"Ah? No, isn't even you a match for him?"

Xiaowa was stunned.

It accompanied Chen Shaojun into the Ghost Saint realm, and Chen Shaojun's qualifications even Ghost Saint agree with it. Could it be that the young man from the Great Literature Kingdom is really so powerful?

"I didn't say that."

Chen Shaojun shook his head:

"So far, I have only seen his spirit, and I have never seen his articles, let alone myself. I have to have the chance to see who is better or worse. But I have a feeling that the young man from the great literary country is definitely a strong enemy - those people in the court may underestimate him."

Chen Shaojun said in a deep voice.

"Let's go back first. If he makes such a big noise today, there will inevitably be news. When I find a way to inquire later, I will naturally have some understanding of him."

Chen Shaojun took Xiaowa to a carriage and left quickly.

At this moment, there was no rustling sound of writing in the Zhuniao Hall, and almost all the young people from the Shang Dynasty stopped writing.

Wen Zhuxiao Han and Qilin showed his saints. Liao Boya's accomplishments in literary affairs are more than one or two better than them. Unless he is confident of reaching the same level as him or even surpassing in one fell swoop, he will only bring shame on himself if he continues to write.

After a long time, when Liao Boya finished writing the last word, the essence that soared into the sky on the paper finally slowly disappeared, and the huge unicorn also disappeared from the void, and the entire Zhubird Hall was as quiet as before and returned to normal.

But at this moment, silence was better than sound. No one in the entire hall spoke for a long time. In the end, Liao Boya broke the dead silence.

"Teacher, teachers, the students have finished writing."

Liao Boya gently lifted her sleeve, put the fine brush in her hand back into the pen holder, straightened her waist, and said gracefully.

With his voice, the Minister of the Honglu Temple, Xie Mingyuan, Minister of Personnel, Minister of Rites, and many civil servants in charge of entertainment, suddenly turned dark and extremely ugly.

Xie Mingyuan's arrogance and confidence in his heart were gone at this time. What does it mean to bring shame on himself? Now, for this time, for the sake of this literary competition, he specially summoned many young heroes with outstanding literary talents in the capital. However, he did not expect that so many people could not compare to Liao Boya, a great literary country.

The talents and understanding shown by everyone were like fireflies to the bright moon in front of Liao Boya, and they were dull and dull, just like soil and pearls.

"Hahaha, I'm so ugly. My disciple is so stupid that I only write this kind of articles, which makes you laugh."

Master Dawenguo gently stroked his chin and beard and said with a smile.

He belittles his words everywhere, but anyone can tell what he means.

For a moment, everyone's faces became darker.

"As a matter of fact, a famous teacher has become a high disciple, and he is worthy of being a disciple of the master. But I am underestimating it!"

Zhou Yangqing, the Minister of the Honglu Temple, coughed lightly and laughed dryly.

Even if he was unwilling to do so, he had to admit that Liao Boya's literary achievements were far above the great merchants in the hall.

This is only seen from the scholars in the hall who were full of confidence before, but now they looked like earth. If they insisted on not admitting it, they would only be more thorough.

"Haha, Lord Zhou praised it. The great Shang Dynasty has outstanding people and talented people. My disciple is dull and I am just a last-rate country in the Great Wen Kingdom. I am not considered a talent. The Great Shang Dynasty has a prosperous literary and spiritual power. I believe that in terms of literary and intellectual power, there should be countless disciples who are more than my incompetent."

The master of Dawen Kingdom stroked his beard and chuckled:

"I remember when I went to and from Da Shang, I was full of confidence. But when I met Brother Chen, wasn't it also in my hands?"

At the end of his speech, Master Dawenguo turned his eyes and glanced at Chen Zongxi, the Minister of Revenue who lived in the Zhuniao Hall and had not spoken much.

Swish!

With one sentence, everyone's eyes immediately attracted Chen Zongxi, and even Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Personnel at the head of the palace, could not help but look over.

Thinking back to the first time when the master of Dawen Kingdom entered the Dashang Dynasty as an envoy, it was twenty years ago. At that time, he was like Liao Boya today, with his brilliance and overwhelming heroes. He almost became the most dazzling existence in the literary world of the entire Dashang Capital. Finally, at that literary event, he was covered up by Chen Zongxi's light and completely crushed, becoming his stepping stone.

Almost everyone in the Dashang Capital knew about this.

"The master has praised it. It's all a thing in the past and is not worth mentioning."

Chen Zongxi said lightly, he seemed quite calm, as if he had really forgotten what happened back then.

"Haha, Brother Chen is too humble. After so many years, I have always thought about being able to discuss and communicate with Brother Chen again and continue the old things back then. But I heard that Brother Chen had some changes and encountered setbacks and his literary path was stagnant, which is really a pity."

Master Dawenguo said, and sighed a long time, it seemed to be from the truth.

