Before the scholar of literature shouted Ling Yan, he had memories of this stone tablet rushing to him in his mind.
What happened for thousands of years, the lonely soul always came and did not refuse, whether it was big or small, he remembered it, maybe that was the fun of his solitary wandering.
Ling Yan looked at a person walking up the stone tablet, some sighed, and some seemed to have gained.
However, Ling Yan felt very sad for these people.
When I meet someone like myself with a thousand-year-old text, no matter how much you read poetry and books, I don't know as much as I know anyway.
"Ling Yan, why are you in a daze, why don't you hurry up.
It's really unbelievable.
Seeing that this young boy still didn't move after the scholar shouted twice, Duan Ping couldn't help but scold him twice.
Coming back to his senses, Ling Yan bowed down to the scholar of literature, and then said, "Scholar, Lord Prime Minister."
I think I already have a rough idea of what is written on this stele, so I don't have to waste any more time looking at it. ” "Don't be ashamed!"
Many officials and students couldn't help but ridicule.
The officials present were naturally full of poetry and books when they were able to sit in their current positions, and they could not recognize the full meaning of this monument.
Ling Yan, the son-in-law who had no literary name in the past, actually only glanced at it from a distance here, and then said that he knew.
Whether it's true or not, it feels like an insult to them.
"It's too proud.
I really thought that the last time I became famous, I felt that I was the first in the world. ” "Yes, I and other scholars pay attention to modesty, and we don't dare to understand even small questions casually.
Not to mention the situation now.
"Readers seem to be much more courageous when they face literature.
"I don't think he knows at all, I'm afraid I'll lose face if I go up.
So just talk big here and want to attract attention. ” "Even if you are detached, you must lie down for me above the monthly meeting.
Otherwise, I have the right to withdraw your right to participate.
Duan Ping said coldly, his hands on the chair, his fingers kept tapping.
"Uncle Duan, the monthly meeting is free.
Now that Ling Yan said that he understood.
It would be a waste of time to look at it again.
Why don't you let them write down their opinions now?
Although Zhao Muchun was also very skeptical about whether Ling Yan really understood or bluffed.
But she chose to believe in Ling Yan.
When the princess spoke, no one dared to object to anything, and the scholar of literature said to the students at the foot of the hundred steps: "In that case, then please write down your opinions." ” Half an hour later, the answer sheet was taken from the students to the prime minister of the university, and then distributed by the two to the qualified reviewers.
That old Mr.
Wang Xiyi is naturally there.
If anyone present is the most qualified to review, it is this literary name who has long been famous all over the world.
There were a total of six reviewers, and everyone looked at it carefully, but most of them had regretful expressions on their faces.
It seems that they still haven't seen an answer that satisfies them.
Duan Ping looked at it quickly, and he only needed to glance at the answers of some people to know whether this person recognized the words on the tablet or not.
He smiled when Yan Ji's name jumped into his eyes, and then put Yan Ji's answer sheet on the other side.
In him.
At the last moment of reading, only Yan Ji's answer sheet was on his left hand, and it seemed that the rest were eliminated.
In the scholar of the University of Letters, there is only one that has entered his eyes, which is written by the qin.
As for the other four, except for Mr.
Wang Xiyi who didn't finish reading it, the other three were not satisfied.
Everyone was waiting for Wang Xiyi to finish reading, and when he put everyone's answer sheets together, everyone sighed, and sure enough, it was still not right.
But immediately, Wang Xiyi took out another one from the pile of answer sheets and said: "This is unheard of by the old man, but I have to say that his statement is wrong."
It has a point. ” As soon as Wang Xiyi said this, Scholar Duan Ping stood up and took it in his hand to look at it, only to see that it was written in detail.
In the 123rd year of Dahan, Emperor Wen made his last holy decree when he died, casting the white python swallowing the Xuanwu tablet, warning the successor king that he must reduce the rights of the frontier ministers to prevent the imperial rights from being hollowed out and the land from being divided by the ministers.
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This stele is not ordered by Emperor Wen to cast, but the descendants imitate this allusion, and what is written on the inscription is to record in detail the reason why the white python swallowed the Xuanwu stele.
Duan Ping finished reading the payment, which Ling Yan wrote.
The scholars frowned, and it took them several years to combine the large number of classics in the palace to conclude that this was an inscription from the era of the Great Han Dynasty.
The inscription above is a collection of the court's full efforts to get the words king, frontier, land, emperor and so on.
Just made them the most satisfied with the two, the two characters written by the cover of the qin, the two words of the king, and the strict set recognized the three words of the country, the emperor, and the side.
Only a few of the rest recognized one, and most of them didn't even recognize it.
Ling Yan wrote all these words, not to mention whether the words he wrote were all correct, but the fact that he had already written them all was already very shocking.
The Dahan Dynasty has always been a mystery to Taisho, and that literary catastrophe caused Taisho to completely disappear from words, and Taisho was founded in the middle of the struggle for hegemony.
The earliest kingdoms have also disappeared for various reasons, and even those that once belonged to the Great Han no longer use the former Great Han script.
"Ling Yan, do you recognize all these words?
How would you recognize it?
The scholar asked solemnly.
Zhao Muchun also came to see what Ling Yan wrote.
She was also shocked.
Again, everyone was shocked, but no one dared to stand up and say that it was wrong, after all, if someone asked you why you said it was wrong, do you recognize it?
Ling Yan faced the questioning of the scholars, not arrogant or impatient, "Most of them are recognized, and some of them are guessed by feeling."
As for the university scholar, he asked how to recognize it.
In the past, when my father was alive, I used to read some books alone in the study.
I was naughty and sneaked in to see it. ” "But when the rebels attacked the palace, the study was ordered by my father to burn, and all the contents were gone."
Speaking of this, there were faint tears in Ling Yan's eyes, as if he was recalling the last generation of the Zhenshi King, the legendary man.
"It turned out to be left by the king of Zhenshi, no wonder."
Even after more than ten years, the name of Ling Yuanshan, the king of Zhenshi, still has an extremely loud reputation under the sky of Dazheng Kingdom.
"Brother Yan, don't be sad.
Uncle Ling, in the Heavenly Spirit, will be very relieved to know that you are sensible now.
Zhao Muchun's warm jade hand gently stroked away the tears from the corners of Ling Yan's eyes.
Well, Ling Yan saw that Zhao Muchun was really moved by herself, and she admired her acting skills a little.
Naturally, I made up what I said just now.
Do you want to say that you have memories of the past thousand years in your head?
In the following time, Ling Yan recognized the words that Dazheng Guo had been helpless for so many years, which surprised everyone.
In the end, there are three finale items left.