Chapter 1158 Disaster

More than ten literati felt that they were not appreciated, so they borrowed the opportunity to complain to the Wuhou Temple to show their superiority. But someone in front of them said that I would write a poem, and then you can get out quickly.

This is a face-to-face slap!

"rude!"

"If you can't do it, you must be severely punished today!"

"The woman looked calm."

The new city is very calm and even looking forward to it.

I encountered countless beautiful scenery along the way, but Jia Ping'an refused to write poems and just slowly enjoyed it with her.

Xiao Jia is finally going to write a poem.

The brothels in Chang'an City were eager to see each other, so they expected Master Jia to write a poem there, but in recent years, Jia Ping'an seemed to have had no talent, and there was no one.

Some people from the outside world say that Jia Ping'an is immersed in the officialdom and in the fight. Those intrigues and drums and horns have slaughtered his poetic talent.

The new city is looking forward to it.

Jia Ping'an thought for a while and looked inside with his hands behind his back.

"Where is the Prime Minister's Hall to be found? Outside Jinguan City, it is full of cypresses."

These two sentences start freely and freshly, and there is no slight craftsmanship.

The man with a slimming face was stubborn, "But it's ordinary!"

"The green grass reflects the spring scenery of the steps, and the oriole is so beautiful that it is empty across the leaves."

"It's still normal." The man with a thin face turned red.

Xincheng whispered: "The scenery of spring is beautiful and the sound is so good that there is no word to pay tribute to Wuhou, but it makes people feel sad."

This is the highest level of writing poetry.

Those tourists thought there was no good poem, but after hearing these sentences, they rushed up and stared at Jia Ping'an with breath.

A group of people are looking forward to hearing good poems today.

Jia Ping'an turned sideways and saw Xincheng looking at him slightly, and then smiled.

"Three times I have been worried about the world's plans, and the two dynasties will help the old ministers."

Two lines of poetry actually summarize Wu Hou's life.

The man with a thin face was shocked, and the sentence was still ordinary but could no longer be expressed.

The tourists all exclaimed.

The Shu people have this kind of urination. If they feel good, they will shout loudly when they feel comfortable.

What a cover-up, that's not the character of Brother Pao.

Xincheng was shocked, but what he thought of was Jia Ping'an.

Xiao Jia is young and the emperor is in poor health. If this continues, Xiao Jia will probably be an old minister of the two dynasties...

"Die before he succeeds, the hero will be filled with tears."

Jia Ping'an nodded slightly.

There is silence.

The man with a thin face turned around, and the literati were stunned.

The chance of a person encountering famous works in his life is probably similar to buying lottery tickets. For example, the Wuhou Temple has been built for many years, but so far, no such famous works as Jia Ping'an has ever appeared.

More than a dozen literati felt that they had won the lottery.

He actually witnessed the birth of a famous poem in person.

But they appear as anti-angle.

"Good poem!"

A tourist shouted, "I have to do it!"

"Although I don't understand poetry, I feel deeply moved and can't help but think of the life of Wuhou."

"Who is this person? He can actually make famous works..."

"Is it a famous scholar?"

"If you don't do it well, you will be the children of the gentry."

"The children of the gentry never mingle with the people, you want to be a waste of money!"

"Who is he?"

Tourists flocked to him, and Jia Ping'an quickly led the new city into the city.

Xincheng looked at his back, looking at his spine, his eyes full of intoxication.

After they walked for a while, a literati was shocked and cursed: "This is a poem written by Duke Zhao in Chang'an. This man actually fooled us."

Shu is remote and the news is inconvenient, but this literati remembers this poem.

A group of literati cursed and wanted to vomit blood.

...

The local celebrity Qiu Xin had a cold face and talked to several companions.

"The Xinxue School talked, saying that there would be more enrollment meetings next year. Many local people were moved. It is reported that even officials wanted to send their children... This is digging the roots we are waiting for."

The smiling Shi Xun said, "I also know about this. It is said that this is an order from Chang'an. They feel that they have gained a firm foothold in Yizhou and are about to expand."

"A group of bitch slaves are said to be prosperous in Chang'an, but this is Yizhou!" Dou He curled his lips disdainfully.

"I think I should put pressure on this matter."

Shi Xun smiled very kindly, "Put pressure from the official side!"

Qiu Xin said dissatisfiedly: "Do you think the Governor's Office dares to touch Jia Ping'an's bad intentions?"

Dou He sneered, "There are many like-minded gentlemen in Yizhou. We join forces. Who dares to send their children to Xinxue School and then isolate him."

"This is a plan to eliminate the problem! The firewood is removed from the bottom of the pot."

"no?"

"OK!"

"We must first kill the chicken to warn the monkey, not kill the monkey to warn the chicken!"

...

Jia Shun was a member of the army of the governor's office of Yizhou, but in fact each state has its own set of troops, and his position as a member of the army is not well-known.

But Jia Shun, who is also one of the important parts of the Governor's Office, is very satisfied with the status quo.

The only thing I worry about is the future of my son Jia Yun.

"You used to study in the state school, and there was no hope of imperial examinations. For your father, you often think about what you can do in the future? It's okay to be a minor official, but as a minor official, you have to suffer step by step at the bottom. For your father, you are harsh on your daily basis, but you don't want you to suffer such a hardship..."

Jia Yun didn't expect that his father, who was once harsh, would say these kind father words today. He said in disguise: "Aye, are you drinking too much?"

Bang!

After being slapped in the back of the head, Jia Yun became at ease and grinned, "Aye, why don't I go to do business?"

"Don't be so shit!"

Jia Shun looked straight, "I was embarrassed when I was doing business, and now I came up with a good idea for my father. The new school is accepting registration recently, but what entrance exams should be done. If you have the foundation, you can naturally enter."

"New study?"

Jia Yun's young man couldn't help but say happily: "They said that new learning is interesting."

"It's for you to learn skills, not fun!"

Jia Shun slapped him again, "Go and change clothes, and turn around and take you to sign up for your father. By the way, don't change your new clothes... Then, I heard that the new school is not about the wealth and the poor. If you wear new clothes, they will think that a playboy has come... Go quickly!"

The father and son set out later and went straight to the school.

The school is built in the city, quite wide, but the house is simple.

"Aye, this class is not as good as the county students."

Jia Yun was a little disappointed, worried that this was a dilapidated house.

"What do you know? Someone from Chang'an came to Yizhou and said that the new school does not focus on luxury, but on solidity and durability. What else do you say... Rainbow things will only fascinate the eyes of teachers and students."

Jia Shun agrees with this view, "Think about it, do you read textbooks or luxury? Children are not strong in their hearts and will naturally be attracted by luxury and then compare with each other... Can they learn well?"

Jia Yun was dissatisfied, "Aye, our school class in the county was originally a courtyard of a wealthy family. It was quite luxurious, but no one was distracted."

He felt that his father was getting old and became more and more conservative.

After entering the school, a gentleman is registering.
To be continued...