Happy Little Scholar

In ancient times, there was a man who loved poetry as his life. He lost in a poetry contest and was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood. Today, Cui Yanxin was slapped in the face and fainted because of the sentence "I force myself to be sad in order to compose new poems". Tianlai Novel

Although he is far inferior to that good poet, if what happened tonight is spread, it will probably become a joke for many people after dinner.

In a few years, perhaps the top three scholars of the same year or even the current emperor will be forgotten by future generations, but the name of Cui Jinshi will be known to everyone when talking about the allusion of "force myself to be sad in order to compose new poems".

Cui Yanxin just fainted because of a surge of blood. There was no need to call a doctor. Everyone helped him to a chair beside him, pinched his Ren Zhong and slapped him. In a few breaths, he woke up again.

His face was still extremely red, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or because he was slapped just now. He pretended to be weak and didn't dare to come closer.

That poem was more lethal to him than being beaten with dozens of boards. From now on, Cui Yanxin would never be able to get rid of the hat of "forcing sorrow" in his life.

At this time, the eyes of the scholars and officials in the scene changed immediately when they looked at the young man.

It was said in the unofficial history that in the Shu Han Dynasty, Zhuge Kongming relied on his eloquence to make Wang Lang speechless and angry before the battle, and he crashed to death under the horse.

They thought it was just an exaggeration of the unofficial history, but seeing this situation today, they had unknowingly believed it by about 70%.

Wan Ruoqing held the corner of her clothes tightly with both hands. She knew that Li Yi's poems were powerful, but these people were also the best among scholars, and the newly-appointed Jinshi were far from those who claimed to be talented.

However, when she saw Li Yi write the word, the young man fainted in shame and anger, which made her forget the discomfort for a moment. Her lips were slightly parted and she could not speak.

The next moment, the surprise in her heart turned into tension and worry.

"It's bad, it's bad. Mr. Li made that man faint in front of so many Jinshi and officials. They will definitely not let it go. If they make those adults dissatisfied, then..."

She blamed herself very much. If she had not rejected Cui Yanxin's request just now, the current situation would not have happened. When she was extremely regretful, Jiang Zian had already walked over with a gloomy face.

"Yanxin and Your Excellency are both Jinshi in the same year. Your Excellency's behavior is probably a bit too much, right?"

When two scholars who did not know each other met, they mostly called each other "brother". The two words "Your Excellency" had a sense of alienation.

The surrounding Jinshi also echoed, and almost all stood on the opposite side of Li Yi.

It was because of his previous sentence "forcing sorrow to compose new poems" that was directed at Cui Yanxin, but it almost scolded everyone present. He was too aggressive, so everyone was naturally dissatisfied with him.

The officials in the field didn't care much about it. They had been in the officialdom for many years and had experienced a lot. It was common for scholars to be jealous of women. If they asked themselves, if the woman was also their favorite, they would probably do something angry when Cui Yanxin criticized them like this.

Of course, Dong Zhifu's previous actions also made these old foxes not speak easily.

"Sorry, this "Sir" guessed wrong. This official is not a new Jinshi." Li Yi looked at him and said lightly.

"This official?"

Jiang Zian's expression froze when he heard this, and the people around him were also shocked.

He just said "this official"?

In other words, the person in front of them had already entered the officialdom before them.

The court has not yet appointed the new Jinshi this year, which means that he is not of the same year as them. Although they will take this path sooner or later, at least not yet. Everyone looks at Cui Yanxin... This is embarrassing.

This time, the adults will probably not stand on their side.

Wan Ruoqing looked at Li Yi, and was surprised and suspicious. When did he enter the officialdom... Is he lying to these people?

If it were in other occasions, it would be fine, but there are many adults present today, and it must be impossible to get away with it...

"Hehe, Li Xianwei's reputation as the first talent is indeed well-deserved, but what does this "I want to say something, I want to say something, but I don't want to say it, but I say it's a good autumn" mean?" Prefect Dong looked at him and smiled, "I am curious, what exactly is Li Xianwei worried about in his heart that he can't say more, you might as well say it today, don't worry about offending anyone, I am a student of Jingguo, and I will not be convicted by words."

When Prefect Dong said this, the scene suddenly became quiet.

His words revealed a lot of information.

Li Xianwei, the first talent..., then, the sadness revealed in this poem, what exactly is it?

Dong Zhifu revealed Cui Yanxin's matter in one sentence, and no one paid attention to Jiang Zian who just stood up. The new scholars wondered what was going on with this "first talent"..., Dong Zhifu seemed to be very familiar with him, would their actions just now make Dong Zhifu dissatisfied...

Liu Zhixian and some lower-ranking officials probably thought the same, but Professor Feng and several people around Dong Zhifu knew that Dong Zhifu's words were definitely more than that simple.

Thinking about the poem just now, it suddenly became clear in my heart.

Worrying about the country, but unable to say it, is he afraid of something?

Could it be that he was using this to express his dissatisfaction with the conservative faction that controlled the government?

At this time, Professor Feng's eyes looking at Li Yi changed for the second time.

The past is used to set off the present, and the existence is used to write the non-existence, and the non-existence is used to write the existence. The word "sorrow" is highlighted and exaggerated, and it is used as a clue to spread out layer by layer. The emotions are sincere and euphemistic, and the words are shallow but the meaning is deep. If a loyal person who is excluded and suppressed and has no way to serve the country is worried, it is understandable, but he is clearly not interested in official career and does not want to be an official. Why is he so sad?

Reading carefully, what is revealed between the lines is that he is unable to do anything when seeing the country's affairs deteriorate day by day, and he is worried that he cannot get rid of his sorrow. He is unwilling to enter the officialdom because he does not want to be used by the peace-keeping faction...

And the "stubborn disease of not being able to be an official" is probably an excuse for this.

No wonder Governor Dong looks at him differently. If this is true, then his sorrow is in Governor Dong's heart!

It turns out that I have always blamed him wrongly!

Professor Feng's face flushed with shame. Such feelings... I am far inferior to him!

At this time, Li Yi was still depressed. How could this little official have so many problems? He himself didn't know what he was worried about. He had only one purpose for taking out this word, which was to slap the face of the shameless Jinshi who bullied even girls. Why did he think so much?

Even Professor Feng didn't say anything. Why did a scholar always interrupt? Didn't you see that Professor Feng's face was red with anger?

"Li County Lieutenant, Dong Zhifu asked you a question..."

Although Liu County Magistrate was very afraid of Li Yi's "background", it was not good to leave Dong Zhifu there all the time. Seeing this, he spoke in a low voice to remind him.

"What, Dong Zhifu?" Li Yi's expression was stunned. The little little official suddenly turned into a prefect. This turn was too fast, so he was a little bit unable to react for a while.