The Northern Song Dynasty has gradually entered the heyday of literary history, there are many literary giants who are enough to be famous in history, and literary masterpieces are even more vast.

After thinking for a while, it seems that everyone will write a popular masterpiece after more than ten years, Yang Zheng silently bowed and apologized to everyone in his heart, and walked on the stage without saying a word.

There was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared on the stage, and Yang Zheng did not talk nonsense, took the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paved white paper:

Ai Lian said

The flowers of water, land, grass and trees are very lovely.

He writes a sentence, and the onlookers next to him read it.

"Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemum alone. Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peonies very much. ”

"To love the lotus out of the mud without staining, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed."

"It is called a chrysanthemum, and the one who is a recluse of flowers; Peony, the rich and noble of flowers; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. ”

"Yikes! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard after pottery. The love of the lotus, who is the giver? The love of peony is suitable for everyone! ”

The must-memorize article in this textbook, the teacher's requirements back then, left and right, can not remember a single punctuation mark, Yang Zheng remembers the punctuation, but it has not appeared yet.

In just over a hundred words, it only took a few breaths, and the onlookers next to them read it again and couldn't help but read it again, and the complete Ai Lian said that it was passed out from the circle around Yang Zheng.

"Good article..."

"Every word is beautiful......"

"Good writing..."

Most of the people on the Fan floor are people with a certain amount of literary literacy, and it may not be easy for them to write, but they still have the ability to appreciate it, and more and more people are squeezing into the middle, hoping to see the short article on the table with their own eyes.

"This..."

Tian Feng has been watching Yang Zheng when he started writing, he wants to see what bullshit articles this little white face has written, and then hit him well, Tian family's poetry and books are heirlooms, not only Tian Yuanyan taught by example, but also taught by famous teachers since he was a child, he didn't believe that Yang Zheng could write articles better than what he wrote.

However, from the first sentence, his face changed, and the more he went to the back, the more ugly his face became.

Yang Zheng finished writing, his mind buzzing and blank.

This is an article that can be famous all over the world, but such an article was born because of him, if such an article appeared because of literary exchanges, he could also leave a strong mark in history, but this article was written under the satire of his article, how beautiful this article is, how ugly his article is.

This article is praising the lotus, the gentleman's love, he is the villain who was not written in the article, and as the reputation of this article spreads all over the world, his reputation, and even the reputation of the Tian family, will become stinky.

As for the merits of this, no one cares.

Looking at Tian Feng's depressed appearance, Yang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, and moved out the article of Zhou Dunyi, the great god, and the effect was really extraordinary.

Shi Zhen is also a well-educated person, Cao Min has such an article on him, and the gossip can't help her, he just got the news, Yang Zheng got the 200,000 taels through Cao Min, so he tested Yang Zheng, and he saw that he could put forward the conditions, but he didn't expect to kill a pig teammate halfway and force out such a peerless article.

It is impossible to mention the conditions now, he glared at Tian Feng fiercely, and left Fan Lou with people, today's Oiran Contest has little meaning, and all the limelight has been stolen by Yang Zheng's article.

All the literati read Ai Lian obsessively, and everyone forgot Yang Zheng's identity, and talked to him enthusiastically, and the words were very excited, and Yang Zheng had to find a gap to sneak out of Fan Lou.

The people of the Qinglou Guild who organized the Oiran Contest discussed it, and had to hastily end the Oiran Competition, the most popular Zhihua won the final championship, Ruyi second, and the small of the Emerald Red House won the third place, although the Oiran Contest ended with some anticlimactic tails, but during the Oiran Competition, there was such an article, and the people of the Qinglou Guild still felt honored.

Yang Zheng, who came out of the Fan Building, slowly walked to the small courtyard where he lived, and he had to be a copyist tonight, and his heart was a little dark, it seems that cheating will really make people feel a strange pleasure.

After the dark cool, he was a little worried, Ai Lian said that the fame was too great, and where such an article reached the emperor, I don't know what kind of thunder will come down.

Thinking about his thoughts along the way, he unconsciously walked to the Jinshui River a few hundred meters away from Jinshuimen, his small courtyard is not far from Jinshuimen, and then two more streets can be reached, seeing that he is about to reach home, his steps unconsciously faster.

There are only some restaurants and inns on this street, there is no place for entertainment such as Qinglou Washe, the time has reached midnight, the street is quiet, Yang is walking, suddenly a chaotic footsteps came to the front, mixed with some low cheers.

"It won't be an assassin again......" Yang Zheng dodged into a small corner, holding the military thorn tied to his calf in his hand.

"Whew, whew..."A rapid breath got closer and closer, and the faint moonlight imprinted faint shadows on the ground.

Yang Zheng was holding the military thorn, ready to open a bloody mouth for the comer.

"It's close..."

Yang Zheng was holding the military thorn, his palms were a little sweaty, Yang Zheng held his breath and waited quietly.

In the moonlight, the shadow suddenly pounced forward, Yang Zheng subconsciously stabbed the army forward, but stabbed into the air, and after a bang, the shadow disappeared.

Yang Zheng looked over and saw that a burly man was lying in front of him, trying to get up but without success.

He cautiously moved two steps forward before he could see the face of the big man clearly.

"Is that you?"

Yang Zheng looked at Dahan in shock, he didn't expect that this was a high-roller who spent a lot of money in Fanlou, at this time, Dahan's face was covered with blood and sweat, and he looked weak.

Dahan obviously also recognized Yang Zheng, the two were very close to each other at that time, and both of them were dignified, so it was difficult not to pay attention.

"Get out of here!"

The big man roared urgently.

Yang Zheng didn't expect that Dahan was quite tough, and seeing that there were footsteps in front of him, it seemed that there were still many people chasing Dahan.

Yang Zheng was very familiar with this place, so he didn't care about dealing with the big man, so he put away the military thorn, reached out and pulled the big man's arm, and helped the big man to drill into the alley next to him.

There are a lot of poor people living in this area, each house is next to each other, leaving only two or three people, Yang is helping the big man through these alleys, towards his small yard.

And a group of people chasing behind got into the alley, facing several narrow intersections, and after scattering into the alleys, the ghosts did not find a single one, and they searched for a while and had to give up the search.

And Yang Zheng helped the big man to return to his place without danger, closed the courtyard door, and sat in the courtyard panting tiredly.

"Sooner or later, kill all these bastards!"

The big man who was thrown to the ground by Yang Zheng said in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it if we survive......" Yang Zheng looked at the blood stains on his body with disgust, although the big man was not in a pit, the injury was definitely not light.