An Junnan touched his chin, a little surprised, of course, more proud, and didn't forget to make up for it: "I said a long time ago, Brother Lin just writes a random poem, and it is much better than some people......"

This sentence was very harsh, but when it was said at the moment, no one said it anymore.

Farther away, Zhang Xian, who was dressed in a gray Confucian robe, frowned tightly, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't say anything after all.

If there was anyone in the audience who was the most embarrassed, it was him, except for the pale-faced twilight girl.

What doesn't leave people to live, what old trees bloom, now that I think about it, I am like a clown who jumps off the beam, and all the preparations have created momentum for others.

As the person just said, Brother Lin just wrote a random poem, which is much better than some people...... This Brother Lin, where is it sacred?

Not to mention him, everyone else present is also inquiring, is there any talent surnamed Lin in Bianjing City, but looking around, there doesn't seem to be such a person, but the person who can write such a work shouldn't be an unknown person?

Everyone's eyes fell on the smoking girl, since this poem was written to her by that Brother Lin, she should know who this person is.

The woman in the center of the stage looked up at the lover in the distance, who nodded slightly.

As a result, an unfamiliar name spread among the mouths of the people.

Shen Jia...... Son-in-law...... Yang lin......

There was silence again, and then suddenly it became noisy.

"It's nonsense! Can a son-in-law write such an article? ”

"What Yang Lin, there is such a number one person among the scholars in the capital? How have I never heard of it. ”

"Getting started as a son-in-law...... It's a shame in my life! What did this person think, and why did he embark on this path when he had such talent? ”

"Is the Shen family in the Shen family's pharmacy?"

"I remembered, I saw this person at Brother Dexing's Imperial Shooting Conference, and there doesn't seem to be anything special about it......

"Small hidden in the forest, big hidden in the city, this son is so forbearing, ambitious."

Everyone talked about it, but they didn't guess that it would be such a result, the banquet in the hall, hundreds of scholars present, was actually occupied by a son-in-law.

The point is that, according to the girl with smoke, this poem was just chanted by the man casually, and he didn't even have time to write the manuscript, so he turned around and went home with his little maid.

Thinking about it this way, how terrifying should this Yang Lin's level be?

……

Yang Lin never thought that he could gain a firm foothold in this era by copying a few poems, which is not very realistic, those well-known great writers and poets in history, most of them lived very miserable when they were alive, and the predicament can most consume and sharpen people's will, so there are those great works.

But in his opinion, being able to write poetry is at most a craft, the icing on the cake, and how far he can really go depends on his personal ability, in addition to things like luck, which are also indispensable.

On the way back, this one had been left behind by him, and when he heard Xiao Yun say that there was a guest at home, it was the son surnamed Liang last time, Yang Lin was slightly stunned, but he admired his perseverance.

Xiao Yun was paying attention to Yang Lin's face all the way, worried that after her uncle heard such news, she would impulsively go back and make something happen, which was why Shen Yourong hurriedly sent her out.

After all, for a man, when he encounters such a thing, his face is still a little unbearable.

How did she know that Yang Lin had already made a move a few days ago......

When I returned to Shen's house, it had been dark for a while, and it was almost time for the dinner party to end, and that Liang Gongzi had already left the table.

Yang Lin's sudden appearance made the people on the table stunned, the old lady had not yet spoken, and the relatives of the Shen family had begun to teach lessons one after another, which probably meant that why did he come back so late, there were guests at home, and even a seven-year-old child knew that he had to take it seriously, but he didn't even understand this rule.

There is also a saying that he is full of alcohol, and if something like this happened at home, he was still in the mood to mess around outside, and while he was talking, the topic turned to Shen Yourong again, asking her to discipline her husband more, and to be a wife, it is her duty to teach her husband and children.

It was obvious that Shen Yourong's face was a little ugly, but he didn't have a seizure in front of the old lady, and at this time, a stern voice suddenly came from the other side of the table: "Enough!" Shut up! ”

The relative of the Shen family who spoke was obviously startled, and looked up, but saw that the old lady was putting down the chopsticks in his hand, looking at him with serious eyes, not threatening but angry, suppressing all the sounds, and for a while, the needles in the room could be heard.

The old lady is old, and it should be the time to take care of her life, and she rarely asks about family affairs on weekdays, but the majesty of being the head of the family is still there.

The relatives of the Shen family were also taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Old, old man, ......"

The old lady has been crisscrossing the shopping mall for decades, and the majesty of a person in a position, even if he sits there and doesn't speak, the momentum is enough to scare people, and at this moment his eyes fell on that person, looking very disappointed: "These words, but someone taught them?" ”

The man's lips opened, and just as he was about to speak, the old lady had already stood up, picked up the crutches beside him with a slight tremble, and walked forward.

"Daddy!"

"Old man!"

"Grandpa!"

Everyone immediately shouted, worried about the old man's body, and fell down carelessly, but the old lady Shen had already walked over, raised the crutches in his hand and slammed it towards the man's calf.

The man let out a painful sound, and suddenly fell to the ground, cold sweat came out on his forehead, his body shook, he looked up at the old lady with a blue face, and said with a dry throat: "The old man is angry...... I was wrong about it......"

There was silence for a while, and the old lady put down the crutches in her hand and her eyes fell on him: "If you want to know that you are wrong, you won't be stupid enough to say these things, then tell me, what's wrong?" ”

"Old man, I ......"

There was a thud, another crutch on his leg, and the painful man almost fainted.

"I'm not dead yet! Just stand up one by one, what are you doing standing up? was used as a gun, and you still look proud? The Shen family can have today's life, is it because of your brothers who turn against each other and kill each other?! Well? ”

"The old man is angry......"

The old lady shook his head after speaking, but he was not in the mood to continue, and walked out on crutches: "I'm a little sleepy, go back first." ”

Shen Yourong got up and was about to send him back, but the old man said:

"No need, Yang Lin will come and accompany me."

Yang Lin, who was still watching the performance of the Shen family with great interest, didn't expect the topic to turn back to him, he was slightly stunned, and then stepped forward to support the old lady.