At this moment, everyone on the ship was praising Zhang Feng's poem.
Mr. Yushan got Zhang Feng's three poems today and got his senior brother's approval. He was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He clapped his hands and turned to ask Li Xiaogong something. Then he said, "Old Man and Hejian King Lord Li just discussed it. Since the Old Man said it, now that the Old Man called you Master Zhang, does anyone object?"
"Does anyone object?"
He asked three times in a row.
No one objected.
What else was there to object?
More than half of the big shots on the ship were familiar with Zhang Feng. As long as you were not afraid of offending people, you could object now. Even if you objected, it would be useless!
Unless the Emperor said it himself.
However, this idea was very beautiful, but the reality was very cruel.
Wang Guicheng's face was ashen. He lowered his head and drank wine.
He didn't mention a word about this.
Seeing that no one objected, Li Xiaogong waved his embroidered robe and said, "In this case, the Old Man announces that the chancellor of White Deer College, Viscount Zhang Feng of Xishan, has become a Great Confucian today. The Old Man will report to the Emperor immediately. Tomorrow morning, he will enter the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue, and the Ministry of Works, and announce it to the whole country!"
"Hahaha, congratulations, Master Zhang. Congratulations, congratulations!"
"Feng Zi, congratulations!"
"Congratulations, congratulations. Congratulations. "
In an instant, there was a series of congratulations on and off the ship.
Zhang Feng also cupped his fists and thanked them.
This matter was finally resolved.
It also let him breathe a sigh of relief.
Just now, Mister Yushan had simply blocked all of the things that could have happened.
Otherwise, there would be more people coming out to find trouble.
At this time, Mr. Yushan, Yu Shinan, and the rest of the group's poems were effective. Only then did Zhang Feng avoid a war of words.
Zhang Feng was not afraid of these things.
However, it was better to avoid it if it could be avoided.
After all, who would be so bored as to look for trouble?
"Everyone, thank you very much. Thank you to my four teachers, thank you to the old Elementary Scholar, thank you to Lao Li, and thank you to everyone present. If it wasn't for your help, how could I have achieved what I have today?"
Li Xiaogong didn't dare to stay here any longer. He quickly said, "Okay, this matter is over. The Old Man has to go back and report. I'll leave the rest to you. Oh right, little friend Zhang Feng, tell me about your name plate. The Old Man can go back and make a book for you."
As soon as the word tiles were mentioned.
Zhang Feng felt a little awkward.
Wine Immortal.
Was he worthy?
However, this was a name given to him by the Four Great Confucians.
That was simply shameful!
But I won't say it.
It didn't make sense.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a little conflicted.
"Well, my four respected teachers, why don't I change my nameplate? I'm afraid this brat won't be able to bear this token! "
Yu Shinan and the others also laughed.
"You brat, this kind of nameplate is not suitable for you. Why don't you hand this problem over to Brother Zihuai, Mr. Yushan, and Mr. Wen Ji?"
Ouyang Xun and the others also nodded.
As for Ouyang Kai and the others, they could only agree. How could they have the right to speak here?
When the three of them heard this, they pushed the responsibility to the old Elementary Scholar for a while before finally passing the heavy responsibility to him.
After all, everyone could see that the old Elementary Scholar cared about Zhang Feng. This matter was the most suitable one for him.
The old Elementary Scholar saw that he couldn't push the responsibility away. He thought for a while and said, "Since everyone is so fond of me, what do you think, Fengzi?"
Zhang Feng knew that Ba Lan wouldn't come because of the old Elementary Scholar. He hurriedly bowed and said, "It's all up to you!"
Seeing this, the old Elementary Scholar thought for a while and said, "If it was before, the name of Wine Immortal, Old Man would also think it was good, but now …"
The old Elementary Scholar fell into deep thought again.
Li Shimin couldn't stand it anymore.
In fact, he had thought of a few nameplates for Zhang Feng and felt that they were quite suitable.
But because of his identity, he couldn't say anything.
Below the boat, everyone stared nervously at the flower boat, waiting for the old Elementary Scholar's answer.
After a while, the old Elementary Scholar looked at the bright moon in the sky, then looked at Jingshu and Zhang Feng. He said, "I thought of a nameplate."
As he spoke, the old Elementary Scholar looked at Zhang Feng with some interest.
At this moment, Zhang Feng felt that something was wrong.
But before he could object, the old Elementary Scholar said, "How about a chord?"
A chord?
A chord?
F * ck.
Old Elementary Scholar, we have no grievances, you're tricking me!
Zhang Feng's face changed color. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, this nameplate won't do. Old Elementary Scholar, let's change it?"
But Yu Shinan and the others' eyes lit up.
"That's right! Why didn't I think of that? Miss Jingshu's Eighteen Strokes of Huga was famous for a time. In fifteen years in Chang 'an, no one was able to decipher it. But I heard that when this kid was drunk, he was able to recite it without any mistake. What is this? This is what I call true talent! "
"That's right! Chord, Old Man also thinks it's very good. If you're still not satisfied with Jude, then you might as well call it Wine Immortal! "
"Anyway, didn't you always write poems when you were drunk to show off your prowess?"
"…"
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