In Deng Jian's opinion, no matter how Ye Chunqiu's article is written, it seems to be hypocritical.

Ye Chunqiu, Ye Chunqiu, you are too young, how can you know that this Shilin Qingming is a double-edged sword, which can make you successful in one day, and can also make you lose your mouth and chew mud. It's really foolish...

But when he thought about it carefully, such a fool actually suppressed him. Deng Jian felt even more depressed. At least he had been named on the list and was proud. Now he is a censor and censor. His career is still smooth. Why is he not as good as a small juren?

He first went to the Mao point, and after paying the payment, he returned to the Zhejiang Inspector Censorate Office. Huang Xin was buried in his office. The workshop of the Assistant Censor Zhang Shao was in his house. Through the curtain, he seemed to see the Assistant Censor being busy.

The hall seemed deserted. Deng Jian stepped in, Huang Xin raised his eyes, and even the revenge between his colleagues was hidden in his heart. Huang Xin still greeted him: "Oh, Censor Deng is back."

Deng Jian nodded to him and then returned to his desk. He had no intention of taking office for a while, but just asked the clerk to serve tea.

At this time, a clerk hurriedly said, "Taibai Collection has been on sale and has been delivered."

Before Deng Jian could react, Huang Xin stood up, and the censor Zhang Shao, the assistant censor inside, also came out and said in unison: "Where is it? Did I pre-order it?"

Well... the clerk said: "It's Huang Jingshi."

Deng Jian was annoyed. It turned out that you all bought this Taibaiji. Humph... Ye Chunqiu said nonsense, what's the point? He is not alive, and you are still making excuses.

Although he thought so, he couldn't help but stretch his neck. He saw the clerk sending Taibai Ji to Huang Xin's hand. Zhang Shao also came over. Deng Jian was anxious and couldn't help but say, "Civil Huang, let me see, let me see... I know the passage of pacifying the Japanese, and I can't hide anything from me. I can tell at first glance."

This person is always so annoying, he becomes irritable, and Huang Xin wants to let him get out of here. Zhang Shao also dislikes him a little, but he endures it.

Deng Jian snatched the book, and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, I'll tell the truth. It's a great wise man to write his own achievements. If he doesn't say it well, it's a joke. If I beat the Japanese, I should ask the Censor of the Duo to write it. Censor Huang..." He glanced at Huang Xin, well, forget it, let this guy praise him. Who knows if he will wait for an opportunity to take revenge and say something strange?

As he said, he quickly flirted with the book, and then frowned: "It's strange, why can't I find it? It's not a fool, right? There is no such thing as Ye Chunqiu who pacified the Japanese..."

At this time, he stopped talking. This article was in a very inconspicuous place, um... the size of a palm, and... it was a poem...

Also written poetry.

When he thought of Ye Chunqiu writing poems, he felt a headache.

However... writing poetry is the easiest to exaggerate. Deng Jian was happy. Ye Chunqiu was so desperate. People asked you to write about your own experience of pacifying the Japanese. If you write articles well and write them truthfully, it is the best choice. You should neither be too humble nor exaggerate too much.

But you actually wrote a poem.

Regarding this, Deng Jian is the one who knows the most. He is the censor. The matters that the Shilin is discussing clearly is his specialty. To put it bluntly, a person's mouth is just a knife. Many times, the more the limelight, the faster he dies. No matter who you are, as long as you discuss it, you will inevitably be criticized.

So the matter of stating one's achievements is almost a matter of seeking death.

In fact, it was not just him. Even Huang Xin, who cared about Ye Chunqiu, frowned, thinking that Ye Chunqiu was too frivolous this time.

It would be fine if you just write articles, but if you just write poems, you should know that writing poems is different from articles. Poetry is the easiest to exaggerate, because only exaggeration is called poetry. It is like looking back and smiling, and the beauties in the harem are colorless; or it may flow down three thousand feet, which is suspected to be falling from the Milky Way to the sky.

The former describes a woman's beauty to the extreme, while the latter is obviously a waterfall, you are still three thousand feet long, and the Milky Way falls to the sky. From a poetic perspective, it can certainly make people think a lot, but from a realistic perspective, why don't you go to heaven? Three thousand feet long, you are a ghost, you are so bullying me and I have never seen the Milky Way?

If this is the same as the shuangwu, it will be so hyped, and it will be boasting about itself, isn’t this arbitrary death?

But Deng Jian said, "Xiao Zhuo is at ease, worrying about the old alliance."

My life is very comfortable now, but don't forget that we have a Japanese neighbor.

Well... there is no problem with the rhythm, and it is not very outstanding.

Deng Jian continued to recite: "Call the wine and greet the guest, and wave the sword to sit and talk about the war."

If a friend comes, hurry up and take out a wine glass to entertain guests and discuss the issue of Japanese disasters.

Still plain.

Deng Jiannian said: "The cloud protects toothpicks are full, and the stars contain swords are horizontal."

Deng Jian felt as he was chanting, and this poem was very calm, it was just that I read and practice martial arts very late every day.

Huang Xin and Zhang Shao were both calm and had no touching.

Very ordinary poems, and they can't arouse too much interest.

Deng Jian sneered in his heart: "Ye Chunqiu's level has declined. In addition to the rhythm, this poem also talks about the past, and the rest... is just the level of the pen and poem."

He continued to read the last paragraph: "It is not my intention to be a marquis, I hope the sea will be peaceful!"

The last sentence...

Still very flat.

But... there is something that seems to penetrate people's hearts all at once.

Well... I don't want to be a marquis, I hope the sea waves will be peaceful...

The three of them looked at each other in a glance.

Deng Jian's face had been pulled down.

Huang Xin's eyes lit up: Although I live a comfortable life, I always feel a sense of sorrow in my heart. Oh, it turns out that it is because the Japanese crisis is getting worse and worse, making me sleepless. I read and practice martial arts every day, worry about the country and the people. But the last sentence is directly pushed to me, I do this, not to make contributions and be a marquis, but what I want is just a peace and prosperity for the people.

A very simple poem is like looking up at the bright moon and thinking of your hometown. It is simple and unpretentious. However, the simpler this sentence is, the more it can arouse the spiritual resonance of everyone.

It is also as simple as worrying about the world before worrying, but this sentence can be remembered for thousands of years and sung for thousands of years.

It is not my intention to be a marquis, I hope the sea will be peaceful.

There is no writing about slaughtering the Japanese, nor is there any boasting about my achievements, but just telling everyone that I... just want the people to live and work in peace and contentment, that's it.

Full of sentiments.
Chapter completed!