After taking a look at the general who didn't even dare to fart over there, Ning Chen decisively triggered the event selection.
【Event Selection】
[1. You take the initiative to humbly resign from the Imperial College and gain 5 points of [Loyalty]. Subsequently, all evaluations related to the event will be automatically converted into corresponding reputation points. 】
[Two, you refute strongly and go directly to the Imperial Academy, gaining 200 [佞] points. Subsequently, all evaluations related to the event will be automatically converted into corresponding reputation points]
Ning Chen now sees the [Nie] point and his eyes are all green, so how could he let go of such an opportunity.
After hearing Zhou Dingzeng's words, Wu Zhao was about to nod his head and follow the current, when he heard Ning Chen's loud voice: "Your Highness, I also have objections."
Wu Zhao really didn't expect that Ning Chen would step forward at this time.
Because Wu Zhao knew that there would be some opposition to his proposal for Ning Chen to serve.
So Wu Zhao had already thought about it, just keep one of the two positions.
This is the balancing act of her administration.
I know clearly that having both is impossible, but I said, I will get rid of one of the two and keep the other.
In this way, you feel that you have made a profit, and I also feel that I have not lost.
But now it seems that Ning Chen doesn't understand what balance is at all.
"What objection does Ning Aiqing have?" Wu Zhaoxing asked, staring at Ning Chen deeply.
Ning Chen could see the warning in his eyes, but Ning Chen didn't care, because Ning Chen wanted to be sycophantic to the end.
"Your Highness, I would like to ask Zhou Siye, just because I have practiced martial arts, am I not qualified to serve in the Imperial College?
I want to know, is the Imperial College the highest institution of learning for students in the world, or is it just a dirty place with such professional discrimination?
I think everyone should be equal in the face of knowledge. When you go to work in the Imperial College, your focus should be on knowledge rather than anything else?"
After Ning Chen finished speaking, the expression on Zhou Siye's face did not change at all. Instead, he looked at Ning Chen kindly: "Ning Chen, I know you have some talents, but when you come to the Imperial College, those little talents of yours,
It’s not nearly enough.”
Ning Chen directly countered with disdain: "Don't say it's useless. If you say I'm not enough, at least you have to compare yourself to know whether I am enough."
Ning Chen went there for the purpose of [佞], so naturally he came to the place where [佞] came from.
What's more, Ning Chen really disdains teachers who come up and judge whether a student is good or not without even looking at him.
Zhou Dingzeng is still as steady as an old dog: "How does Mr. Ning plan to compare with the old man?"
Zhou Dingzeng directly addressed Ning Chen as "sir". This was not out of respect for Ning Chen, it was completely ironic.
"Master Ning, I heard that you are old and have quite a poetic talent, so let's compare your poetic talents."
Ning Chen was also unafraid and fought back directly.
Ning Chen's actions made many people frown, thinking that Ning Chen was a bit too arrogant.
Even Wu Zhao couldn't help but frown slightly, and began to think in his mind whether Ning Chen was worthy of great use.
After hearing Ning Chen's words, Zhou Dingzeng couldn't help laughing: "Master Ning is really confident, but I don't want to bully the small with the big, so Master Ning should choose another one."
Zhou Dingzeng was still very confident in his poetic talent.
In terms of poetry, Zhou Dingzeng felt that even in the Imperial Academy's wine ceremony, he could compare with his predecessors in the same realm.
It’s not that Zhou Dingzeng didn’t know about Ning Chen’s poems.
But in Zhou Dingzeng's eyes, these extravagant poems were simply incomparable to his.
As a great scholar of the time, Zhou Dingzeng did not want to leave a reputation for being a bully of others on his resume, so he planned to let Ning Chen choose another one.
Ning Chen curled up his lips: "It's not that I look down on you, an old man. Except for your poetry, you may not be able to compare with me in other aspects.
Anyway, I’ll choose the poem, it’s up to you whether you accept it or not.”
Being despised by Ning Chen continuously makes even a great scholar lose his temper.
"Okay, since you insist on this, don't blame me for bullying the small. Lord Ning, please come." Zhou Dingzeng said and stood up first.
Ning Chen didn't know why he had to go out more than poetry, but just go out, it's not a bit of a sycophancy.
