Some people thought that Jiang Yuan was being arrogant.
However, there were also people who expressed their support for Jiang Yuan.
After all, the last time Jiang Yuan explained the history of the Tang Dynasty, it was the same. However, many people were slapped in the face later on.
Therefore, other than a small number of poetry lovers, the rest were more rational.
He was just a little puzzled.
"Is this Jiang Yuan really omniscient and omnipotent? Not only did he know the history of the Tang and Ming Dynasties, but he also knew what good works those scholars had written?”
"If that's really the case, how terrifying would Jiang Yuan be? He knows so many things at such a young age. He's comparable to some respected old professors.”
"I support Jiang Yuan. Look at Huang Chao's poems, which one of them isn't domineering and majestic? Then look at Qianlong's poems, I can't even read them fluently.”
"The few bootlickers upstairs, how much did your father Jiang Yuan pay you to bootlick him so hard?”
"Although Qianlong was not good at governing the country, he wrote more than 10,000 poems in his lifetime. Who could compare to him?”
“……”
The fans of both sides were cursing endlessly on the Internet.
In reality, at the China Poetry Association.
A few angry roars came from the Poetry Association building.
In the building, an old professor in his sixties, wearing a blue Tang suit, cursed.
The goatee on his chin was so angry that it was about to stick up.
"This Jiang Yuan is simply too ignorant! The poem of the Poet Emperor Qianlong was actually looked down upon. Looking at his appearance during the interview, even Nalan Rong Ruo looked down upon him.”
"Hehe…Listen to this! A history teacher actually wanted to give a public lecture on poetry to the students. Wasn't he afraid of being laughed at?”
"And that old thing Chen Zhenxing, he called just now and said that it was Jiang Yuan's private matter and that it had nothing to do with the Shanghai authorities.”
Not only was the old man furious, but the other seven or eight old professors of the Poetry Association in the meeting room also had ugly expressions on their faces.
These people were all poetry lovers and promoted poetry culture.
Although there were many poems from the Aisin Gioro Dynasty, there were not many poets.
On the other hand, in the western countries, such as Rome, Italy, and the Eagle Kingdom, the relevant poems could even be traced back to more than 2,000 years ago.
Because China's history was incomplete, all kinds of literary documents were lost, not to mention the poems they had written.
Therefore, there were only Qianlong, Nalan Rongruo, and a few others from the Braid Dynasty.
But now, Jiang Yuan was speaking rudely and looking down on poetry. How could they feel comfortable?
Just as the group of old men were so angry that their beards were trembling, a slightly younger middle-aged man who looked less than fifty years old said coldly,"I heard that this Jiang Yuan kid is going to give a public lecture at Shanghai University tomorrow. Why don't we go and give him a lesson and let him know that there are some things that can't be said casually?”
"Of course we have to go, but who's going this time?”
"Guild Leader Nalan, I'll go this time. I'll definitely let this kid know that Shi Ge is a treasure left behind by our ancestor. He actually dares to humiliate me like this!”
" Guild Leader Nalan, I'll go!"
Suddenly, the entire conference room was filled with the angry voices of several old professors.
At this moment, the old man with a goatee sitting at the head of the table said with a dark face,
"I'll go this time!"
When the old men around heard this, they seemed to have taken a pill to calm down.
They knew how powerful this old man in front of them was. He had single-handedly established the Poetry Association and collected all kinds of poems from the previous dynasty.
More importantly, the president was called Nalan Yun Mu, a descendant of Nalan Rongruo.
Soon, the entire Poetry Association made a decision and posted on their official Weibo account.
This piece of news caused a huge earthquake on the Internet.
Who was Nalan Mu Yun?
He was the descendant of the Immortal Poet and was currently a professor at the Department of Literature in Great Northern China.
In terms of cards, even ten Jiang Yuan couldn't compare.
As expected, not long after the Poetry Association posted the post, many old professors who were familiar with the Poetry Association shared the post.
Nan University History Professor Wang Nan: " Some people really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. A history student has to go and question poetry culture. This is the funniest thing I've seen this year.”
Luo Haifeng, a professor of history at Hua University, said," It is undeniable that Emperor Qianlong is the emperor of poetry. If it weren't for Emperor Qianlong's 10,000 poems, I'm afraid that our poetry culture would have been cut off!”
Famous Internet celebrity, Shi Yuge: " It's really hard to agree with someone's point of view. Perhaps he has made great contributions in the study of history, but poetry and culture are far from history…"
In just half an hour, the Poetry Association's Weibo post had been forwarded by all the major media outlets and old professors.
It was directly sent to Weibo's hot search rankings.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan was lying on the sofa, enjoying Chen Yuanyuan's massage. His entire body was about to go limp.
The technique was authentic!
This servant girl was not wrong!
Liu Ru plucked a grape and slowly placed it in Jiang Yuan's mouth.
Enjoying the service of the two women, Jiang Yuan felt that life was wonderful.
From the moment he laid on the sofa, the obedient and sensible Chen Yuanyuan immediately massaged his shoulders.
"Brother Jiang Yuan, is Yuan Yuan comfortable?”
Jiang Yuan, who was enjoying the meal with his eyes closed, nodded and said," It's comfortable. It's all comfortable. Yuan Yuan, I didn't expect you to have such skills."”
Chen Yuanyuan, who had received Jiang Yuan's praise, revealed a bright smile on her face, revealing two cute little canine teeth.
A moderate amount of strength came from the pair of small hands and pinched the thigh beside her shoulder.
"I never thought that I, Jiang Yuan, would one day enjoy the status of an ancient landlord.”Jiang Yuan thought happily.
Soon, the massage ended.
Jiang Yuan, who was about to go to bed, suddenly realized that there was a huge commotion on Weibo.
He clicked on it and saw that it was the president of the Poetry Association. He wanted to have a debate with him during his public lecture tomorrow.
After reading the message, Jiang Yuan shrugged helplessly.
It was because of this matter that all the major Weibo accounts were fighting to report it.
There were many people who were not in the historical, poetic, and cultural circles, but now they were even more curious.
"Who is this Jiang Yuan? Why was it that he had been receiving news all these days?”
However, after searching for a while, they realized that it was the professor who had verified Tang Ming's history a few days ago.
In the end, he contributed another wave of popularity points to Jiang Yuan.
He gladly accepted the tens of thousands of popularity points.
The next morning, after saying goodbye to Chen Yuanyuan and her daughter, Jiang Yuan left the villa community and headed to school.
"Coming, coming!"
"Jiang Yuan is here!"
However, before he reached the school gate, he met several reporters.
Seeing that these reporters wanted to interview him for first-hand information, Jiang Yuan greeted them and directly entered the classroom of the public lecture.
Soon, the bell for class rang. The classroom was filled with students and surrounded by various media outlets.
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