Feng Shujia looked at the Lishan monks in front of him who were reading the poems of Princess Shouyang and Zhenhui County Lord Wing Chun seriously, and she couldn't react for a while.

In her previous life, wasn't the Lishan monk most afraid of getting involved with these clan magnates, so she did not hesitate to avoid it? Why did she clearly remind her in advance in this life, but the Lishan monk still sat still, and even now she seriously tasted poetry for Princess Shouyang and Lord Zhenhui?

What happened to this?

Feng Shujia was surprised and panicked.

For her, Lishan monks are also teachers and friends, as important as their parents and siblings, and she does not want the inexplicable changes in this life to bring disaster to Lishan monks.

And the originally tense Lord Zhenhui and Princess Shouyang also put away their impetuousness and anger at this time, sat quietly on the stone bench, and waited for the result of the judgment of the Lishan monks.

They respect the Lishan monks and do not deny that they have the intention of making a name for themselves, but they also sincerely admire and admire the talents and temperament of the Lishan monks.

The Lishan monk didn't think about it for too long, although the princess of Shouyang and the lord of Zhenhui were much better than many women nowadays, but in the eyes of a great Confucian like the Lishan monk, there was not much difference between them and beginners, and it was not worth bothering to scrutinize.

Putting down the poems, the Lishan monk twisted his beard and muttered: "The word is a poem, all of them are Wing Chun, beautiful and beautiful, one is a curved pen to write love, the other is a straight pen lyrical, each has its own merits." ”

This is equivalent to not saying it.

Feng Shujia breathed a sigh of relief, although it was a bit flattering to offend the two of them, it was much better than really judging the merits of one and having to offend one of them.

Princess Shouyang and Lord Zhenhui are also very satisfied with this, and they are satisfied with the evaluation of Lishan monks today, even if they can't compete with each other.

People all over the world, who don't know that Lishan monks are not the ones who take the shortcut to the south to sell their reputation, but really devote themselves to seclusion and devote themselves to learning and Taoism.

However, to their surprise, the Lishan monks, who have always avoided secular disputes, not only evaluated the poems of the two separately this time, but also took the initiative to admit frankly when no one was forced to do so: "But if you want to talk about personal preferences, the mountain people prefer this song "Partridge Sky Wing Chun", which is natural without axe chisel, and reflects the sadness of autumn love with the splendor of spring scenery, and the emotional implication is implicit and touches people's hearts." ”

If the writer does not have the accumulation and perception of life, what he gets is just chewing words and piling up rhetoric like the poem "Wing Chun", which is flashy and unreadable.

Lishan lay man is telling the truth, Feng Shujia also thinks so, but this truth really shouldn't be said in this situation.

Princess Shouyang's face couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard this, and she hurriedly respected: "Thank you for your praise." ”

This is sincere, to be so praised by the Lishan monks, whether she can win the county lord Zhenhui is actually not so important in her heart.

Feng Shujia secretly said "not good", her face was solemn, and she quietly glanced at the county lord Zhenhui on the side.

Sure enough, I saw that the county lord Zhenhui, who was still smiling, suddenly stiffened, and the anger in his eyes dispersed, but he was afraid of the reputation of the Lishan monk, and he didn't have a seizure for a while, so he forced out a trace of laughter, and said coolly: "In this way, does the monk think that "Partridge Sky Wing Chun" is better?"

Feng Shujia looked at the Lishan monk nervously, for fear that he would be as upright as Fang Cai and completely offend the difficult thorn in the head of the Zhenhui County Lord.

Zhenhui County Lord is an arrogant boudoir woman who is not afraid, but the worrying thing is that she has the power behind her, and the king of Fenyang, who can almost cover the sky with one hand in this Liang court.

Fortunately, the Lishan monk shook his head and sighed with a smile: "No, no." Poetry together, it is just to express the fun, each person's preferences are different, and it cannot be judged as better than the poem "Wing Chun" because the mountain people like the style of this word. ”

Lord Zhenhui's face was slightly relieved when he heard this.

Feng Shujia also breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Princess Shouyang did not have any displeasure on her face.

An unprovoked disaster was easily resolved by the Lishan monks in a few words.

The matter has come to this point, and it is inconvenient for everyone to disturb the monks of Lishan anymore, so they leave and leave.

At the time of parting, Feng Shujia looked back at the Lishan monk who was standing at the gate of the courtyard with his hands in his hands, and his eyes were complicated and full of concern.

When everyone left, thinking of Feng Shujia's various performances, the Lishan monk frowned slightly, and the eldest girl from the Wu'an Hou Mansion seemed to be very concerned about him......

Is it because I admired his talent and learning since he was a child?

Lishan Jushi smiled and shook his head, saying this, he himself didn't believe it.

Girls, even if they admire a celebrity, they won't be so concerned and worried. For example, Princess Shouyang and Lord Zhenhui are just fighting for fame and competitiveness.

Perhaps, it's because of Xiao Ji.

Because he is Xiao Ji's old friend, and he is also the Confucian she admires, Feng Shujia will care about him a little more than others.

It's just a little girl, Lishan Jushi shook his head, threw the pot to Xiao Ji, who didn't know it and secretly ate his taste, and no longer paid attention to the matter.

What he should do now is to use his reputation in Shilin to quietly prepare for Xiao Ji's final uprising. And Fang Cai tasted the poems for Princess Shouyang and Lord Zhenhui, which was the first step for him to leave the mountain residence and step into the world.

The Lishan monk raised his head, looked at the clear blue sky above his head, and stood silently.

Justice, even if it is hidden by this unfair grievance of the world, it will eventually see the light of day again!

He has always believed so.

If it really can't be done, then he will take matters into his own hands and seek justice, just as he ended a fresh life with his own hands five years ago.

In the end, because of the trickery of the county lord Zhenhui, he refused to decide the winner or loser by the number of wins and losses, insisted on fighting the poems of the two sect masters, and prevaricated with the words of the Lishan monks "each has its own merits", and finally failed to decide whether to win or lose.

Princess Shouyang glanced at the county lord Zhenhui with great disdain, and sneered: "Although I didn't like your arrogance, but at least I still admired your daring to gamble and lose, but I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for more than half a year, but you are more and more disdainful, and you have even learned to play Laipi!"

"Sure enough, 'there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings'.

"This princess doesn't care about you this time, so as not to lose her identity. Anyway, the winner or loser has been decided, if you are willing to coax yourself to be happy, then continue to coax, hmph, as long as you don't feel uneasy!"

After speaking, Princess Shouyang threw up her sleeves and walked away.