The matter has reached this point, even if Wu Zhao wants to mediate, it is impossible.
Wu Zhao knew very well what kind of temper Zhou Dingzeng had.
He has just come to power now, so if he suppresses it forcefully, he can suppress it, but the rebound will probably be even more severe.
Therefore, Wu Zhao could only let Ning Chen suffer some physical pain, even if it was to teach Ning Chen a lesson and make Ning Chen have a longer memory.
Moreover, suppressing Ning Chen's spirit was not entirely a bad thing in Wu Zhao's opinion.
The two people came to the courtyard, and Zhou Dingzeng said to Ning Chen: "Master Ning, you are the younger generation who should write poems first."
Ning Chen smiled slightly: "It's okay. I'm young, so I can afford to wait. But when you're old, you can't afford to wait. It's better for you to go out first."
Zhou Dingzeng was really angry when he heard this.
Because Ning Chen really talked about Zhou Dingzeng's pain.
He has been a man of great literary talent throughout his life, but his Confucian practice has been difficult every step of the way. Now that he has reached this age, there is basically no hope of further progress.
So he really can't wait any longer now.
"Arrogant!"
After drinking for a lifetime, a book composed entirely of awe-inspiring aura floated out of Zhou Dingzeng's body.
This book is very big, almost as big as two square meters without opening it.
Then I saw Dingzeng opening the pages of the book with great awe, and then a poem flew out from the book.
"The carriages are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists."
…
As these words flew out, these words turned into armored warriors and mounted soldiers in the sky.
Ning Chen looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned.
Ning Chen knew that the Confucian system was so fancy, but Ning Chen never thought that the Confucian system was so fancy, and that the Confucian poetry competition was like a competition.
Watching the words flying out from the book of Haoran Zhengqi above Zhou Dingzeng's head, they turned into real soldiers.
Ning Chen was a little panicked at this moment.
It's not because his poetry talent is inferior to that of panic, but because Ning Chen doesn't have the awe-inspiring righteousness.
But Ning Chen's panic at this moment, in the eyes of the ministers, was a feeling of helpless, anxious and helpless defeat.
"Ning Chen really doesn't care about life and death. He even proposed to compare poems with Zhou Siye. Don't you know that Zhou Siye's poems are something that even the left prime minister thinks highly of?"
"I think Ning Chen knew that he would lose, so he chose Zhou Siye's strongest one as the challenge. This way, even if he loses, the loss won't be too ugly."
Among the officials, many were jealous that Ning Chen was about to assume real power.
Now that they see Ning Chen being so ignorant and going to die on his own, their hearts are filled with joy.
Zhou Siye looked at Ning Chen, who looked helpless, and said with a smile: "Master Ning, seeing that you are young and ignorant, let's just drop this matter."
Hearing what Zhou Siye said, the ministers couldn't help but give Zhou Siye another generous compliment.
But Ning Chen couldn't just let it go.
He must go to the Imperial College to take up his post, and that will complete his mission.
"No, I didn't say anything, how could we just let it go?" Ning Chen stopped him and said to Zhou Siye who was about to give up.
Zhou Siye stopped and looked at Ning Chen: "Then please ask Master Ning to write a poem?"
Ning Chen turned around and looked around, and finally his eyes were fixed on Sun Kejian: "Master Sun, can you lend me a little, is Haoran upright?"
"Ah, this..."
Sun Kejian was stunned when asked by Ning Chen.
Then the people present remembered that Ning Chen's Confucianism had not yet entered the realm, and there was no righteousness at all, so there was no way to promote the transformation of poetry.
"Ning Chen really doesn't know how to live and die. He doesn't even have Haoran's righteousness, so he has to compete with the seventh-grade Zhou Siye for his poetic talent."
"What do Ning Chen think? He doesn't even have the integrity of Haoran. Is he specifically trying to humiliate Zhou Siye?"
"It's over, now Ning Chen has completely offended Zhou Siye to death!"
"Zhou Siye has countless disciples. Even if His Highness wants to protect Ning Chen, I'm afraid he has to think carefully about it."
…
Sure enough, after Zhou Siye found out that Ning Chen and Haoran were not even upright, he blew his beard and glared on the spot:
"It's ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous. You don't even have Haoran's righteousness, so you want to compete with Zhou Wo? Do you mean to humiliate me?"
