"The Rain is Not Right"?

Even Cheng Zhiyuan was quite surprised.

No matter what you play, you shouldn't play this song. "Rain Wuzheng" is just a slander in the current environment, but considering that the land in the new school is

Isn’t it a bit bad to buy it from the emperor, and I just put down the bowl and curse me?

Indeed, although the emperor cannot treat the person who sang this song, isn’t morally unfavorable?

At least the fields in my hand were exchanged from the emperor.

Cheng Zhiyuan touched the back of his head and looked at the sky with his eyes.

The students around were also in a state of silence, and it took a long time before someone could speak.

""Rain is not right"?"

“Isn’t this… not very good?”

"What is Dalezheng doing?"

Scholars are naturally not fools. They can get into this class. In the Spring and Autumn Period, there is nothing bad in their minds. Even at the lowest level among the third-class scholars, they are clear about human relationships and worldly affairs.

To be honest, there is something to say, it is really unauthentic to play the rain at this time.

Moreover, the other party was singing Bai Ju, which was obviously politically correct, and he invisibly praised Cheng Zhiyuan. Compared with Yan Ruyu, the level of this is obvious. I don’t know what Yan Ruyu is doing, so he actually chose this song.

Cheng Zhiyuan's ears moved, he glanced at Yan Ruyu, and was not at all panicked when he saw her.

OK, it’s not me who pretends to behave this time, it depends on how she deals with it.

Le Zhengjin's heart was settled and he was full of confidence.

"Please please first."

Yan Ruyu nodded to Cheng Zhiyuan. Cheng Zhiyuan blinked and said without waiting for anything. Yan Ruyu said directly: "If I were to be first, I would be afraid that he would be too ashamed after hearing this, so I would cover my face and retreat. At that time, there would be no need for others to talk about some gossip!"

Her voice suddenly rose and her eyes suddenly swept through the crowd!

The crowd was in agitation, but several people directly avoided her gaze. It was obvious that the faction that Fang Le Zhengjin came in this time, whether it was the Lu Sect, the Song Yin Sect, or the Three Small Sects, is still unknown.

After all, although she is a monster, as long as the other party is not in her book, she cannot see people's hearts.

These arrogant words were said from her, as if they were supposed to be. Le Zhengjin was a little unhappy, and his original smile gradually disappeared, but he did not show external dissatisfaction, but still said politely:

"Then I'm respectful, it's better to obey my orders!"

Se was placed in front of him, Le Zhengjin lowered his hands and his eyes closed slightly.

His index finger moved slightly.

"palace--"

The first syllable sounded and moved, and everyone's heart suddenly felt like a ripples appeared in a calm pool.

There was no joy, joy and anger in Le Zhengjin's eyes, and he entered a state.

Beside him, it was like a wave of cang, and he was on a big rock, in the waves, the horizontal and quiet ones were not flowing at this time, and perhaps they could not be called cang waves, but should be called mirrors

lake.

The stern was plucked again.

"Jiao...Jiao--Bai, jia."

"Food...I-Food Seedlings."

His warm voice began to sound, and accompanied by the pleasant stern sound, the five sounds seemed to turn into his guardian god, surrounding him, and with him as the center, the pleasant sounds kept spreading around him and spreading around him.

And go!

"To conquer it...to maintain it forever...today, to date."

Buzz —!

The stern is raised.

"The so-called Yiren, Yu,... free and easy!"

His voice is a bit high, and the poetry of ancient times has its own set of singing styles, which is actually not very similar to the musical notes that later generations cannot imagine.

The sounds of the throne strings hit people's hearts, like mountain springs, like horses. In people's eyes, they see not only sitting alone on the mirror lake, but the water around them turns into a wave, and the sound is as follows.

When they move, they move with him, and people see a grassland, which is the Hetao, and a white pony chirping happily on the field.

White horse, white horse and fierce horse!

Yu Shuang spoke to the crowd: "For this poem, the wise man should not leave him. The doctor took a white horse to send a gift to King Wu of Zhou, sighing for him because the latter was unwilling to stay there.

The capital of the king, King Wu loves talents, but cannot force him to stay, so he can only let him return to the mountains and forests, reluctant to leave..."

"White horses, the meaning of Mr. Le Zheng's choice of this poem is very clear. All the scholars who are studying here, you must be the jizi given by King Wu, and be like him, for the world

Praise and become the wise man in the world who is holding the sky and the sea. Only in this way can the kings know how to cherish it. Only with all the wise man in the world can they truly pacify.”

Cheng Zhiyuan could hear Yu Shuang's explanation clearly. The most important thing was that the guys next to him who had been fooled by him looked very moved, burst into tears, and they all swear to be sure.

Become a useful talent to the Great Zhou, and in this way, you can repay the academy's kindness of knowing and acquaintance.

"It's true reading comprehension, Chinese class representative."

Cheng Zhiyuan finally took back his eyes and lamented that Yu Shuang's ability to pyramid schemes was just as good as Gengsangchu.

Soon, his music ended, and everyone was immersed in a beautiful fantasy and couldn't extricate themselves. All the scholars, as the last poem of Le Zhengjin ended, they seemed to see endless light.

And that little white horse rushes towards the endless light, just like all the scholars who come to the other side wander.

Everyone saw themselves in this "painting", and why was that horse not them?

"The wise must leave, but they cannot stay. So he sighed that he rode a white horse into the empty valley, tied up the straw to feed it, and the virtue of the man was as beautiful as jade. It was already far away and could not be close to him. However, he still hoped that he would be

When we hear each other, we will never stop."

"Don't value your voice, but have a heart that is far away from me."

Some scholars were extremely moved and involuntarily expressed their true feelings in their hearts.

This is the true sage and saint king!

And here, some people from Wei State adhered to the argument that King Wu was unsainted and wanted to refute at this time, but the people around were infected. Those people looked at their homes and found that there were people from the same faction.

I was so excited that I suddenly felt relieved.

Only protest weakly.

"Fake it, all fake it, Dalezheng must not lose to him!"

Someone jumped out, but it was a strange flower. This was probably the earliest fan support group.

Le Zhengjin finished playing and smiled, like the spring breeze and diabolic. He asked Cheng Zhiyuan: "What do you think?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "I feel reluctant to leave, I can think of it with warmth, and the wind is the most prosperous."

Le Zhengjin smiled even happier with this face, and even his body couldn't help but sit a little straight.

"Okay, OK! Are you talking about it?"

"well--"

Yu Shuang mobilized the masses to cheer outside, and a group of people were clamoring there, but Cheng Zhiyuan looked at him and became a little strange.
Chapter completed!