Mr. Dongguo's face became very strange.

?If Mr. Dongguo just thinks this poem is extremely strange, then he should be happy with Mr. Dongguo's thoughts.

Why is it such an expression that is almost angry and unwilling?

After a long time, the water pavilion was silent and the needles could be heard.

Finally, Mr. Dongguo spoke, as if he was a roar of a Haoran lion: "Okay, you are a boy who doesn't know the best of heaven and earth!"

Xun Youfang's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came instantly.

The next second, his unexplained premonition came true.

Mr. Dongguo seemed to have finally adjusted his tone of speaking and shouted sternly: "Okay, 'If I am the Qing Emperor in this year, I will repay the same peach blossoms as my peach blossoms'!"

"Boy, please explain to me, what do you mean by these last two sentences?"

After a word fell, everyone suddenly became terrified.

There was no cold wind sweeping across the mountain, but everyone felt the chill was biting, and some even shivered unconsciously.

This chill is even more than the feeling given by Xun Youfang's poem "Ode to Xinyi".

Qin Feng's poems do not describe scenery, but make people feel more chilling than the poems that describe scenery.

The reason is that Qin Feng's words have murderous aura, like a general who has achieved hundreds of millions of dying bones!

Qin Feng's words are also powerful, like an emperor under the world!

If he had not been in charge of more than 100 million soldiers and generals in the lower world and had become one emperor in two worlds, who could have such murderous aura and such pressure?

Mr. Dongguo suddenly put the poem scroll in his hand on the table, and he shouted sternly: "The Qing Emperor is not only the god of Si Chun, but also the god of the upper realm that evolved into the Book of Changes in the legend. He is the ancestor of our Confucian and Taoist families... You are simply brave!"

Everyone saw that he spread the poem scroll in his hand, and the last line of poetry on it was - If I were the Emperor of Green in the past, I would be rewarded with the peach blossoms!

At first, some people thought that Mr. Dongguo was deliberately taking things out of context and framed them.

After all, such things are not uncommon in the academy.

But when everyone saw the words on the scroll, they clearly found that the meaning of this poem was very obvious, not because it was taken out of context by Mr. Dongguo and deliberately framed.

Qin Feng did write an "anti-poetry".

You should know that the Book of Changes is a heavenly book that is respected by Confucianism and Taoism. It is rumored that this book was written by Emperor Qing.

It is conceivable how much taboo Qin Feng made. Is this the ancestor of Confucian and Taoist families?

Where can the Qing Emperor be the only one who wants to be a "other year"?

Qin Feng smiled faintly, as if he was not deterred by Mr. Dongguo. He said: "It is a saying that I am willing to be talented but not appreciated. I write my own thoughts, hoping to become a wise ruler like the Qing Emperor, so that talents who are born at the wrong time can compete with peach blossoms for a while. Isn't this a saying that?"

Mr. Dongguo laughed furiously, and he sneered: "You are just planning to be ill-gotten!"

Faced with the whispers of countless students around him, Qin Feng was calm and replied loudly: "Is there a Qing Emperor in Shangqing Academy? Who am I planning to do? Where am I not kneeling?"

Qin Feng changed his tone and looked straight at Dong Guosheng, who was the host. He shouted: "Or, some people are dreaming of becoming the Qing Emperor, so they think I am planning to be a ill-gotten one?"

Mr. Dongguo's face changed suddenly by Qin Feng's last sentence. He shouted: "You are slandering and making excuses!"

Some people say that the more guilty arises, the more you will be, the more you will be hoarse.

Mr. Dongguo seems to be like this now.

"Can such a traitorous poem be used to participate in the literary fair? Isn't it a big joke in the world!"

When he grabbed the poem in front of him and reached out to tear it apart, something unexpected happened.

"Buzz!"

A light of literature suddenly rose from the poem!

Mr. Dongguo, who grabbed the poem, immediately felt like he had grabbed the hot potato, and his hand trembled and he couldn't help but relax.

Just when everyone thought that the poem was about to fall directly on the ground and dusty, the literary light turned gray and the literary light turned from red to green. The original poem scroll facing down was actually lifted by the literary light and suspended in the air.

Xun Youfang only took a look and felt as if his face was ashes and could not say a word.

The literary light is blue, nine feet long!

For a moment, the entire water pavilion exploded like thunder, and everyone was talking about each other wildly.

Before, Xun Youfang directly wrote a poem about the blue Wenguang eight-foot poem, which was shocking.

Unexpectedly, there are even more powerful players, and Qin Feng actually made a work of green light on the spot.

And it's not too much or too little, it's nine feet tall!

It just happened to suppress Xun Youfang!

Time is fate?

Or is it because of strength?

What makes people even more ironic is that the poem, which was clearly deposed by Mr. Dongguo to be "despair" and has reached the poem second only to the blue literary light and the great success of the poem.

This face hurts so much!

Face is something that people in Shangqing Academy see more important than life.

At this moment, Mr. Dongguo's face seemed to be slapped on the ground by Qin Feng, and was trampled hard by everyone present, and he couldn't even pick it up!

