The moon was shining brightly, shining on his body, making Lin Ziyang feel a chill. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Senior Brother Lin, you ......", Liu Qiao'er, who was studying ink, suddenly saw that Lin Ziyang, who was originally extremely arrogant, instantly lost his confidence, and stood there stunned, not knowing what was going on at all, and looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

"Uh, no, it's okay......", Lin Ziyang smiled reluctantly, but his smile couldn't hide the bitterness and panic.

What to do!? What now!?

Is it written? Or go?

If he writes, the first place in the poetry club has been decided, and his best ranking is only second, which will make him lose his reputation greatly, and he will not be able to raise his head in front of Du Xian and others.

But if you don't write it, you will leave directly, and you will be afraid that it will also be a contemptuous gaze, and the five hundred taels of silver will also be returned.

Lin Ziyang stood still, and the tourists around him began to whisper, and someone in the crowd seemed to be pointing at this side, and the sound was dense, like a crazy grass, and kept drilling into Lin Ziyang's ears.

Wang Chuan, Li Qian, Lu Qingxi and others over there all frowned slightly, and Liu Liang and other Xiucai also felt strange and whispered to each other.

Zhang Jizhi, Liu Wenyuan and others smiled one by one, and there was a flash of light in their eyes from time to time, and their expressions were proud.

"Ahem, Brother Lin, what's the matter, can't you write it? Or rather, don't you dare to write? Qin Xun stepped forward and looked at the past.

"This ......", Lin Ziyang couldn't help but want to retreat, but suddenly woke up, if he retreated, then everything would be over.

However, he didn't dare to look at Qin Xun's fierce gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, closed his eyes and pondered, for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I have already said before, I feel unwell tonight, and I was able to hold on, but now the discomfort is suddenly aggravated, and my thoughts are all gone, this poem, I can't write it now, this poetry will be the first, it seems that there is only Rang Xian."

"Huh? Can't write anymore? In the blink of an eye, you suddenly became so sick? Everyone can see it clearly just now, you Lin Ziyang is aggressive, and you have the potential to ignore me, you said that the illness is getting worse now, this, I'm afraid you can't convince the public, right? Qin Xun sneered, turned around and spread his hands to the people around him.

Suddenly, the onlookers began to coax and shouted: "Yes, Lin Gongzi, I was obviously fine just now, why did I suddenly fall ill, didn't we treat us as blind?" You just write a random poem, and you always have to add some talent to Huaning City."

These onlookers just regard this game as a prayer for their children and grandchildren, looking forward to the future of their children and grandchildren, and they can also get a bit of literary brilliance from the poems of these talents, in their hearts, as long as it is written by talents, it doesn't matter whether it is good or not.

Someone over there also said loudly: "Lin Gongzi, since you are here, wouldn't it be too rude if you don't write a poem?" Let's write a song."

Du Xian and others urged on the side, and the people around them also cheered, only Chen Heng tried his best to argue, but he couldn't suppress the crowd, seeing that the situation had reached a point where he had to make a move, Lin Ziyang's heart sank like lead, knowing that he couldn't dodge, he tried his best to calm down at the moment, walked to the table, and grabbed the pen in his hand again.

When everyone saw this, they fell silent.

Lin Ziyang took a deep breath, adjusted his state to the best, put aside distracting thoughts in his heart, and finally took a horizontal heart, slowly lifted the pen, and wrote a small poem on the paper.

It is also Qin Louyue.

The building is lacking, and the shadow of the dry is lying in the east chamber moon.

In the east chamber month, a day of wind and dew, apricot blossoms like snow.

The smoke is leaking, and the light is dim.

The lanterns are knotted, the spring dream is a piece, and the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is wide.

After writing, Lin Ziyang put down his pen, closed his eyes and slowly calmed down, but picked up the rice paper, read the small words again, and after one time, he read it a second time, and in his eyes, the original tired, nervous, and lost colors slowly faded, and gradually surged a faint light, and in the end, Lin Ziyang became excited.

It's done!

At this time, he finally found his feelings!

That kind of artistic conception, the turn of the pen, and the emotion of sustenance, this poem actually includes it all!

God help me!

The people around him also looked inexplicable, seeing Lin Ziyang suddenly holding the rice paper, his face was flushed, and his hands were trembling slightly, he turned around and handed the rice paper to Wang Chuan, his voice trembled slightly, and said, "Lord Wang, please take a look."

Wang Chuan read it with those Xiucai, his expression was also surprised, and some people shouted: "Lin Gongzi really deserves to be the first in the two-year poetry meeting and the first of my Huaning talents, this Qin Louyue should at least be on an equal footing with Qin Xun's song."

Liu Liang's eyes lit up, and he said again and again: "It's not just that, this song is obviously better than the one in the Snow Garden, whether it is artistic conception or feelings, it has reached the point of reaching the peak, in my opinion, it is directly selected for the millennium swan song, which is not too much!" ”。

There are also old and serious Xiucai who shook their heads and said, "A thousand-year-old swan song...... I'm afraid that it can't be reached, the mood of this poem is a little hazy, with apricot blossoms, lack of moon, wind dew, etc., as a scene, slightly thin...... However, the feeling of relatives getting together and suddenly parting in the words is very remarkable, if it is comparable to Qin Xungongzi's Qin Louyue, it should be possible."

