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Academician Du, however, saw further than Zuo Shilang. He smiled meaningfully and said, But your Majesty transferred Li Zian to serve in the Ministry of Punishment. This is enough to show that your Majesty still values ​​this son.

It's not right, it's still wrong!

Zuo Shilang shook his head.

Du Yan added: Li Zian is Jian Yuyan's disciple.

Zuo Shilang retorted: So what? Lu Zhishan is still your disciple!

Du Yan glanced at the princess: It's a pity that Lu Zhishan's temperament is a little unstable. I don't think he is as good as Wang Jincheng. His appearance, talent, and status are all first-class, and he and the princess are considered a good match.

Two adults, stop arguing. Let's review the poems...

Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry.

How could these two old men be more excited than her client?

It was she who chose her son-in-law, not these two old men looking for a daughter-in-law.

Where is this going?

Time passes, and there is not much left before the allotted time.

Everyone on the field has basically handed in their papers, and at this time they are all talking about who has written well, and who has performed abnormally and substandardly.

A palace maid came from the standing room holding a poem.

Zuo Shilang took it and took a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up: This is an excellent song, and it looks like a leader!

Du Yan was moved. He took it and praised it loudly. However, when he saw the signature, his face froze and he said in shock: Is this poem written by Zhiqing? I wonder which Zhiqing it is?

Zuo Shilang was stunned.

I was just reading the poem, but didn't notice the signature.

Zhiqing?

Couldn't it be that tantric lama?

The princess is hosting a banquet to choose a son-in-law, why does a shabby monk come?

Isn’t this a diabolical thing?

The maid pointed to the standing table.

Du Yan squinted his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

really.

A man wearing a hat on his head was among the crowd.

This Zhi doesn't show up early in the morning or late at night, but he appears at this time. Is this going to cause trouble?

Qingyang didn't think it was a big deal.

She watched with interest.

Of course Zhiqing noticed that someone was looking at him.

He was not afraid and took off his hat, revealing his big bald head and smiled at the princess and the others.

After Zhiqing took off his disguise, he immediately caused everyone around him to exclaim!

Damn it! Why did a monk sneak in?

Hey, is he really a great monk? What's going on? The monk also wants to be the prince's consort? Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will slap him to death?

Oh, isn't this Monk Zhiqing?

Which Zhiqing? A disciple of Xiangguo Temple?

What Xiangguo Temple! Lama Zhiqing of the Tantric Sect, the same Zhiqing who set up a ring to challenge the heroes of the world yesterday, but was beaten by Li Zian until he knelt down and begged for mercy!

Oh, it turns out it's him. He's so thick-skinned, and he still dares to come!

Everyone was talking a lot.

Zhiqing was neither happy nor sad, and bowed to the Buddha: Amitabha, the poor monk Zhiqing has met all the donors.

Finished.

When he put his feet down, he rose into the air and landed directly on the hundred seats. Then he said to the great scholar Du Yan: Master Du, I don't know if this poem by the poor monk can catch your eye!

General!

Du Yan's face was frozen.

He didn't expect that the tantric lama was severely punished yesterday, but he still wanted to cause trouble!

Zhiqing, how are you doing?

Zuo Shilang gritted his teeth and said.

If Li Zian hadn't turned the tide yesterday, he would have been pushed out and taken the blame. So he hated this Lama Zhiqing.

Zhiqing said calmly: Of course the poor monk also came to participate in the literary banquet. Didn't Her Majesty the Princess say that everyone in the world can come to make friends through literature? The poor monk is just 30 years old this year and is not over the age. Mr. Du, this is the second round of time It’s almost there, why haven’t the results been announced yet?”

Du Yan was a little surprised.

A thirty-year-old fourth-grade Zen master?

This is incredible!

But in a blink of an eye, I felt relieved.

Tantric Buddhism is not a small sect, and Zhiqing is a Tantric Buddhist practicing in the contemporary world. It is not surprising that he has such cultivation.

but!

Wouldn't it be too much of a slap in the face for a monk to overpower a group of scholars and win the first place in this round?

But Du Yan looked around and saw that although all the scholars showed resentment, every one of them dared to come forward...

Ahem...wait a minute, I haven't handed in mine yet. The time is just right.

At this critical moment of embarrassment, Li Nuo handed over the poem with wildly cursive writing.

The last pillar of sandalwood burned out at this moment.

This time is really tight.

Li Nuo was thinking about how to make a big splash, but he didn't expect Zhiqing to be so cooperative and suddenly jumped out and slapped him in the face.

Then don't blame him for being polite!

What's more, how can the human race's banquet allow Monk Fangwai to jump up and down?

Although he didn't know how Monk Zhiqing could create such a masterpiece, his arrogance must be suppressed.

Also, he remembered that Zhiqing was dishonest yesterday and invited Bodhisattva Will to sit in the last hurdle. If he hadn't had something in his stomach, he would have been tricked!

His belly is not big enough to support the boat.

Du Yan took the poem and read it, laughing loudly: I now announce that the winner of this round is Li Zian.

Ah? Li Zian again? Master Du, please read it out quickly so that we can appreciate it.

Hehe, Li Zian is a great talent!

Du Yan looked at Li Nuo with some regret: Zian, do you really have no ambition to be in the temple? Do you want to go back and be a hoe?

Li Nuo pretended to sigh: You don't know something, I'm tired.

You are only in your early twenties, how come you look like an old man? Well, everyone has their own ambitions...

Du Yan laughed and then began to recite——

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple.

The Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

…

This poem by Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty is very close to the thoughts of the great scholar Du Yan.

He had no ambition to go to court, but the emperor repeatedly invited him to come to Beijing to be the Minister of Rites, and he found it difficult to refuse, so he accepted the order.

…

The world laughs at me for being crazy, but I laugh at it and the world can't see through it!

There are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to cultivate the fields!

…

He and Jian Yuyan have been fighting for decades, and they have even become the laughing stock of scholars, but so what?

How could those ignorant people see through his and Jian Yuyan's thoughts?

That woman...

The woman who made them worried...

If they don't fight, the woman will completely disappear from their memories.

How could they!

All they wanted was that the old guy in Yuzhou City could protect the grave of their beloved woman...

On the field, as soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked!

Zhiqing was deeply moved.

Although he practiced Buddhism, his Confucian attainments were not bad, but he did not expect that Li Zian would mess up a carefully prepared drama.

So angry!

Was this Li Zian sent by the Buddha to temper him on purpose?

Suddenly, Zhiqing felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

In the crowd, a seemingly low-key man could only sigh when he saw that Zhiqing did not win the first place.

The prince’s careful layout fell short!

Although there is still a third round, there is little hope. Based on his performance in the first two rounds, this Li Zian is indeed the most talented!

Chapter 2 is here, good night everyone.