Ning Chen didn't expect Zhou Siye to be so angry suddenly.
"Don't you know that I'm not a good scholar in Confucianism and Taoism? It's not that I got the top prize in the examination, I have to be a good scholar in Confucianism and Taoism. After all, I'm still young, right?"
The word "young" once again deeply hurt Zhou Siye.
"Today, I must teach you a lesson, you arrogant person!" Zhou Siye was furious, and his originally fair cheeks turned red due to congestion.
"Master Sun, please lend me some righteousness." Ning Chen urged Sun Kejian.
Sun Kejian hesitated for a moment, but decided to borrow some of Ning Chen's righteousness.
Although borrowing some of Ning Chen's righteousness may offend Zhou Siye.
But if he didn't borrow it, Sun Kejian felt sorry for his conscience.
After all, in a sense, Ning Chen saved the lives of his whole family.
Just when Sun Kejian was about to borrow some of Ning Chen's awe-inspiring spirit, Ning Chen's hand suddenly felt heavy, and a thread-bound book appeared in Ning Chen's hand.
"I'll lend you this, kid, and let me see what amazing masterpiece you can write." An uninhibited voice came, and then everyone saw a man wearing a pure white Confucian shirt, no beard, and extremely well-maintained skin.
Well, a seemingly middle-aged scholar appeared in the courtyard.
"Master Kong!" After seeing the person coming, Wu Zhaodu stood up and bowed his hands as a disciple.
Just from Wu Zhao's behavior, we can see how extraordinary the person who came here is.
Although Wu Zhao also called Zhou Siye Master Zhou, he was just polite, and even his plump buttocks never left the stool.
But for the person who came now, Wu Zhao stood up and saluted.
"Left Prime Minister!"
The rest of the people saluted after Wu Zhao.
This is the left prime minister of that dragon who has neither head nor tail.
The real first civil servant.
Ning Chen searched his memory and found that the original owner had only heard of Zuo Xiang's name, but had never seen Zuo Xiang once.
This left prime minister is a being even crazier than Emperor Shun. Emperor Shun returned to practice Taoism, and he still wanted to go to court every day.
In Ning Chen's memory, this left prime minister had never been here once.
Ning Chen has been the top scholar for almost two years, and this is the first time he has met the left prime minister.
However, although people are crazy, they do have the capital to be crazy.
At the age of weak crown, one can achieve the Confucian Confucian sixth-grade mountains and rivers realm, and before forty, he can directly reach the fourth grade of Wentian Realm.
In the next thirty years, although there was no progress.
But for a genius like Zuo Xiang, it cannot be measured by normal standards.
Zuo Xiang is not only known as the strongest fourth-level player in all systems, but also the strongest third-level player in the system.
Everyone knows that it is not that Zuo Xiang cannot enter the third level, but because Zuo Xiang has been looking for a destiny that he really wants to establish.
Legend has it that over the years, Prime Minister Zuo soon found his destiny.
Once Zuo Xiang establishes his destiny, there will be an invincible third-level realm in the world, and it may even be a second-level realm.
Being invincible to the third level before the age of eighty, maybe even the second level, this is definitely another major event that creates history.
Therefore, everyone in the world knows that there is a fourth-grade scholar in the Great Wu Dynasty who cannot be messed with.
Of course, even if we don’t talk about Zuo Xiang’s abilities in cultivation, it is just his contribution to the Great Wu Dynasty.
No one in the Great Wu Dynasty dared to take care of the left prime minister.
After Zuo Xiang came to Shanhe, he had a sudden idea of joining the court as an official.
Directly worship the left prime minister, improve the imperial examination system, establish an evaluation system with four criteria and eight methods for officials, and build the Imperial College.
In less than twenty years, the Imperial College has become a holy place in the hearts of students all over the world.
This directly made the Imperial College a Confucian holy place alongside Yunzhong Academy.
It can be said that in the previous dynasty, Zuo Xiang, relying entirely on his own efforts, turned the Great Wu Dynasty, which was in decline in the Great Xia, around and created a prosperous age.
Therefore, whatever Zuo Xiang wants to do now, just do it. Even Emperor Shun has no way to deal with Zuo Xiang.
