Nangong saw Lin Yang speak wildly, and was originally nervous about being scolded by Lin Yang with a couplet, but he regained his composure and indifferently spit out four words: "Don't be ashamed." His tone was full of disdain and extreme pride.

"Whether you are ashamed to speak and listen to it." Lin Yang said coldly: "Qin Yage takes music as the first assessment object, but when I see Nangong Gongzi, he is obviously not good at managing instrumental music, his five fingers are white and calloused, and he bets that you are also not good at string instruments, and the one you are proud of is your literary talent, if Nangong Gongzi is defeated by others, I think you will not be able to raise your head from now on, so he sneered at each other and did not dare to fight." ”

Lin Yang's words are a great humiliation for Nangong Lone, but although he has the heart to refute it, he can't refute it, just because Nangong Lone is indeed not good at music and rhythm, and he can sit in the first row of seats, relying on talent and learning, as for relying on money, it is something that these people who claim to be gentlemen disdain to do.

Su Shan is young, eleven years old, although his father Su Lun is the governor of Jiangsu, but he is widely known for being incorruptible, and he does not have much pocket money.

And the reason why he was able to enter Qin Ya Pavilion was to rely on his father's power, of course, although Su Shan was young, he had never oppressed people with his power, and the money that should be given still had to be given, and his mother Gu Hengbo still had some accumulation, and his mother did not allow him to ruin his father's reputation.

"You and I are not equal in identity and reputation, but my son is disdainful, not daring!" Nangong was extremely proud, and his words were loud.

In ancient times, the so-called famous talents, gentlemen and officials all valued their family status, and the communication circle needed to be equal to their own or higher than their own status.

The literati are contemptuous of each other, and the same is true, but they look down on each other.

Nangong is famous, respected as the first scholar of Jinling, and his reputation is greater, especially more than many Jinling celebrities and Confucians, what about Lin Yang? In his eyes, a lonely and unknown person, who has neither talent nor fame, can challenge him Nangong Lonely?

Lin Yang knew that this person was extremely arrogant, and he also looked down on himself, his eyes turned, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his expression full of disdain instantly blurred, and said: "Don't dare is don't dare, why don't you say anything disdainful, since you don't dare, I sit here, I have nothing to do with you, don't say more!" ”

Nangong was so excited that he was furious, stretched out his fingers and said tremblingly, "You...... This is the Qin Accord Yaji seating rules, you have no talent and no name, sit here, my son is not convinced, how can you not say? ”

"You don't accept my!" Lin Yang said angrily: "I have given you a chance, but you are above the top, you think that the identity of this son is bad for you, and you don't give face, why do I need to give you any face?" ”

"What a sharp-toothed man?" Nangong Lin was angry in his heart, and thought: "My son cherishes his feathers and recuperates for many years, if any unknown person comes to challenge, then the reputation that this son has accumulated over the years will not be swept away?" But if you don't compete with it, this time my son will also become a laughing stock. ”

Just as Nangong was in a position to retreat and didn't know how to exit, a person suddenly stood up from behind him and said loudly: "Nangong Gongzi, this person is too much to see!" ”

There is one and there are two, after that person, another son-in-law got up and said indignantly: "Nangong Gongzi is inconvenient to compete with him, so why don't you let me try this person in the next place?" It turned out to be Mao Sui's self-recommendation to relieve the siege.

"That's great!"

Nangong saw that someone was willing to stand up for himself, and his face naturally showed a smile, knowing that this person was using himself to set off him, and he was looking for the bottom of the stairs with him, so he smiled and bowed his head, borrowed a donkey to go downhill, and said: "This He Gongzi is also famous in Jinling, since you are talking wildly, and you want to impress me with a poem, then convince this He Gongzi first!" Although the son surnamed He was trying to cling to him and bend his face, Nangong Lin had no intention of easing his cheeks, and his words were full of arrogance.

"Why bother! One poem is enough, if everyone present can stand out from me with the same kind of poem, then I will climb out from here today, and I will retreat when I see you. Lin Yang suddenly said proudly.

"This son really doesn't know how to lift." Everyone watched coldly, obviously not believing that Lin Yang could have this ability, and someone said: "If you can make such a famous poem through the ages, then the son of this book will also retreat when he sees you!" ”

Lin Yang snorted coldly, then groaned slightly, and slowly paced: "Today, everyone is here with everyone's wonderful voice, so I will offer ugliness in the next place, and use a poem of resentment to open up my speech!" Then he slowly chanted: "The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry, and she goes to the green building in spring." Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis. ”

This is a famous poem by Wang Changling that has been passed down through the ages, named "The Resentment of the Boudoir", which will be the image of the woman in the boudoir who is alone in the empty room, and use a short poem of seven laws to depict it vividly, so that after reading it, it is as if seeing the woman in the boudoir, in order to let the husband find the sadness and regret of the marquis.

