Seeing Lin Xiao fall straight into her arms, like an iceman, the little junior sister Yudie guessed at a glance, and touched Lin Xiao's chest with her hand at the moment, freezing like an ice cube.

The atrium acupoint on this chest is the first acupoint of the ice spirit vein, could it be that in just one or two hours, the senior brother has cultivated a new spirit vein?

Impossible, impossible, never possible.

Although the little junior sister said this, her body was still very honest, and with a press of her right palm, a stream of aura probed into Lin Xiao's chest.

After such a look, ho~absolute~

How many years has the elder brother who is weak and weak hold back, and if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster. In that case, let's give the senior brother the nickname "Naruto" in the future.

Well...... The little junior sister thought about it, but forget it, who would give people such a secondary name.

After taking the Huaqing Pill for the senior brother again, Lin Xiao recovered, and around him, the poetry platform at the end of the string mask seemed a little deserted.

Only Yu Lao stood up and applauded after the end of the piano song, so lonely and abrupt.

Who says no, for the remaining nearly 100 poets present, it takes great courage to risk ruining their future, or even the sin of killing their heads, to be able to sit still and stay while playing the piano, instead of fleeing from Qinyuan.

In the future, even if the court investigates it, it can pretend to be confused and perfunctory, and there is a little vitality, but at this moment, if you follow Yu Lao to stand up and applaud, it will be impossible to say it anyway, even if the official fortune will be prosperous in the future, but it will run into the court and the enemy party to turn over the old accounts, and the Bodhisattva will cross the river - it is difficult to protect himself.

At the height of the poetry platform, Zhong Lixiong had already seen what had happened, and the doorway naturally understood, not to mention the deep meaning behind the word "Sixue", the fire on that snowy night eighteen years ago, the Zhong clan from Dongyin was not only one of the many participants in the incident, but also the second and even the biggest profiteer.

"Red beans give birth to the southern country, hum~" Zhong Lixiong looked around with disdain, said contemptuously, let out a sneer, and the conceit in his eyes could not be hidden, "The wind and bones of the southern country, I see, are nothing more than that." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yangzhou Bazi, who was sitting in the next row, felt like he had been stabbed in the back with a knife.

After all, it is difficult for a person to be alone, Yu Lao looked at everyone still sitting indifferently, and the sound of applause gradually weakened, and he was about to stop, turned around and sat down, on the other side, Han Ziyue, one of the eight sons of Yangzhou, stood up and clapped gravitably, like a big drum beating, one after another, and the remaining four eight sons of Yangzhou: Liu Zongyuan, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, and Zeng Zhigong also stood up and applauded one after another.

followed by Ye Fu, Lin Xiao, and Jade Butterfly.

The poetry platform of nearly 100 people was like dominoes, but instead of falling, they stood up, and in a moment, half of the literati stood up and applauded in unison under tremendous pressure.

As for the rest of the literati, they all had their own worries, and they didn't dare to stand up at the moment, so they could only bow their heads helplessly and blamelessly.

Nearly a thousand literati can awaken the conscience of nearly 100 of them, which is beyond Li Guinian's imagination, and he pressed his hand at the moment, motioned for everyone to sit down, and said hoarsely: "Today's poetry meeting has officially begun, and those who are ready can come to the stage to recite." ”

Although the atmosphere of the poetry meeting is a little better, but in the end it is still a little heavy, and the literati who were eager to try and want to grab the first poem are waiting silently at this time, not wanting to touch this hot potato and be the unpredictable bird.

Not surprisingly, this time it was the old man who stood up and walked towards the center of the poetry platform, and with every step, the thick snow in front of him actually dissipated by itself, and when he reached the poetry platform, he had left a clean and neat path behind him.

"Yu Lao, please. Li Guinian said politely.

"Thank you Li Xian for taking care of you. Yu Lao replied, it turned out that he had seen that the thick snow that dissipated on its own was Li Guinian's spiritual technique.

This time, Yu Lao Ke didn't bring any poetry and paper to the stage, and after standing still, he recited the newly written poem at noon:

"Yongxue"

"Jiangshang is general, and Inoue is a black hole. ”

"The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

As soon as the poem was finished, everyone was amused, even Li Guinian showed a rare smile, he could write the popular limerick poem so vigorously, the picture was full of sense, the whole southern country, it was none other than the old, and the last sentence "The white dog is swollen" is even more vivid and interesting.

With Yu Lao taking the lead, the scene became cheerful again, and the volunteer writers also walked on stage one after another, reciting poems, so lively.

Just when everyone was enjoying the long-lost poetry culture, shaking their heads at any time and being relaxed, Wang Zhongxuan of Yangzhou got up and walked towards the poetry platform.

As soon as everyone saw Zhong Xuan come to the stage, the smile on their faces suddenly stopped, and they looked at him with anger and resentment, and the two strings of gold silk and red embroidered bayberry on his cuffs.

Now the Yangzhou in the south has become his Yangzhou, and the bayberry blossoms that bloom all over the south have also been brazenly used by him as the family emblem, and even the royal family's exclusive robes are golden, which is also stolen by his bold arrogance, which is really a thief of the country.

When he came to the stage, Li Guinian didn't even look at it, but he showed the poems and texts cheekily, and the ink on the paper had not dried yet, so he recited so calmly:

Snow Chronicles

A dynasty plays nine heavens, and the sunset drops Chaozhou Road eight thousand.

If you want to eliminate the evils for Shengming, you are willing to decay and cherish the last years!

Where is the Qinling family in the clouds? The snow hugs the blue pass, and the horse does not move forward.

Knowing that you are far away, you should have an intention, so as to collect my bones and miasma riverside.

As soon as Zhong Xuan finished reciting, except for a few of Zhong Xuan's subordinates in the poetry stage, most of the literati in the audience burst into laughter, this laughter was not the kind of happiness and relaxation after Yu Lao recited the poem, but a kind of ridicule and ridicule, the kind of contempt and contempt in the bones of the literati.

This Zhong Xuan, as the nephew of the Queen Mother, the fourth son of the first assistant, the king of Yangzhou, although he has quite the means, killed all the Su family, forced the rest of the eight sons to enter his door, and wrote poems and lyrics for him, but in the end he has no poetry culture, and now he shamelessly runs to the stage to recite "his own" poems, and he is ridiculed by everyone and does not know it.

The first sentence at the beginning of this is about the author who was once demoted to the distant Chaozhou, and he Zhong Xuan relied on the power stolen by the Zhong clan to rise to the top, how could he have been demoted?

These two sentences are about eliminating harm for the country, and should not be old and stingy with life, and he has a hammer relationship with him who is less than thirty years old?

The remaining three or four sentences are the same, and he can't play with Zhongxuan's eight poles, he can copy a poem wrongly, and he doesn't know how to change the content, zero bad reviews, and a big demerit.

As for who is among the eight sons of Yangzhou who is the original author of this poem, the literati who know a little about the poetry platform have already guessed, and with the two sentences of "degrading Chaozhou" and "Snow embracing Languan", the only person in the audience who meets the identity is the head of the eight sons of Yangzhou - Han Ziyu.