Chapter 132 A group of bad old men are very bad [4000,
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Jingshan City.
Although Wuwei Mansion still has not been contacted, this did not hinder the collection of Dingjun poems.
After Wang Lin gave the opening, he gave up the stage to people from all walks of life who came to present poems.
After all, everyone has been taught that the admission fee is tens of thousands taels, so we have to let them come on stage.
That's a little too dark.
Because Ning Chen was already in a calm state of mind, he could calmly watch the intellectuals of the Wu Dynasty showing off their magical powers on the stage.
Maybe it’s because I’ve come into contact with a lot more martial artists in my life.
Therefore, Ning Chen would have the illusion that the overall cultural level of Wu Dynasty was not high.
But in fact, it's really just Wufu who lowered the average.
Those who can take the stage today are the real great Confucians.
At the moment Ning Chen looked at it, three saint-level poems had already been produced.
Although poetry is the shortest weakness of the Confucian sage.
But that is also compared with the Confucian sage himself, and compared with other people. The shortest shortcoming of the Confucian sage is much longer than the long board of ordinary people.
Moreover, when a Confucian sage enters the holy way, no matter how short the Confucian sage's poems are, they are still at the level of the holy way.
Therefore, those who can produce saint-level poems are truly among the best.
Judging from the current situation, if there are no accidents.
Huweijun’s poems for setting the army will be these three saint-level poems.
Although it is said that Dingjun's poems come from one person, it is best because the soul of the poem comes from the same line, making it easier to condense the soul of the army.
But it doesn't matter if it doesn't come from one person. The military soul can be cultivated slowly.
What's more, now there are three saint-level poems, so we must choose three saint-level poems.
Because this determines the quality of the military soul, even if you raise it slowly, it will be fine.
As for one person wanting to write three holy poems, that is almost impossible.
Unless a saint comes alive, I have never seen anyone who can write three saint-level poems in a row.
Therefore, we choose the best among the many poems and choose the three strongest poems.
This is also the consensus of everyone.
In fact, the current result is already the best result for Wang Lin.
Not only for Wang Lin, but also for Wu Zhao, this result is very good.
After all, saint-level poems are rare, and now three of them have been published.
Three saint-level Dingjun poems are the best results.
After all, whether it was Wang Lin or Wu Zhao, the bottom line before was one song, and the best result was two songs.
Now that a perfect result has appeared, it would be too much to ask for too much.
Just when Wang Lin was happily preparing for the next step, the swearing-in meeting.
Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted: "Military Prime Minister, the students have something to say."
Wang Lin was happy today, so he was not annoyed when he was interrupted.
"What do you have to say?"
The person who interrupted Wang Lin said loudly: "The military student feels that the Wu Dynasty is quite disrespectful to us."
Wang Lin was originally in a good mood, but after hearing these words, his face turned ugly.
Wang Lin felt that it would make sense if he said that he defrauded them of money.
If you want to say disrespectful, then this is just looking for trouble.
Wang Lin gave them free stays in all the dozen or so best inns in Jingshan City.
Three meals a day are of the highest standard in Jingshan City.
Even his military commander doesn't have such high standards.
As a result, you now say that I don't respect you. Isn't this looking for trouble?
Although he was annoyed, Wang Lin still asked patiently: "I think I am very attentive to treating you all. So I don't know where this disrespect comes from?"
The student who spoke said: "Mr. Bing, we scholars are not greedy for materialistic enjoyment.
The material desires that the military prime minister has given us are indeed excellent.
But in addition to cultural exchanges, the military minister is very proud of us.
We, the folk Confucian scholars, have the largest number of people who come to the stage to compose Dingjun poems.
The imperial court only sent a few sporadic people to deal with us.
Could it be that the Minister of War and the imperial court felt that we, the people of the mountains and plains,
Is it only appropriate for a newly-established Huwei army to write military poems?"
Wang Lin heard that it was because of this. Although it was because of this, in fact, it was also an argument.
The Wu Dynasty established the country with force.
The imperial examinations were all done by Confucius, who helped reform during the reign of Emperor Wu.
Although after decades of development, many Confucian scholars have gathered.
But how can the development of just a few decades be compared with those of semi-saint families and academies with thousands of years of foundation?
This time, the Wu Dynasty never thought that Dingjun's poems would come out of the imperial court.
If you want to deal with them, of course you can.
But this cannot be regarded as a real response, because the Confucian scholars in the Wu Dynasty had the ceiling hanging there.