"By the way, I heard that Brother Chen has two sons, the youngest son is very talented, and seems to have inherited Brother Chen's talents, but-"

The master of Dawen Kingdom paused and his eyes swept across the entire Zhuniao Hall:

"I didn't seem to see the son-in-law during this banquet."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Personnel who was originally sitting in the upper hall, and Huo, a guard of several sons of Zhang Xueshou, changed his face.

The great merchants in the Zhuniao Hall were carefully selected by them, but the scholars they selected seemed to be inferior to Chen Zongxi's youngest son as the master of the Dawen Kingdom.

"I heard that not long ago, when I was enjoying the snow in the winter solstice, the Queen Mother called a gathering of scholars in the deer garden, and the son seemed to have won the first place, which is really impressive."

The master of Dawen Kingdom said slowly, and his eyes never left Chen Zongxi for a moment.

The envoys of the Dawen Kingdom and their entourage arrived at the Dashang Dynasty, but it was obvious that, long before, the master of the Dawen Kingdom had already had in-depth investigations and understandings of Chen Zongxi and Dashang.

Or to be more precise, although there are countless heroes, great scholars, great scholars, and masters in the Zhuniao Hall, for this great literary master, everyone seems to be far less than Chen Zongxi sitting at the end of the banquet.

"asshole!"

Xie Mingyuan clenched his five fingers, and his expression became even more ugly.

He is the Minister of Personnel, and his status is far above Chen Zongxi. To some extent, he even controls the appointment and removal of Chen Zongxi and other officials. However, in this banquet in Zhuniao Palace, Chen Zongxi's status and limelight are now completely above him.

"The master praised it. The child was dull in his qualifications. How could he compare with the master's disciples? Moreover, I am a big businessman, and where is his turn to be able to get his turn? His little poems are not worthy of the Tao."

Chen Zongxi said lightly, always calmly, and seemed unwilling to want Chen Shaojun to join the Confucian and Taoist debate between the great literary country and the great Shang Dynasty.

"And the dog is still in a custody at the moment, so it is not suitable to attend such gatherings."

"oh?"

Master Dawenguo blinked for a moment, and was a little surprised.

He had never learned about this news, but judging from Chen Zongxi's appearance, he seemed unwilling to explain too much.

"Haha, since Brother Chen doesn't want to do so, why bother to force the master?"

At this moment, Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Personnel, stood up and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"And the tiger father and dog son, Brother Chen is a calm and heavy person, but his youngest son is a little out of glamour. This is completely unparalleled with Brother Chen's advantages. Even if the master summoned him, he would be disappointed at that time."

When Xie Mingyuan said this, he glanced at Chen Zongxi.

Others don’t know, but Xie Mingyuan still knows a little.

Chen Zongxi's youngest son seems to have been missing for a long time recently, and even Chen Zongxi doesn't seem to know where he is going.

Wendao emphasizes calmness and heaviness, down-to-earth, and studies and studies step by step. The youngest son of the Chen family is obviously carried away.

However, what Xie Mingyuan cares about is far from this. The reason why he interrupted the conversation between the two at this time was more important because of the deer garden poetry meeting hosted by the Queen Mother. Chen Zongxi's youngest son surpassed the heroes and took the lead. However, at the same time, his only son Xie Chuan also lost his reputation in the entire capital because of Chen Shaojun.

Plagiarism of poetry is no trivial matter, and even he, the Minister of Personnel, was implicated as his father.

If it weren't for his many years of hard work in Beijing and his status in the Zi Zhang Xue School, he might not be able to even be in the position of Shangshu this time.

In any case, no matter whether Chen Zongxi's youngest son really has real talent and knowledge, he will never give him any chance to show it.

"In addition, this time, the party was in a hurry, so I just hurriedly picked some students. There are many talented people in the capital, and their qualifications are far superior to those of the scholars in the hall now. If the master wants to see the charm of young people in the Great Shang Dynasty, it will be the birthday of Confucius in a few days. Your Majesty has also ordered a banquet in the Hall of Heroes. If the master wants to make his disciples have a literary and intellectual exchange with the most outstanding talents of the Great Shang Dynasty, how can we compete in the Hall of Heroes?"

Xie Mingyuan said seriously.

When I heard the words "Kong's birthday" and the Hall of Qunying, the scholars in the hall all looked slightly different, but no one said anything.

On the other side, Master Dawenguo also had a flash of light in his eyes, but he soon returned to normal.

"Oh? It's better to obey your orders than respect. Since Lord Shangshu said so, then let's do it according to Lord Shangshu's wishes. Boya, have you heard it? This opportunity is rare. Then you must not let down the commanders of the Shang Dynasty."

Master Dawenguo said, turning his head and glanced at Liao Boya not far away, and did not argue about Chen Shaojun's affairs.

"Yes, Master, the disciple will definitely live up to his mission."

Liao Boya said, bowing.

But above the hall, Xie Mingyuan, Honglu Temple Qing and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The last words were not an excuse. The scholars in the hall were indeed geniuses of the Shang Dynasty, but they were definitely not the best group of people. Xie Mingyuan's rejection of Chen Shaojun was not simply jealous.
Chapter completed!