Minister Lu stopped crying, Lu Ye raised his head slightly, looking at the beams and pillars above his head, but his mind drifted into the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday's events are still vivid, but Lu Ye never imagined that it would be such an ending. That guy named Chen Lezong, since he was able to recite Li He's poems, why did he say so many popular poems, but Chen Lezong didn't even react at all?

This is where Lu Ye feels that there is no way to understand.

"Young master, I'll go get something and come over to give you ...... to eat."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Lu Ye: "Don't worry, I'm not hungry now." ”

Indeed, although he has been in a coma for nearly a day, there is no feeling of great hunger in Lu Ye's stomach now, and it is at such a time that Lu Ye's thoughts are flying.

"How did I get back?"

"It was Gongzi Cao Zhen who sent the young master back, and he also invited a doctor to come over to diagnose the young master."

"Oh......." Hearing this, Lu Ye nodded slightly.

It's Cao Zhen, not You Heng. Could it be that You Heng still hasn't escaped his fate? Lu Ye couldn't help but think about it.

"Is there anyone else coming?"

"Yes. Gang Master Ji and her cousin both came over and told me that if the young master woke up, remember to inform them. ”

"Inform them? Did you say what it was? ”

"That's not ......."

"Oh......." When Lu Ye heard this, he nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew.

Ji Ke? Qi Jianqing?

Why did these two people know that something had happened? Could it be that they also participated in the Longshou Mountain Literary Conference that day? Or was it the old shopkeeper who told them?

What do they have to do with themselves? For a while, Lu Ye had a lot of things in his mind, and he didn't know where to start combing.

"Is there anyone else but them?"

"Nope."

Lu Ye nodded, originally there was still a trace of hope in Lu Ye's heart, hoping that Chen Lezong could come over and give him some reaction. But when he heard Minister Lu's answer, his heart cooled again.

Could it really be that I guessed wrong? Chen Lezong is actually not a person who has crossed the long river of history like himself?

"Okay, I got it." Lu Ye let out a long breath.

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The night gradually shrouded the sky above Xu Capital City.

It was as if it was a behemoth beast that devoured all the light in one gulp, and then exhaled deeply, and what came out was the overwhelming night.

Stars, dotted across the night sky, sparkle brightly.

The starry sky of this era is fundamentally different from the starry sky of later generations, where the stars are easily invisible. The stars in the sky illuminate the direction of many people.

Inside Sikong Mansion, the lights are bright at this time.

Xun Yu sat in the lobby, and beside him, there were many people who were constantly busy. If You Heng were here, he would have been astonished, for he would have found that many of the people present were famous people.

For example, Zhou Budo, such as Yang Xiu.

It's just that You Heng is not here, so naturally it is impossible to express such feelings.

Xun Yu looked at the busy people in the hall, glanced at the sky outside the house, and showed a trace of impatience in his eyes: "Have you ever found out that the poem once appeared in ancient books?" ”

Many people had a bitter look on their faces.

"So that Lord Sikong knows, I have been reading it for a day today, but at that time, such poems cannot be found in any ancient books."

"Even if there are a few similarities, it can be seen that there are obvious traces of use, and if this can be regarded as plagiarism, it is inevitable that there are some ...... that cannot be said."

Xun Yu frowned, then waved his hand and said, "That's it, you can retreat." ”

"No......."

So these literati retreated like a tide from this Sikong Mansion.

Xun Yu knelt alone in front of the desk, but in front of him were many pieces of paper, on which were written the fragments of the sentences that Lu Ye read out on the day.

As the sky deepened, except for a few guards on duty, it became extremely quiet.

Xun Yu looked at the papers placed in front of him, as well as the poems that were taken out casually enough to be passed on to future generations, and the shock in his heart was naturally needless to say.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan...... what kind of things have I, my little junior brother, experienced to be able to write such poems?"

Although Xun Yu has been in the officialdom for a long time, no one dares to deny Xun Yu's literary brilliance. What's more, it's just a basic sense of appreciation now.

Everyone has a girl with a sunny smile in their hearts, and in this way, it can arouse extremely strong resonance. Even Xun Yu, when he heard such a poem at this time, he couldn't help but sigh.

"And that guy named Chen Lezong...... if there were no little junior disciples who later spoke like a river and said countless fragments, the poem written by Chen Lezong would not be bad......

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect the ...... of Guanshan Fifty Prefectures."

Such a heroic spirit is naturally unique. Even Xun Yu himself heard such a poem at first glance, although there were many incomprehensible places, but he was still shocked by it.

"It's just that this Guanshan Fifty Prefectures, but I don't know where it is."

"If you change it to something else, the spirit is diminished...... It's really troublesome ....... ”

Xun Yu held the paper full of words in his hand, strolled out of the room, stood under the galaxy scroll, and looked at the paper full of poems in his hand.

"What kind of person is it...... How can we write such a poem that will last for centuries in such a short period of time? ”

"Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into a dream......."

Such a poem would not be so surprising if it was written by a military general who has been fighting all year round. But my little junior brother, according to what the master said, is only fifteen or sixteen years old, how can he have ever seen such a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood? ”

For a while, even Xun Yu himself was a little confused.

"Anyway...... My little junior brother is really not worrying. If it weren't for the letter from my master, I wouldn't have thought that my little junior brother was afraid of some evil...... ”

"If I have the opportunity, I'm afraid I still have to have a long talk with my little junior brother......."

Then Xun Yu stretched his waist fiercely, and his eyes looked at a deeper place, which was eroded by the darkness.

The Dungeon of Sikong Mansion.

"There are some things that should be dealt with now......."

The night is deep and cold.