After Wang Lin explained tactfully, the Confucian scholar who asked the question obviously did not follow Wang Lin's tactics.
"Xiang Xiang, there is a great poet in the imperial court here. How can Xiang Xi be so humble and say that the imperial court cannot compare with us?"
"Who are you talking about?" Wang Lin asked.
The Confucian scholar looked directly at Ning Chen and said: "Master Ning Chenning, isn't it considered a great talent in poetry? Not to mention other things, there is a saint-level flying general and a poem about agricultural roads. Just these two poems
, Mr. Ning can be called a great scholar in poetry."
After hearing what the Confucian scholar said, Wang Lin didn't even look back at Ning Chen.
Instead, he smiled and explained: "You are right, Mr. Ning is indeed a great scholar in poetry."
Before the Confucian scholar could speak again, Wang Lin changed the topic and said, "But regarding Dingjun's poems, I have already asked Mr. Ning privately.
Mr. Ning himself does not want to participate in this collection of Dingjun poems."
Wang Lin did ask Ning Chen about this, and Ning Chen also made it clear to Wang Lin that he did not intend to participate.
After Li Ziqiu heard Wang Lin say that Ning Chen said he would not participate, he turned to look at Ning Chen, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.
Because in Li Ziqiu's opinion, there is really no need for Ning Chen to go up there now.
Now there have been three saint-level poems about the army.
Suppose Ning Chen goes up and composes a saint-level poem to determine the army.
Then according to the order, it is not the turn to use Ning Chen's poem to determine the army.
At that time, it will leave more things for people to talk about.
Unless Ning Chen can compose three saint-level army poems in a row, then he can replace the previous three poems.
But is this possible?
This is simply impossible to do.
"Does Mr. Ning not want to participate, or does he disdain to participate, or does the court and Mr. Ning feel that the Huwei Army is not worth it..."
Before the Confucian scholar could finish speaking, Ning Chen suddenly interrupted:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, isn't it just about composing poetry?
I originally wanted to give you a chance to express yourself, but please don't keep silent.
He also forced Hu Weijun to talk things over.
Then you can’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”
After Ning Chen finished speaking, he walked directly towards the stage.
Seeing Ning Chen take the stage, the interrupted Confucian scholar was stunned.
Ning Chen actually came on stage.
This is unreasonable.
Now I have composed three poems about saints.
Even if Ning Chen writes another saint poem, according to the order, it will not be Ning Chen’s turn.
According to the plan, his mission was to belittle Ning Chen without any thought.
This will pave the way for future plans.
He didn't expect Ning Chen to come to power at all.
But now Ning Chen is on stage, what kind of situation is this?
Wang Lin was also stunned for a moment when he saw Ning Chen on stage.
"Master Ning, what are you..." Wang Lin asked in a low voice.
Ning Chen didn't look at Wang Lin, but at the bunch of civil servants, gritted his teeth and said: "This group of bad old men are very bad."
Wang Lin didn't know what Ning Chen meant by this.
In fact, Ning Chen originally didn't plan to go.
But Ning Chen discovered that when Wang Lin said that he had no intention of participating in the Dingjun poetry collection.
Those censors, those officials.
He even started to provide himself with [loyalty] points.
If we follow the logic of event selection.
To refuse oneself is [佞].
But now these censors and officials actually provide [loyalty] to themselves.
Obviously, in their view, it would be beneficial to the Wu Dynasty if they did not participate.
So this corresponds to Li Ziqiu's previous guess.
This group of civil servants really do not want to dominate the army, but have more to do with themselves.
I don’t want Huweijun to have too many marks of his own.
How to talk about this matter.
From the perspective of a loyal minister, this is absolutely correct.
A sycophant with military power and a sycophant without military power are two completely different concepts.
Especially if this army is loyal to this sycophant from top to bottom, it is an extremely dangerous thing for a country.
Although Ning Chen understands, they have provided him with so many [loyalty] points that Ning Chen cannot understand.
If you choose an event, you can only get 100 [佞] points.
In just a short period of time, this group of people provided Ning Chen with thousands of points of [Loyalty].
This made Ning Chen very angry.
A bunch of bad old men, really bad.
Normally, I just provide [佞] to myself when I have nothing to do, but now I need you to provide [佞], and you all provide the joy provided by [loyalty] one by one.
In this case, don't blame yourself for showing off.
