At this time, Deng Jian unconsciously landed the book on the ground, with a sad look on his face and said, "This...this...this person is really hypocritical...it's not my intention to be a marquis. I hope the sea waves are calm...this..."

Zhang Shao stroked his beard and jaw head: "The poem is flat, but the mouth is catchy. It is still a good poem and a good poem. It is really rare for such a young man to have ambition. This sentence alone is enough to shake the south of the Yangtze River."

Huang Xin was also full of joy: "What the lord said is right. Ye Chunqiu's ambition is really lofty."

Deng Jian was speechless, but suddenly remembered something and felt comforted. Well, although this poem was so pissing, no matter what, I am a member of Taibai Club. The Taibai Club ordered was 20% discount than others. It would be better, and I could save some expenses. I am just a poor Qingliu official!

Before Deng Jian recovered from the blow, it was not my intention to be a marquis. I hope the sea waves have calmed down. This sentence has begun to spread, and even the governor's yamen in Tixue can't sit still.

Zheng Ti didn't care about Taibaiji at first, but in the temple, he always mentioned that he hoped that Haibo would be peaceful. Later, many school officials couldn't sit still and came to the door one after another.

Suddenly, Zheng Tixue understood that this poem is widely circulated now. Although it seems a bit inappropriate for scholars to shout and kill, those who have always been wise men, whether they are Zu Ti, the general of the West of Nanjin Town who dances when they hear the chicken, or Fan Zhongyan, the Duke of Wenzheng of the Song Dynasty who is worried about the world in advance, are not like this?

The academic style is not good now, especially in this luxurious Jiangnan. Scholars are addicted to play and play. Although they have repeatedly prepared their academic style several times, they still have little effect. Isn’t Ye Jieyuan a typical example? The academic should take this opportunity to set an example for good students.

Zheng Tixue summoned the school officials from various prefectures to discuss the matter, and then summoned students and asked Ye Chunqiu to come out to preach.

Ye Chunqiu was a little confused. He didn't expect that the poem he searched for in Guang's mind was originally thinking of dealing with Chen Rong's request for manuscripts. Who knew that it was such a response that it made him very upset. Today, he was in the governor's office of the Tixue University, and tomorrow he would go to Tongren County to study or Hangzhou Prefecture School. The students below sat in a row, looking at Ye Chunqiu one by one, looking at Ye Chunqiu, as if hungry, fucking... why do you feel like a monkey?

Ye Chunqiu was scrambling every day, thinking about various speeches. Before the Imperial College was calm, someone had already sent to the Imperial College. The one who came was Xuezheng from the Imperial College. Xuezheng actually came here in person. Zheng Tixue called Ye Chunqiu to Minglun Hall.

Ye Chunqiu went to Minglun Hall and saw Zheng Tixue sitting in the main seat. Another sixth-rank official uniform was sitting in the lower head. When he saw Ye Chunqiu coming, he looked up and down at Ye Chunqiu, nodded constantly, and then smiled: "Ha... Is this Ye Chunqiu? It seems that he was in good health. Last time, Zheng Tixue asked for sick leave for you. You, Jieyuan, Zhejiang, Lord Wu, the priest of the Imperial College, was quite worried. However, you are a tribute student in the juren, but you always don't go to Nanjing to attend school. There is no way, so the adults sent me to see that the spring and autumn are lively, so I felt relieved. Chunqiu, come and sit down and talk. I am the Imperial College Master, named Zhang Lan, ha... don't be nervous."

This person is a scheming person. He asked for leave from juren in various places and refused to enroll in school. Almost all of them were the reason for getting sick. Everyone was tacitly aware of this. Now he is better, just make mistakes. He insisted that Ye Chunqiu was sick if he didn't enroll in school a few days ago.

But... he came here in person... Isn't this clear that he had to go to school? He didn't even ask Zheng Tixue and Ye Chunqiu for reasons. Anyway, he didn't let go after seeing anyone after Imperial College.

In fact, Ye Chunqiu can understand their thoughts. Ye Chunqiu is also a little famous person. Such a famous young man would not go to the Imperial College for gilding. Originally, the reputation of the Imperial College in Nanjing was bad and his academic style was bad. If he didn't inject some fresh blood into it, a person like Ye Chunqiu, the priest of the Imperial College must be torn to pieces by the Ministry of Rites.

Ye Chunqiu glanced at Zheng Tixue, but Zheng Tixue just smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

Ye Chunqiu smiled slightly, bowed to Zhang Xuezheng, and said, "Student Ye Chunqiu, I have met the adults."

Zhang Lan waved his hand and laughed, "It's not necessary to be polite. I'm very easy-going, right, Spring and Autumn, I don't want to be a title of marquis, I hope Haibo is peaceful. Master Jiji admires it very much. In front of the students in the Imperial College, he mentioned it personally. If scholars are like this, are you still afraid that the country will not be able to maintain peace for a long time? Oh, I will leave some days here. When will I be free, I want to be close to you, but... when are you going to enter the prison?"

What is coming is finally here.

Ye Chunqiu could not think of any reason for this. He was sick. Now he seemed to be still alive, not just that. A few days ago, he even tore the Japanese with his hands, which is well known.

Okay... Someone from home heard bad news. Ye Chunqiu really hoped that his second uncle would die. During this period, he asked for money every day and said he would do business every day, but his father was an honest man, and he was fooled by him again and again.

Zheng Tixue began to help Ye Chunqiu: "I'm afraid it's too late this year. It's about to start winter. Should I go there again after spring next year? What do Lord Zhang think?"

Zhang Lan's face did not change, as if he was muttering in his heart that most of the tribute students who are now in prison in the Imperial College are so-called donations, which is extremely bad. Now the Imperial College needs Ye Chunqiu to be in prison to change his image, but most of the kids must be able to delay it. This is not the fault of Ye Chunqiu. If Zhang Xuezheng himself passed the imperial examination, he would have beaten to death and would not go to the messy part of the Imperial College.

What's more, Zheng Tixue was forced to do something unwilling to let go easily, and he might find another excuse, but he refused to go.

Zhang Lan smiled and said, "Oh, this is understandable. This year is indeed almost the end of the year. It is indeed inappropriate to leave now. I am afraid that the Spring and Autumn Period will not be able to adapt to the environment and the local conditions in Hangzhou. If I get sick again and cannot be imprisoned next year, this will be bad."

As soon as this statement was said, Zheng Ti was so angry that he vomited blood. The people in the Imperial College were shameless. This was clearly saying that there were many dreams in the night. Who knew that when the spring of next year, would Ye Chunqiu find an excuse to refuse to go to Nanjing? If so, wouldn’t it be bad?

Zheng Tixue snorted coldly and simply ignored him.
Chapter completed!