Liu Juzheng, a fourth-rank Confucian scholar, was worshiped by Fengge Zhongshusheren. He was equivalent to the secretary of the Prime Minister Zhongshu Ling and Zhongshu Shilang, and was also one of the candidates for the future prime minister.

He looks forty years old, but is actually over eighty years old. He is not tall, has an unattractive appearance, and is slightly stout. He hangs around all day long, and his face looks rosy, but his eyes are always filled with sadness.

Although Chen Yanjun met Liu Sheren for the first time, the original owner knew him well.

Because 16 years ago, Liu Juzheng, like the original owner, was a poor scholar from a small place.

Fifty years ago, Liu Juzheng was the top student in high school and immediately entered the Imperial College to teach Confucian classics.

After living in Chang'an City, which is rich in spiritual energy for a long time, one day I suddenly condensed my energy and formed an elixir, and automatically entered the first level. Only then did I realize how high my talent is!

He started practicing Confucianism at the age of twenty-three, and rose to the rank of fourth-rank Confucian master in just thirty years. Unfortunately, because he missed the golden age of cultivation, he did not make any progress in the next thirty years. He was just one step away from being a great Confucian master.

Ten years ago, I joined Feng Pavilion as an official. I wanted to take the official path to gain power and influence, and to obtain spiritual resources and secret method practice.

It's a pity that he comes from a humble background, has an average level of flattery, and is unwilling to do truly evil things. As a result, he has been an official for ten years, and he is still a Samaritan... You must know that other Samaritans are generally only fifth or sixth grade.

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In the past few years, I have been depressed and depressed, so I simply lay down and wandered around the land of fireworks...

Chen Yanjun suddenly realized that the humble fourth-grade Confucian scholar Liu Juzheng in front of him was already as high as a poor boy in this society could reach.

It stands to reason that the fourth-grade Confucian master is no longer weak, but Chang'an City is at the foot of the emperor, and there are more than a hundred strong third-grade men. A fourth-grade Confucian master with no background has to bow his head.

However, what Chen Yanjun didn't know was that Liu Juzheng had recently met his noble lady, Mrs. Zhang.

If he can get along with Mrs. Zhang, he can get along with Eunuch Qiu, join the Shence Army, seek a powerful official position, and get more high-level cultivation resources to attack the third level.

The three provinces and six ministries, Fengge Luantai, have long become a puppet organization that only obeys the orders of Eunuch Qiu.

This time, Liu Juzheng was secretly invited by the Zhang family to write twelve poems on twelve themes for Mr. Zhang in advance. If the topics on the spot exceeded the outline, he would compose poems temporarily and secretly pass them on to Mr. Zhang using a secret method.

However, getting drunk was not part of the plan...

Huo Longwei shouted sharply:

"This is Princess Ping An!"

Only then did Liu Juzheng realize that what he had just said had insulted the princess. He was so frightened that he was half drunk and knelt down quickly.

Before she even knelt down, she heard Mrs. Zhang from the guest seat saying coldly:

"Master Liu is also a fourth-grade scholar in Fengge Luantai. He will be the prime minister in the future. How can he kneel down casually?"

In fact, officials in the Tang Dynasty did not need to kneel down when meeting the emperor, but some did dance.

"Sober up and take a closer look. The person sitting on the throne is the princess, not your majesty. Keep the gold under your knees to serve the people of the Tang Dynasty."

"Hurry up and apologize to the princess!"

Mrs. Zhang makes big things small.

Chen Yanjun listened silently, always feeling that Mrs. Zhang was too strong. Could it be that she was Eunuch Qiu's old lover before he entered the palace?

When Liu Juzheng heard this, he had to stand back. He had to bow to the princess, grimaced, crossed his hands and said:

"Liu drank too much just now and offended the princess. Please punish her!"

Chen Yanjun looked at the curvature of his bow, which showed the spirit of Japanese craftsmanship.

Although he is clearly the strongest in the audience, he is submissive to the princess and Mrs. Zhang, and has no aura of a strong person at all.

So real.

It is true that the world respects the strong, but it is not based on individuals, but on background and power.

