Chapter 82 How many tongues can a person have?
The son of the Cao Gang leader?
Chen Kuang narrowed his eyes and looked down from the window.
This room is equipped with special restrictions that can prevent outsiders from peeping and can also defend against a certain degree of attack, but it does not affect the people in the room from looking outside. It is equivalent to one-way glass and is bulletproof.
This was probably the VIP treatment... Qi Sibai was ranked thirty-fourth in Canglang's ranking, and even among practitioners, he was a big celebrity.
The true identity of the owner of Xianyu Temple is unknown, but the salary of the only inn run by a cultivator in the most scenic location by Dongting Lake must be high.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be lying dead on the street the next day after opening...
The practitioners in this world will not follow the rules, they only see how strong your fists are.
Being treated as a VIP by the owner of Xianyu Temple is a kind of recognition in itself.
"What's wrong? I asked you to repeat what you just said, and you dared to say it just now. Why don't you dare to say it now? Could it be that you said something shameful?"
Fan Chuan sneered and walked forward to the center of the pavilion.
Those students subconsciously retreated, leaving only Chen Ning and two other young men in student uniforms.
The two young men were named Gu Zitao and Liang Zhi. They were both talented young men from Jishao County and had passed the provincial examinations at a young age.
If it weren't for the sudden change this year, I should have been preparing to enter the imperial city to take part in the imperial examination. If I was lucky, I might have become an official, and serve Daliang with great success.
But unfortunately, the situation changed overnight, and the Liang Kingdom was gone...
Who knows, if you want to take part in the imperial examination next year, you may have to travel thousands of miles to the State of Zhou.
This is still a positive outlook. In fact, the reality will be even worse, because Ji Chengtian will most likely not recognize the results of the Liang national examination, but will adopt the unified time and system of the imperial examination of the Zhou Dynasty.
The contents of the imperial examinations in Zhou, Liang and Liang were also very different.
In other words, all the hard work of the students in Liang State over the past few decades has been wasted!
Who can bear this?
And precisely because of this, this poetry gathering, originally intended to relieve depression, turned into a criticism meeting to vent anger, and it became increasingly intense...
Since ancient times, literary talent has been hated by the poor. This sudden loss of national hatred and family feud naturally triggered many emotions.
Gu Zitao and Liang Zhi were both well-versed in poetry. At this time, they were in high spirits and wrote several somewhat indignant poems, cursing the robbers of Zhou and the treacherous officials of Liang.
These poems are naturally masterpieces that can be circulated for a while. If they were spread after the poetry meeting, they would also be a good story that could inspire the scholars of Liang State.
But I absolutely shouldn't have let someone hear it in front of me...
As luck would have it, this person is actually the son of the Cao Gang's leader!
Everyone knows that the Great Zhou Education Officer stayed at the county magistrate's residence for one night, and the next day he was invited to be a guest by the local tyrant Fan Hailong?
He who knows the times is a hero. Now that the State of Liang is gone, it is natural to find a new backer.
Fan Hailong, who started from scratch, knows this better than anyone else.
Fan Chuan glanced at all the students, and his eyes especially fell on Chen Ning, with a hint of hidden covetousness in his eyes.
"Don't dare to say it? Then I'll say it for you!"
Fan Chuan sneered, pacing while chanting: "A small official serves a big official, and he flatters his parents to please them. If he can serve his parents like this, wouldn't he be a filial son!"
He clapped his hands vigorously and praised, "What a good poem! Truly a good poem! I wonder which of the talented people here wrote it?"
"Although my father is a rough man, he has always valued talents and has contributed a lot of money and manpower to the establishment of a private school in Jishao County."
"Now that Jishao County has produced such a talented young man, I'm sure he must be very happy!"
Although Fan Chuan said this, there was a cold light in his eyes, without any sign of joy.
He looked at the other students and said loudly:
"If you can tell me who wrote this poem, I will recommend him to my father. I will ensure that he will have a comfortable life for the rest of his life. He won't have to study hard for the imperial examinations, and he can even earn a government position!"
His words sounded nice, but he didn't say whether he was recommending the author of the poem or identifying the person who wrote it...
All of a sudden, the other students began to get restless.
Chen Ning clenched the scroll in his hand, turned around and glared at the other students, glaring back at their hesitation to speak, and then looked at Fan Chuan:
"Master Fan is a cultivator, why does he bully us ordinary people..."
Fan Chuan interrupted with a forced smile, "Little sister of the Chen family, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. If you accuse me of bullying, you need evidence, right?"
"Is there anything wrong with my kind words, trying to give the desperate Jishao County students a chance to rise to prominence?"
"On the contrary, my little sister is shutting people up for no reason. Isn't that what we call bullying?"
Fan Chuan looked at the students and said righteously, "You can speak freely without fear of retaliation from the Chen family! I, Fan Chuan, will cover you for anything!"
He was so utterly confusing right and wrong that Chen Ning was furious: "You!"
Although she was talented, she was only sixteen years old after all. She had never seen such a direct and divisive method, and was at a loss for a moment.
After Fan Chuan said this, the students who had originally wanted to retreat began to look at each other and hesitate.
One of the students gritted his teeth and pointed at Gu Zitao: "Yes, he wrote it!"
Gu Zitao's face turned pale instantly. He turned back to look at the student and said, "We've been classmates for ten years. How could you do this?!"
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