fourth rank. Scholars.

Not to mention the poor character of this middle-aged scholar, Li Wangyou didn't like it at all.

Even if this kind of person knelt down and begged him to be his disciple, Li Wangyou wouldn't take a second look.

Li Wangyou consciously said the truth, but these scholars regarded it as humiliating words, and all of them were furious.

If it weren't for the photo taken behind Li Wangyou, Niu Wu's burly figure might have rushed up to fight him desperately.

"Hmph, it really is eloquent! It's insane!"

"My mouth is full of nonsense, I really don't know what it means! Mr. Wang, whose disciple is this young man? Why is he so frivolous?"

Li Wangyou snorted coldly: "You guys are at a loss, if you want to hear a certain poem, then prick your ears and listen!"

Originally I wanted to keep a low profile, but since someone insisted on showing their faces, Li Wangyou naturally didn't mind, and gave these scholars a resounding slap in the face.

He paced a few steps in this peach garden, thinking about which big poem he should copy.

In the Taoyuan of Xuanduguan, there is a small thatched hut, which is a resting place for the craftsmen who manage the Taoyuan. Outside the hut are several farm tools for loosening the soil and plowing the land.