"There is no place for people to stay here. There is a place for people to stay. We, the scholars of the Liao Kingdom, are upright and dignified. It’s okay if you don’t come to this land of apricot altar!"
"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. Instead of swallowing his anger in the apricot altar, it is better to leave with a breeze on your sleeves."
"Well said! Mr. Yunqi can only bully us by relying on his status as Mr. Wen. If he were in our Liao Kingdom, how could it be his turn to be so arrogant here?"
The angry Liao people walked out as they spoke.
A certain Liao man waved his hand and said loudly: "Good boy from Liao, let's go!"
Some Liao people left without speaking Erhu and followed those people.
However, there are still some scholars from the Liao Kingdom who still sit firmly in the crowd and do not leave. They look at other Liao people with a bit of contempt.
Not all Liao people stand opposite Du Ning. There are many Liao people present who have received Du Ning's lectures and become Du Ning's students, so they will not be excluded by Du Ning, nor will they be rejected by Xingtan.
He will not be rejected by other Lanzhou scholars.
But all Liao people with a clear conscience can sit here with peace of mind and wait until the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Only those duplicitous guys with ulterior motives who say some high-sounding words to cover up their guilty consciences will be forced to leave the Wenhui by Du Ning.
Qin Wenlin gritted his teeth and his face became extremely ugly. He originally wanted to show off the majesty of the Liao people, but he didn't expect that Du Ning would take the opportunity to launch an attack and expel some of the Liao people from the Wenhui. Anyone who was kicked out of the Wenhui
It can be regarded as a shame for all the people of Liao State, and this is not only the scene of cultural gatherings, but also the Holy Land of Apricot Altar. The descendants of those who were kicked out by Du Ning, no matter how talented they are, are not qualified to enter.
Du Ning's apricot altar, otherwise the literary courage of their descendants will be shattered in an instant.
"How stupid! You don't even care what kind of place this is! Just to compete for a moment, you openly challenge the owner of the apricot altar, which will harm your descendants. It's extremely ridiculous!"
"Are they worthy of being from the Liao country? Bah! We Liao people are ashamed of such scholars! How can Lord Yunqi be humiliated by them?"
"That's right! They don't think that leaving the Wenhui will make Yun Qijun feel regretful, right? Who do they think they are?"
Hearing some Liao people speaking ill of Liao people, the faces of the Liao students who participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival were very unnatural.
Thirty breaths of time passed quickly, and those Liao people who had clamored and mocked Du Ning all left Lanzhou Academy of Literature of their own accord.
Outside the Lanzhou Academy of Literature, those Liao people looked back at the Holy Land of Apricot Altar. Some of them were filled with grief and anger, some were very unwilling, and some suddenly felt regretful.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"
"It's such a shame and a great humiliation for our scholars in Liao to be expelled from the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Society!"
"Damn Du Ning! He actually humiliated us like this and made us the laughing stock of the literary world in various countries. Du Ning and I are at odds with each other!"
"So what about the human gentleman? He is so ignorant of the ways of the world, so I still look down on him!"
"That's right! Wenjun is so inhumane, I look at him with my nose from the bottom of my heart!"
These Liao people roared outside the Wen Yuan, but no matter how they shouted outside, they would be isolated by the magical power of Xingtan. The scholars inside could not hear the various noises outside the Wen Yuan.
.
Within the Academy of Literature.
After those Liao people left, many scholars put away their ancient Wen Gong swords. After all, they did not let the blood of the Liao people stain the apricot altar and tarnish such a pure holy place.
Du Ning looked directly at Qin Wenlin and said slowly: "Mr. Qin, now in front of students from all countries, please tell me again, am I qualified to comment on the poetry of Zhang Shisong, a great scholar from the Liao Dynasty?"
"This...this..."
Qin Wenlin was so angry that he almost exploded. He had previously said that Du Ning was not qualified to evaluate Zhang Shisong's poetry. At that time, his attitude was extremely firm, and he believed that Du Ning was not qualified to evaluate Zhang Shisong's poetry. After all, it was not ordinary poetry, but
A poem that spreads throughout the world.
But in fact, Du Ning, let alone a poem that has been passed down to the world, has even written articles that have been passed down from generation to generation. It is more than enough to comment on a poem that has been passed down to the world.
Now, Du Ning asked Qin Wenlin if he had the qualifications to comment on the poems and essays spread all over the world. He wanted Qin Wenlin to recognize Du Ning's qualifications in order to slap Qin Wenlin in the face.
Qin Wenlin is naturally unwilling to admit it, because once he admits his mistake, Qin Wenlin's previous words will inevitably become a joke, which will not only disgrace himself, but also disgrace the people of Liao.
But now it was Du Ning who asked the question, and Qin Wenlin had to answer, otherwise it would be a serious violation of etiquette and would become a joke in the eyes of scholars from all over the world. Qin Wenlin did not need to recognize Du Ning's qualifications, but the scholars from all over the world would definitely admit that even if it was half
Here, scholars from all over the world will stand on Du Ning’s side, not for anything else but because of Du Ning’s reasoning.
After a while, Qin Wenlin's heart changed, and he forced a smile on his face: "Haha... With Yun Qijun's literary name, he is certainly qualified to evaluate Mr. Zhang Shisong's world-famous poems. It was Qin who was so indiscriminate at that moment.
I’d like to ask Mr. Du to forgive me.”
Seeing Qin Wenlin surrender, Qin Ying next to him turned blue in the air. This was not only a slap in the face, but also a shame. As a great scholar of the Qin family, he was actually forced to do this in public. How had any scholar of the Qin family ever suffered such humiliation?
Hong Li lightly glanced at Qin Yingkong next to him and sneered with great disdain.
Qin Yingkong's heart suddenly jumped like thunder, because just now, he also cast a very similar look at Hong Li, but now, Hong Li returned this look, which made Qin Yingkong feel very uncomfortable.
Accept, this is a humiliation to him.
Fan Ruxian, Ding Wei and the others smiled. Even these rabble-rousers wanted to humiliate Lord Yunqi. In the end, weren't they just humiliating themselves?
Some Liao people cursed in low voices, pointed at Qin Wenlin, and cast extremely malicious looks.
As a great scholar of the Qin family of the Liao Kingdom, he was always embarrassed and conspicuous in front of Du Ning, even worse than the Ke family back then!
"What about you?"
Du Ning turned to look at Qin Yingkong and many other students. Just now when Qin Wenlin said that Du Ning was not qualified to evaluate Zhang Shisong's poetry, these people agreed very positively.
"This Du Ning..."
Qin Yingkong was so angry that he vomited blood. He clenched his fists secretly, but he could not show any anger on the surface. Otherwise, there would be no need for Du Ning to take action, and many scholars present would take action against him immediately.
"Of course Mr. Du is qualified to comment on Mr. Shi Song's poems, but it was me who was so rude. Please forgive me, Mr. Du."
Qin Yingkong could only bow to Du Ning and apologize.