Cui Xian was despised and sent to the bedroom of the post station, losing the qualification to participate in the campfire literary gathering.

He sat on the bed, his head buzzing.

No, is that reasonable?

The only good news was that he didn't have to pay for this bedroom.

Senior Brother Su took care of it all.

Not only did Cui Xian not have to pay, but all the expenses of the entire convoy, from room and board to food, were borne by Senior Brother Su alone.

No wonder, even though Zhang Tingyu said that Senior Brother Su was "arrogant" and "bad-tempered and would curse people", he was still very respectful to him.

It turns out that they are taking the route of "relying on billions to get close to people".

Too social!

But even if you have money, you can't do whatever you want!

Cui Xian was sure that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his answer just now.

Unless the "Mao Shi Xu" is overturned...wait?

Earlier in the carriage, the scholar said: "Brother Su said that the answer is hidden in the article "The Story of King Wu, King Tai, King Ji, and King Wen"."

This is definitely wrong.

Because the question of "Guanju" can have more than a dozen answers.

With so many scholars following him, this Senior Brother Su is definitely not a "fake import" and is likely to be capable and reputable.

What is going on?

Cui Xian suddenly remembered that the reason why he quoted the Mao Shi Xu to answer this question was because someone outside the carriage said:

Tonight we will continue to debate "Preface to the Book of Songs".

Is there a possibility that this Senior Brother Su actually had doubts about the "Maoshixu"?

If so, this person must be very capable.

Just as Cui Xian was thinking.

Outside the bedroom, words of admiration and praise could be heard from the scholars.

"Brother Su, I have admired you for a long time. Now that I see your true appearance, I am truly amazed."

"Senior Brother Su's literary talent is the best among the younger generation in Daliang!"

"The bright moon shines so brightly that no one dares to compete with you."

"Brother Su, you are the most talented person in the world, the God of Literature who has descended to earth!"

"Brother Su, you will definitely win first place in this Luoyang Flower Appreciation and Literature Festival!"

Cui Xian was ashamed to hear these compliments.

But it was inevitable that he became curious about this 'Senior Brother Su'.

His bedroom was on the second floor. He quietly opened the window a little and saw the lively scene downstairs.

A bonfire was lit in the yard.

Dozens of young scholars sat cross-legged around the campfire.

The night is hazy.

The flames flickered in the wind, illuminating a group of young students with red faces.

And 'Senior Brother Su', who was the center of attention, had his back to Cui Xian and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

At this time.

Senior Brother Su seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly turned around with a rebellious face and looked towards the room where Cui Xian was. "Who is that person? Why is he staying in the bedroom?"

Of course he didn't see Cui Xian.

But the entire inn was booked by Senior Brother Su for scholars to live in.

At this moment, everyone was in the yard, only the light in Cui Xian's bedroom was still on.

Hearing what Mr. Su said.

Zhang Tingyu hurriedly said, "Brother Su, this is Jia Shao from Luoshan County, Xinyang Prefecture, who we picked up at Lushan Post Station today. He is not very knowledgeable, so after discussing it, we let him go back to his room to rest."

Another scholar who had rebuked Cui Xian also echoed, "That's right, that's right. This person's answer to the question about 'Guanju' is almost the same as Brother Li's answer yesterday."

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

The student who was called 'Brother Li' blushed with shame.

But Senior Brother Su did not laugh. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Almost? In a debate, a few different words can lead to completely different meanings. How can you say almost the same?"

"You've read so much that you can't believe what a fool you say. What did Jia Shao say? Repeat it to me."

The yard suddenly fell silent, and everyone had an uneasy look on their face.

The scholar who had scolded Cui Xian in the carriage forced a smile and repeated Cui Xian's answers one by one.

Then he said cautiously: "Senior Brother Su, please judge for yourself. Is Jia Shao's answer similar to Brother Li's answer yesterday?"

Everyone looked at Master Su.

They also felt that the meaning was similar.

However, after Mr. Su heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed: "Wonderful, wonderful! This Jia Shao has some talent! His answer is not bad."

"It seems that you have really read the book of a dog, and you even call flowers and dog feces almost the same."

"You don't have to attend tomorrow's literary gathering."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone's face was filled with shock and dullness.

Oh my god!

After all this journey, this was the first time they heard Senior Brother Su praising someone!

Senior Brother Su, who is full of talent right down to his hair, and who doesn't look down on anyone in the world - except Cui Xian, actually said that someone "barely has some talent"?

The scholar who had rebuked Jia Shao was dumbfounded.

Zhang Tingyu was also dumbfounded.

Everyone present, including the scholars, were shocked.

You know, Senior Brother Su is a world-famous talent, and he also holds the title of Juren!

But who is Jia Shao?

I've never heard of it!

And...Brother Li's answer yesterday was indeed similar to Jia Shao's.

How to evaluate heaven and earth?

No one spoke.

Senior Brother Su said disdainfully: "I know what you are thinking. These two answers seem to be the same, but the difference is that the one surnamed Li quoted from the Book of Rites: The Book of Music: Rites, music, punishment and politics, their ultimate is the same."

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