A poor boy with extraordinary talents works hard all his life, but in the end he is just a dog for the powerful.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that it was a good thing he had a plug-in, otherwise he would just lie there without explaining.

Li Chan saw Liu Juzheng being so groveling, with a bitter look on his face, so he didn't care anymore.

"I've always heard that Liu Sheren is extremely talented. It's already depressing to just be a Sheren. There's no need to punish him anymore."

Liu Juzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you princess for your generosity!"

Mrs. Zhang didn’t say any pleasantries and said straight to the point:

"Master Liu is amazingly talented in poetry and prose, and he has always been impartial. I happened to meet him today and asked him to help me blindly review the masterpieces of the two young masters. I wonder if Master Liu can do this small favor?"

Liu Juzheng quickly bent down and nodded:

"Liu, you will definitely fulfill your mission!"

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Lean less.

The poem begins.

Chen Yanjun and Mr. Zhang sat face to face at the Eight Immortals Table.

In front of him were paper, ink, pen and inkstone, as well as a lit stick of incense.

Liu Juzheng then took his seat, picked up the tea cup, looked at the two talents, and inexplicably thought of himself when he was young.

Li Chan said impatiently:

"Open the title of the poem quickly."

The matchmaker led by the Zhang family was responsible for untying the paper balls with poem titles written by Cheng Zhiang in advance.

"Using mountain climbing as the title, I write about my spiritual practice, limited to seven rules, and limited to one stick of incense."

When Li Chan heard this, she turned to look at Cheng Zhiang who was standing beside her, frowned and complained:

"Dr. Cheng, I asked you to give me a question. Is this how you deceive Mr. Chen? How can he, a mortal, have any spiritual enlightenment?"

Cheng Zhiang was speechless for a moment.

He does have some selfish motives.

He has a lot of knowledge, but he has been unable to enter the imperial examination for many years. He thinks that he has been abandoned by the times, so he wants to hear the young people's insights on spiritual practice and what they have learned.

It just so happened that Mr. Zhang lived with the army all year round and did not enter the imperial examination until he returned to Chang'an as an adult.

Although Mr. Chen is a mortal, he seems to have extraordinary abilities, and he may have some insights into nourishing Qi.

Zhang Wei was relieved when he heard the title of the poem.

He quickly regained his composure. Seeing Dr. Cheng's embarrassment, he opened his folding fan and excused himself:

"Why don't ordinary people have spiritual enlightenment? The enlightenment of failure is also enlightenment, and it will even be more profound, enough to wake up the world and avoid taking detours."

Chen Yanjun said nothing.

It feels like someone is targeting him as a copycat...

Who in normal ancient times would have any spiritual enlightenment?

It can only be approximated by feelings.

In addition, it must be written on the surface that mountain climbing is limited to seven rules and one stick of incense.

The first song that came to his mind was Su Shi's "Inscribed on the Western Forest Wall" with a similar theme.

Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.

I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

——The poem is good and quite insightful, but it’s a pity that it’s not Qilu.

The second song that comes to mind is "Ascend the High" by Du Fu.

The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.

The endless falling trees rustle, the endless Yangtze River rolls in...

——Mountain Mountain, Qilu, was written after the Anshi Rebellion. The original owner of Chen Yanjun had never heard of this poem in this world.

Unfortunately, it is not about spiritual practice or reading insights.

After much thought, I couldn't think of a suitable one.

This time, it was really difficult for him, a master of copywriting and public collection!

Fortunately, he is a student of the Chinese Department after all.

If it doesn't work, just write an original second-rate seven-rhyme song based on the insights from the third realm of nourishing qi.

He had already thought of the name: "Climbing Wuzhishan".

I thought about a few sentences, but I can’t bear to read them...

It seems that both the original owner and Chen Yanjun himself have average poetic talents.

Poetry, after all, is an art, and it cannot be mastered by simply studying Chinese for four years.

Chen Yanjun meditated hard and recalled the poems of various dynasties in previous lives, but he could not find any famous poems about mountain climbing and enlightenment.

At this time, he suddenly realized a problem.
To be continued...