Sure enough, when Ning Chen came to power, some of those [loyalty] began to convert into [sycophancy].
Although Ning Chen hasn't finished a single poem yet, some people have begun to worry about what if Ning Chen actually completes it.
"Listen carefully, this is my first army poem..."
Just when Ning Chen was about to start showing off.
The official from the Ministry of War who had been responsible for contacting Wuwei Mansion ran in a hurry and said loudly: "Urgent report from Wuwei, Wuwei has been captured by the demon clan, please support immediately!"
This kind of battle report must not be delayed or concealed in any way.
Hearing such a battle report, Wang Lin was the first to become unsteady.
Wu Zhao, who was standing on the general platform, clenched his hands slightly.
At the same time, his brain was working rapidly, and he quickly figured out why the demon clan chose to attack Wuwei Mansion at this time.
"What's going on?" Wang Lin took three steps at a time and came to the foot of the high platform, questioning the officials.
The officials did not dare to hide it, so they immediately told Wuwei Mansion about the sudden contact with Jingshan City.
Hearing that there was still a situation at the scene, Wu Zhao immediately asked Wang Lin to talk about the current situation in Wuwei Mansion and came here directly.
Wang Lin responded and directly used the formation to project the situation at the Wuwei Huwei Institute here.
The first thing that appears on the screen is the picture of all the Huwei troops in the Huwei Institute sleeping.
Seeing such a scene, everyone present suddenly remembered the shame of Jingkang City back then.
This is exactly the same as back then.
All the guardsmen fell asleep, and the demon clan entered Jingkang City without any hindrance and slaughtered them at will.
Now the demon clan has obviously copied what happened in Jingkang City back then.
The intention is self-evident.
When Wang Lin saw this scene, his face instantly turned pale and his whole body swayed.
My side in Jingshan City hoped to restore the former glory of the imperial guards, but as a result, Wuwei Palace was repeating the shame of Jingkang City.
If this is the case, there is no need to establish this powerful army.
Wu Zhao was not as calm as Wang Lin.
I saw that the Fu Wei Office at this time was being protected by Fu Yin's Haoran Zhengqi Book.
An order was issued immediately to activate the Jingshan City teleportation array and send the Imperial Army to Wuwei Mansion for support.
"I'm afraid it's too late for Your Highness to go now, but Dingjun Shi may still have a glimmer of hope to turn things around."
Zhao Zizhan, the short and fat head of Yunshan Academy who Ning Chen had met, stood up and said.
After hearing what Zhao Zizhan said, Wu Zhao quickly asked: "What can Zhao Daru do?"
Zhao Zizhan said: "A holy-level army-defining poem can be directly transformed into a military soul.
Once the military spirit comes out, it can directly wake up the sleeping palace guards.
As long as those palace guards Su Xing are there, we will have time."
After hearing what Zhao Zizhan said, Wu Zhao's eyes lit up.
Wang Lin's eyes also lit up, and he decided to make a decision on the spot, Hu Weijun's poem for setting the army.
There are now three ready-made saint-level poems for the army, which are condensed into the soul of the army. Wang Lin thinks it should be enough.
"Director Zhao, I would like to ask, if we use these three poems to determine the army, what is the probability that we can condense the military spirit on the spot?" Ning Chen interrupted Wang Lin who was about to make a decision and asked Zhao Zizhan
.
Zhao Zizhan thought for a while and said: "Because the three poems were not written by one person, and although the three poems are all saint level.
But in fact, the things he praised were all focused on victory and triumph.
Relatively speaking, the artistic conceptions are somewhat overlapping.
Therefore, the probability of trying to condense the military soul may be less than half."
"Then if I write three saint-level poems by myself, can I gather the military spirit on the spot?"
Ning Chen asked Zhao Zizhan.
Zhao Zizhan was stunned for a moment and looked up at Ning Chen.
Zhao Zizhan nodded and said: "If Ning Yuanzhang can really write three saint-level military poems in a row, then even if the artistic conceptions overlap, the military soul can be condensed. It's just a matter of power, but the military soul can definitely be condensed."
"Then leave this matter to me." Ning Chen said.
After hearing Ning Chen's words, the first person to react was not the civil and military officials, but the Confucian scholar who had just provoked Ning Chen.
"Mr. Ning, are you still thinking about being in the spotlight? Are you completely disregarding the life and death of the Huwei Army?" Since Ning Chen took the initiative to send them to him to seize the opportunity, how could he give up this opportunity?