…
Ning Chen flipped through the book in his hand and found that there was not a single word on it.
"What's the use of this thing?" Ning Chen asked the left minister, holding the wordless book in his hand.
Prime Minister Zuo explained: "This is a sage's book, which was born when the Confucian sage ordained it."
"What is the destiny of a saint?" Ning Chen really didn't know about this stuff.
"Back then, the sage made a decree that all students in the world would have literature to study and books to read. Only then did the world have books." Prime Minister Zuo explained to Ning Chen.
This is like the destiny of a saint.
Prime Minister Zuo continued to explain: "The Sage's Book allows Confucian scholars who have not yet entered the Confucian class to use some of the abilities of the Confucian scholars who have entered the Confucian class when they do not have the awe-inspiring righteousness."
Ning Chen understood, this is the magic book.
"Then... uh, the strength that this sage book can exert cannot exceed the eighth level."
Prime Minister Zuo glanced at Ning Chen: "Do you think I will favor him?"
Ning Chen shook his head: "No, I think you will favor me. I'm afraid that he won't admit defeat when the time comes."
After hearing Ning Chen's words, Prime Minister Zuo couldn't help but chuckle: "Why do you think I will favor you?"
"There is an old saying that big men prefer geniuses." Ning Chen patiently explained to Zuo Xiang.
Although the Prime Minister has never heard of the word "big brother", with his understanding ability, he still understood the meaning of these two words in an instant.
"It's useless to flatter me. I have restricted this sage's book. It will not be used beyond the eighth-grade Haoran righteousness. As for whether you are a genius, it depends on your own performance." Zuo said flattering Ning Chen.
, no cold at all.
The left prime minister is a person who is used to being flattered. Anyone who wants to flatter the left prime minister every day has to line up.
So Xiang Zuo didn't care at all about what Ning Chen took, and at most he found it interesting.
Knowing that the magic power of this magic book would not exceed the eighth level, Ning Chen lowered his head and wrote a poem on the magic book.
After writing it, Ning Chen tore up the magic book directly.
But just when Ning Chen was about to type out the magic book, he said to Zhou Dingzeng: "Zhou Siye, why don't you come up with a few more poems? I'm worried that I'm too strong and your poems won't be able to handle it."
"Arrogant!"
"Show me your poem!"
When Ning Chen saw that Zhou Dingzeng didn't listen to him, he had no choice but to throw the magic book into the sky.
"Bang!"
The magic book exploded on the spot, and the awe-inspiring righteousness inside directly activated the poem written by Ning Chen.
After Ning Chen's poem was activated, did the people present see what Ning Chen had written?
"The bright moon of Zhou Dynasty is at Wu Shiguan, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
I wish that the flying generals of the Dragon City would be here, and I would not teach the barbarian horses to cross the Yin Mountains."
Ning Chen wrote a seven-character quatrain, which was not as long as Zhou Siye's war poem.
But every word is precious, and every word is full of invincible fighting spirit.
“What a poem!”
Kong Zuoxiang read it twice and directly gave the simplest and clearest evaluation.
It’s really not that Zuo Xiang lacks words, but that Zuo Xiang feels that if he gives some random comments, it would be a blasphemy to this good poem.
Not only did Prime Minister Zuo think this was a good poem, but everyone present stared at the seven-character quatrain written by Ning Chen with their eyes shining brightly on the sky.
The generals all feel excited and want to go into battle to kill the barbarians.
The eldest princess stared at which seven-character quatrain, with stars twinkling in her eyes.
At this moment, the eldest princess felt that she still didn't know Ning Chen well enough and had underestimated this guy.
With the support of Haoran Zhengqi, Ning Chen's seven-character quatrain was directly transformed into a seven-foot-tall Dragon City flying general wearing golden armor, a long sword at his waist, a long bow at his back and a blurred face.
As soon as Ning Chen's Dragon City flying generals came out, Zhou Siye's armored soldiers turned into war poems, immediately turned back into words, and eventually the words collapsed one after another.
"It fell apart before it even made contact. Isn't the gap too big?"
The gap is indeed too big.
This is a real Dragon City flying general, and although Zhou Siye's war poems are also exquisite, compared with Ning Chen's, they are far behind in artistic conception.