Lin Yang's voice of poetry was loud, and every sentence was like a bell ringing, giving people a sense of deafening.

The scene was completely quiet in an instant, and everyone stared at Lin Yang with a shocked look, changing the contempt and disdain in their eyes before, even Nangong Lin was a little dumbfounded, and secretly annoyed in his heart: "This person is so talented, he is actually pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to trick people!" It is hateful. ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

Just when everyone didn't know how to speak, the atmosphere became a little weird, especially the He Gongzi who had volunteered before, heard such a poem, his face turned red, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

In the end, it was still in the Qin Ya Pavilion, and a woman's low sobs pulled everyone back from their stunned thoughts.

Upstairs, Concubine Yu and Liu Ru were masters and apprentices, and when they heard Lin Gongzi's article, they also smacked their tongues slightly. Liu Ru said sincerely: "Such a grudge, isn't it the situation of the soldiers of my Xia Dynasty?" The poem was gently recited in his mouth: "The young woman in the boudoir does not know sorrow, and she condenses her makeup on the green building in spring." Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis! ”

"Young Master Lin is talented! With a poem, he exhausted the sadness of the military family! Concubine Yu sighed sincerely, and her face was full of empathy. Liu Ru opened his mouth on the side and said: "We have so many sisters here, as soon as this poem comes out, I'm afraid it will cause tears from many sisters!" ”

And sure enough, there was the first woman who cried, and one after another low sobs suddenly sounded from all over the hall.

Many sons and brothers asked the girls to accompany them with their wealth, and suddenly heard that the delicate body of the woman in their arms trembled, and their voices choked, and most of them became at a loss.

These crying women naturally empathize, these years of the Hu rebellion, the southern Bagan Dynasty is ambitious, the Xia Dynasty needs to recruit strong men to join the army every year, and there are countless people who return the horse leather shroud.

And the families of these men are generally not wealthy families, and after the men in the family died in battle, many families were also severely shattered.

Especially those families with small income, if there is no other means of livelihood, for the women in these families, it is tantamount to sitting on a mountain of empty food, so many women are forced to embark on such a road to ruin their reputations because of how difficult their lives are.

Among them, women who have children in the family are especially affected.

In the Qin Yage, these women who let out a low whimper are all like this, dreaming back at midnight, dreaming that their husbands have been buried in other places, they can only regret silently, regretting that they let their husbands join the army, and pursue fame and fortune in addition to studying and entering the office, so that in the end they can only return with a horse leather shroud.

The whimpering sounds in the Qin Pavilion came and went, and Nangong was silent, but they couldn't speak for a long time, and the exit was a famous poem through the ages, which made these talented people who were superior to others in their hearts really difficult to accept.

Nangong Lin was the same, his face was blue and red, and he couldn't see people clearly in his heart before, but now he was taught a hard lesson by others, which made him understand what it means to have people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

Nangong Lin closed his eyes slightly, trying to come up with a poem that could overpower Lin Yang, but there was no possibility, and He Gongzi, who was under the steps of his early, did not dare to raise his head at this time, for fear of angering Lin Yang and attracting a burst of ridicule.

After a long time, Lin Yang saw that the emotions were brewing in place, so he looked at Nangong Lin and blurted out in a playful tone: "I don't know what Nangong Gongzi thinks of this resentful poem?" But there are poems that can overpower Xiao Ke, if there is, recite them as soon as possible, so that I can give up my position, if not, it is good to give me a reasonable explanation, right? Lin Yang's words were like a black-and-white impermanence of the iron rope, which made Nangong Lian's heart tremble.

Nangong silence did not make a sound immediately, but silently muttered, that poetry is such an elegant thing, it needs to have a good mood to obviously, in order to make people glow.

Under such nervous questioning, even Nangong Lone, the well-known Nangong Gongzi, who is respected as the younger generation of Jinling's bull-eared Nangong Lone, is unable to make ordinary good poems that can be produced, not to mention such famous poems that can be passed down through the ages.

Facing Lin Yang's stunned gaze, Nangong Lin also had to admit that he was defeated this time, but he would not admit that he was defeated, but said: "This famous poem, this son doesn't believe that it will come from you, this time I won't bother with you anymore, you will sit here!" The tone sounded very scoundrel, as if he had given Lin Yang a handout.

Nangong was stunned, and the whole person sat back in his place directly, closed his eyes slightly, obviously not daring to speak again, and most importantly, after he said this, the whole person turned red, making people see at a glance that he was actually already weak-hearted, and others did not dare to speak, only the son of He, with a shy face, actually hid his face and left, and finally everything returned to calm.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Su Shan saw that Nangong was deflated, and his heart was extremely comfortable, and he couldn't help but clasp his palms and pat it......