"Who is it? Who is secretly making fraud?!"

At this moment, Mr. Dongguo's eyes were red and hissing, "How could Shiwen show Wen Guang by himself? Who is plotting against me behind my back?"

At this moment, a figure in a black Confucian uniform came out from the crowd, and his voice was as cold as a clear spring: "Dong Guo Sheng, have you been embarrassed enough?"

Mr. Dongguo was about to rely on his seniority when he suddenly realized that the person who came was Fazheng, who was also a scholarly position in the academy like him.

Moreover, Fa Zheng was the descendant of the Legal family and also held the punishment room of the Shangqing Academy. When it comes to seniority, his status is still above that of Dongguo Sheng.

He was a little panicked.

Fa Zheng looked at Mr. Dongguo and said coldly: "You must destroy this poem first, so this poem will appear and retaliate against you. You don't know such common sense. Have you lived to a dog at this age?"

Mr. Dongguo was scolded in person by Fa Zheng, and his face turned pale immediately. He retorted: "Fa Zheng, you are so partial to the boy named Qin Feng, what selfishness do you have?"

Fa Zheng was behind his back with his hands on his back, and he sneered: "You splash dirty water, at least you can splash it accurately? Where can I favor Qin Feng? You said, where did I favor Qin Feng?"

Mr. Dongguo was already in a state of disarray at this time. He said without hesitation: "He wrote such a traitor, and it has nothing to do with your family, so you just sit back and watch, right?"

Fa Zheng smiled again: "Since this poem can have literary light, it at least proves that it is not suppressed by this heavenly way. The nine-foot-meter-long literary light is the most intuitive proof that fits the heavenly way. How can I control it? Could it be that I am bigger than the heavenly way?"

This successor of the Legal family, who rarely jokes, directly said to the Confucian scholars: "Then you really respect me Fazheng!"

Mr. Dongguo gritted his teeth and said, "After I return to the academy, I will definitely report to Lord Jijiu and the Taoist Master 'Ren', what happened today. Let's take a look!"

But he knew that it was clearly a verbal fight between Mr. Dongguo and Fa Zheng, Qin Feng suddenly said: "A saint in the military dynasty wrote the poem "Zhou Gong vomited food, and the world returned to his heart" and was circulated as a great chapter for all eternity. Why don't you say that the military dynasty wants to be your Confucian saint?"

Mr. Dongguo was speechless and could no longer speak.

Fa Zheng laughed: "Well, the military strategist is said, can't the Jing family say it? Anyway, you Confucians don't think that the Jing family is one of the Confucian and Taoism, but among the hundreds of schools, do you think that the hundreds of schools should not be treated equally?"

Mr. Dongguo was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but Confucianism did not admit that the Jingshi family was a branch of Confucianism. This matter was dug by Confucianism in Shangqing Academy, but he did not expect that Qin Feng and Fa Zheng would dig out such a big pit.

"In this way, all the room for Dong Guosheng to make a judgment will be blocked."

Yan Zhihu, sitting in the water pavilion, whispered to Tao Hong, the maid beside him: "If Dong Guo Sheng continues to bite Qin Feng's poems and essays to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, it is to overturn the case that the Jingshi family is not a Confucian family; on the other hand, if Dong Guo Sheng insists that the military can write poems and compare with Zhou Gong, the Confucian saint, but the Jingshi family cannot compare with Qing Emperor, a legend that may not exist, that is to put the face on the "one hundred schools of thought" in the Shangqing Academy..."

Yan Zhihu was out of the matter at this time, peeling a few pine nuts in her hand, looking at the field with a pair of heroic starry eyes, and she smiled and said, "What a good show!"

The maid Taohong, dressed in red, asked whisper: "Miss doesn't like Xun Youfang?"

Yan Zhihu smiled and said, "Xun Youfang is too craftsmanship and his plan is too obvious. If it were my father, he might like this kind of utilitarian scholar because it is easy to control..."

Yan Zhihu narrowed her starry eyes and smiled, "But I'm not very interested in them."

When Taohong heard this, she asked carefully, "Does that lady think Qin Feng is good?"

"Ha, he?"

Yan Zhihu peeled off the pine nuts and put them gently into her mouth. She smiled and said, "I can't see through him. Sometimes I act voluntarily and show my sharpness. Sometimes I feel scared by being stern and calm... Anyway, it's not good, nor does it make me feel annoying."

"Why do you always think about either one or the other? Do I insist on supporting one side and dealing with the other side?"

Yan Zhihu looked at the two groups of people in the water pavilion and said lightly: "Just like watching a play, there must be ups and downs to be exciting, right?"

Fa Zheng looked at Dong Guo Sheng who was speechless, and he smiled and said, "The poem written by Xun Youfang is eight feet tall in green, the poem written by Qin Feng is nine feet tall in green, which is revealed by the Great Way based on the Wenguang Mirror. Since it is fair and no one questioned it, I think there is no doubt about who the poets in this literary conference are, right?"

"Who said that this cultural conference has ended?"
Chapter completed!