Zhou Siye had no idea that his most famous work would be so vulnerable to one of Ning Chen's quatrains.
This is the way of poetry that I am best at.
But Zhou Siye would never give up like this.
Zhou Siye began to flip through the collection of poems he had written with great righteousness.
This collection of poems is not only prepared by Zhou Siye to cultivate his literary realm, but also prepared by Zhou Siye for his own breakthrough.
After the Yangwen realm comes the mountains and rivers realm. Among poems, mountains and rivers are the most expressive.
This is the path that Zhou Siye has thought of all along. He wants to break through two realms in a row and let everyone see that he, Zhou Siye, is worthy of the title of Great Confucian.
But at this moment, facing Ning Chen's seven-character quatrain war poem, his proud work was defeated.
Soon another war poem flew out from Zhou Siye's Haoran book.
It's just that this is also a poem about soldiers. The key is the artistic conception, which is really very different.
The result is the same, it breaks when touched.
Another song was broken, and Zhou Siye went crazy.
We really can’t blame Zhou Siye for not being good at nourishing Qi.
In fact, this is the area that Zhou Siye is most proud of. At the same time, this is also the only bottom line for Zhou Siye to feel that he is worthy of the position of Imperial College Siye.
After being criticized for three poems in a row, Zhou Siye and Zhou Yu gritted their teeth and took out a poem that he had kept at the bottom of the box.
"The general comes out of Zishai, and Maodun is in Wucai. Jia Xuan is in the north of Yanmen, and the formation is in the south of Yilong City."
This is also a war poem describing a general, and this general is still in the Dawu Dynasty, but he is also guarding the border at this time.
This is the farewell poem Zhou Siye wrote for the general in front of everyone in the world when he left the city.
This is also the poem that made Zhou Siye famous all over the world in poetry, and it is also the poem that made the general famous all over the world.
It’s definitely Zhou Siye’s top pick.
"Zhou Siye even used the poem that was at the bottom of the box. Even if Ning Chen loses, it will be an honor even if he loses."
"Yes, I really didn't expect that Ning Chen would have such attainments in poetry."
"Ning Chen is arrogant, that's because Ning Chen has the capital to be arrogant. It seems that Ning Chen has decided on the position of the Imperial College Registrar. A powerful official was born like this."
Most of the people who evaluate Ning Chen in private have no good intentions towards Ning Chen.
First of all, not to mention other things, for these scholars, disrespecting their teachers is the biggest sycophancy.
Never mind whether Ning Chen has poetic talent or not.
But what they didn't know was that this was exactly the effect Ning Chen wanted.
I just want to ascend to power forcefully, and I just want to make you think that I want to be a sycophant without a teacher.
"Sun Yushi, do you think Ning Chen can win?" A censor next to Sun Kejian asked Sun Kejian, who was watching the court intently.
Sun Kejian looked at the situation on the field, was silent for a while, and finally shook his head: "I can't say for sure. Ning Chen's Dragon City flying generals have not really taken action yet."
Yes, Ning Chen's Dragon City flying generals have not actually taken action until now.
Zhou Siye's station master appeared, and a majestic general with a clear face and a spear appeared in the void.
In terms of height and momentum, this spear general is definitely not inferior to Ning Chen's Dragon City Flying General.
This general appeared, and Ning Chen's Dragon City flying generals finally moved.
I saw him take off the long bow from his back, draw the bow on the spot, and almost without aiming, an arrow flew out.
This was an arrow that condensed unparalleled fighting spirit. It carried the overwhelming momentum of suppressing the border and flew towards General Zhou Siye.
"Bang!"
The arrow from the flying general of Dragon City directly hit the general who had been transformed from Zhou Siye's war poem.
Zhou Siye's general collapsed on the spot and turned into a puddle of dirty ink.
Then there was another 'bang' sound, and the book of Haoran Zhengqi above Zhou Siye's head collapsed into two halves.
Zhou Siye spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and sat on the ground dejectedly. He suddenly became more than ten years older, as if he was about to die.
At the same time, Ning Chen's Dragon City flying generals were all used up, and all the awe-inspiring righteousness on a page of the magic book turned into little bits of starlight.
At this time, no one cared about Zhou Siye, everyone's attention was on Ning Chen.