This person with a gloomy face who can drip water is Shen Lun.

His personality is upright, but as the second minister of the dynasty, he is also a person who wants to save face.

In the entire literary meeting, there were hundreds of poems, and more than a dozen of the best works were selected, but none of the disciples he sat down could come up with the table.

Among the gentlemen who came to participate in the meeting, more than one or two of them won the top three on a topic. What's more, the disciples under the sect are all on the list.

This made Shen Lun feel a little embarrassed.

Even though Shen Lun is in a high position, he is a character who does not oppress people with power, and he has no way to oppress people with power on this occasion. This literary meeting has nothing to do with officials, only about the reputation and status of the literary world.

Shen Lun could predict that if this continued, his reputation in the literary world would plummet in the future. will even fall into the reputation of being an official and not teaching students.

This will be the greatest irony for him, who is in charge of Taixue.

"Mr. Shunyi, the students of Taixue are too low, this is not to blame you, you can only blame the poor quality of the students recruited by Taixue over the years."

Mr. Shu Ming was undoubtedly the biggest winner of the event, he brought four students, and all four students won the first place in a question, which earned him enough face.

Present, only Mr. Shu Ming could sneer at Shen Lun. In terms of official position, Mr. Shuming is indeed not as good as Shen Lungao; But when it comes to the emperor's favor, Mr. Shuming is a cut above Shen Lun, otherwise Zhao Guangyi would not have handed over his favorite third prince to him for education.

"Taixue students are all excellent in character and learning, but the old man is busy with government affairs and neglects discipline. will let them relax and stagnate their learning. ”

Shen Lun almost gritted his teeth and said this.

"Oh?" Mr. Shu Ming pretended to suddenly realize, "I see, it's ......"

Shen Lun's face was pale, and his silver teeth rattled, obviously humiliated to the extreme.

If it weren't for the career of the Taixue students, why would he admit in front of Mr. Shuming that the Taixue students' skills were inferior to others, and it was his own fault.

However, his three disciples were really stupid to the extreme, and they didn't understand their hard work at all, and they actually pulled the girls in the pavilion and begged for a leather cup to drink.

Jin Yu is ruined on the outside.

In the past, they pretended to be diligent and studious in front of them, excellent in character and learning, and today they tried it, and they all came out, and they were all straw bales.

Shen Lun began to blame himself for not knowing anyone.

"Mr. Shunyi, don't you have another disciple with you? Why don't you see him composing poetry? ”

Zhou Shi asked on the side.

When Mr. Shu Ming heard this, his face darkened slightly, "Are you talking about the kid who was bold and spoke wildly just now?" He's only a little old, what kind of poems can he make? ”

After being reminded by the two, Shen Lun thought of Yang Yansi, who had been banned by himself since the beginning of the Wenhui, and then hid in the corner to drink.

Shen Lun carefully searched in the crowd before finding Yang Yansi, who was slumped in the corner and was already slightly drunk.

Yang Yansi collapsed to the ground, without any image, his hair was scattered, and there were many wine bottles scattered around his body, obviously drinking a little too much.

When Shen Lun saw this scene, he immediately became angry, and walked in front of Yang Yansi in three or two steps.

"Yang Yansi, look at your current appearance, how do you look like a saint disciple."

Yang Yansi didn't speak, still drinking with his head bored.

Shen Lun said angrily: "Bastard, the old man asked you!" ”

Yang Yansi raised his head, burped a wine, spit out a mouthful of turbid wine, and glared at Shen Lun, his head swaying.

"You're not...... Don't let ...... Do I speak? ”

Shen Lun was stunned, and he couldn't say a word angrily.

After being silent for a while, Shen Lun scolded: "Hurry up and get up for the old man." ”

Yang Yansi staggered to his feet, but he didn't stand firm under his feet, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Shen Lun's brows furrowed, Yang Yansi had obviously drunk too much.

It's also to blame Yang Yansi for being careless, the drinks in Changle Fang and even the entire Da Song Dynasty are all drinks in Yang Yansi's eyes. He thinks that in front of the drink, he is not drunk with a thousand glasses.

The end result is too much to drink, and then to get drunk.

A drink like this one is really strong when you're drunk.

Yang Yansi stumbled up from the ground, "Old ...... Teacher, what's the ...... What are the commands? ”

Shen Lun frowned, looked at Yang Yansi in a daze, looked at his immature face, and couldn't bear it, so he asked tentatively.

"The old man remembers that you are good at writing poems, and the previous poem "Breaking the Array" can be regarded as a masterpiece. I just don't know, can you write poetry in your current state? ”

Yang Yansi rolled his eyelids, hiccuped, and muttered, "How much?" ”

Puff~

Old Shen Lun almost didn't stand firm and fell to the ground.

Get! Other people compose poems one by one, and they have to think about it for a long time, and you kid open your mouth and ask how much?

It's not taxable to brag, but it's not as arrogant and capable of bragging as you kid......

Shen Lun felt that Yang Yansi was a little arrogant because he was too drunk, so he said something casually.

"Do as much as you can!"

Shen Lun thinks that Yang Yansi will make three or two masterpieces at most, and he will die.

Yang Yansi walked forward and almost bumped into Shen Lun, but fortunately there was a pillar beside him, and he slowly leaned against the pillar.

"How?"

Shen Lun casually summoned a maid in charge of copying and said, "You just have to chant it, someone will copy it for you, and then give it to others to see." ”

Yang Yansi nodded in a daze, "That's fine, is there a topic?" ”

Shen Lun nodded, although he was old, he had the ability to never forget, and he remembered all the topics that appeared at today's literary meeting.

"The first question, Qingming!"

"Write Qingming?" Yang Yansi shook his head, "I want to think about ......"

Mr. Shu Ming and Zhou Shi also noticed the movement of Shen Lun and Yang Yansi and came over.

"Shunyi, are you going to rely on this kid to turn the tables? Hahaha......"

Shen Lun's face darkened, "Why not, this kid doesn't know how to compose poems, not long ago, he also made a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world, and it is still hanging at the top of the list of poets and immortals in Changle Fang." ”

"Oh?" Hearing Shen Lun's words, Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi were obviously surprised.

Zhou Shi asked: "This kid is Yang Qi, who has a little name in Bianjing City?" ”

Shen Lun nodded slightly, "Yes!" ”

Mr. Shu Ming said disdainfully: "Whether you have real talent to learn, you still have to try to know." ”

"There it is!" Yang Yansi, who was leaning on the pillar and drunk, spoke at this time.

"There are a lot of things that pop up in my head, and I don't know which one is ......"

Mr. Shu Ming thought that Yang Yansi was playing drunk, and sneered: "Then you can make it all and let everyone appreciate it." ”