"No, no, this kind of light meeting, light parting, is just a kind of hazy, which shows that Ziyang is broad-minded, insightful, and confused, just go with the flow, this scene is just the best ......."

Several people scrambled back and forth, Lin Ziyang puffed up his chest slightly beside him, and his expression returned to a little arrogance.

Qin Xun and the others came over, took the words and read them again, and they were all silent, although Zhang Jizhi and the others occasionally whispered a word that could not compare to Brother Qin, but they were also a little worried in their hearts, and their eyes looked at Lin Ziyang, and they no longer had that aggressive momentum.

At this time, suddenly there was a large number of footsteps from outside the garden, and then at the entrance of the garden, there were Zhizhou Wang Tianhe, Confucian Fang Xiaozhong, Li Meng, Qin Yue, Bai Shizang and others.

Wang Tianhe was accompanied by Master Yunxing, the host of the Huaning City Outside Yin Temple, and there were many famous talents in the back, and behind these people, there were many followers and guards.

When this group of people came, it was equivalent to all the people in the Snow Garden.

Seeing this, Wang Chuan, Li Qian, Zhang Qiuhong and others hurriedly got up, stepped forward to greet each other, and saluted Wang Tianhe.

Wang Tianhe raised his hand to stop, and said with a smile: "Today, the old man is sitting with him as a Confucian student, so you don't have to be formal."

So everyone returned to the lake and sat down again, but the main seat had been replaced by Wang Tianhe, and the rest of the people waited, some sat and stood, accompanied by both sides.

Far away, visitors see the arrival of the Lord Zhizhou, but also cheered up, staring at this side with blazing eyes, the adults took the child's hand, pointed to the big people in the field to introduce one by one, and instructed two sentences: "Xiaobao will definitely become such a character in the future."

Everyone sat down, laughed and talked a few words, Wang Tianhe looked at the moonlight, and then opened his mouth: "The poetry meeting has passed for more than an hour, and seeing that midnight is approaching, everyone's poems should have been almost written, right?" Why don't we summarize it now, let's discuss it together to screen out those excellent works and evaluate them, how about it? ”。

As a result, the poems that had been preliminarily selected were all presented, and Wang Tianhe and more than 20 talented people such as Confucian scholars Fang Xiaozhong, Li Meng, Bai Shizang, Wang Chuan, and Liu Liang sat together and discussed the quality of the product.

The Confucian show over there accounted for the majority, and there was a master of Zhizhou, and the number of talented people over there was indeed a lot, and the poems and essays over there accounted for the majority, and in a blink of an eye, there was a situation where the Snow Garden crushed the Moon Garden.

"Hehe, this year, I'm afraid that the Snow Garden is going to win again, according to the old man, it's better to combine the two gardens into one from next year, it's not interesting for me to look at it here, get a lively place, it's stronger than this", Fang Xiaozhong piled up the wrinkles on his face and said with a faint smile.

"Yes, poetry will be, you should write some good poems, every year we watch the snow and have a lot of good poems, so we can simply move over", Shiraishi Zang also said.

Wang Tianhe smiled and didn't speak, neither agreeing nor objecting, allowing these Confucian scholars to be ridiculed by you and me.

"Huh...... This song, cough, this song is not bad".

Li Meng, who was silent, suddenly coughed lightly, picked out a piece of rice paper, and handed it to Wang Tianhe, Wang Tianhe read it, his eyes also showed joy, read it carefully, and finally looked at the payment, and shouted: "I said, it turned out to be Lin Ziyang's...... Ziyang, this year's song is going to be in the limelight again."

Lin Ziyang pretended to be modest and said: "Where, the adults praised it falsely, Xiaosheng is unwell today, and the feeling of writing is much worse, otherwise, it may be better."

Wang Tianhe picked up Qin Xun's Qin Louyue again, compared the two small words, pondered for a moment, and said: "These two Qin Louyue are both first-class masterpieces, but in comparison, it is Qin Xun's song that is more sincere."

"His hometown was originally plundered by the Tartars, and after that kind of bloody days, he was able to write such a misty but melancholy poem, and Ziyang's poem seems to be emotionally lighter, meeting and getting together, like duckweed, although it is a good word, but if you don't have such experience, you can't feel it, and it's relatively niche."

"Amitabha, good, good, Lord Zhizhou's words are bad, according to the little monk, it is Lin Gongzi's little word that prevails."

Master Yunxing opened his mouth, and everyone looked at him, only to hear him say: "Life is a landscape, when the moon comes, when the breeze goes, the breeze and the moon, or separated or separated, all in the underworld, this poem will interpret these feelings and artistic conception vividly and vividly, if it is enlightened, it is convenient for Buddhism to be not far away......."

"What the master said is that Xiao Sheng thinks exactly that", Lin Ziyang originally saw that Lord Zhizhou had already favored Qin Xun, and was feeling desperate, but when he heard Master Yunxing speak, he was immediately overjoyed, and quickly nodded.

Nowadays, Buddhism flourished in the Great Song Dynasty, far surpassing the previous generations, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, where there were temples in almost every city. Some Buddhist Zen masters were extremely knowledgeable and often had close contacts with the great Confucians of the day.

Wang Tianhe admired those Zen masters who were full of wisdom, and this Master Yunxing was one of them.

Hearing Master Yunxing say this, he nodded, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "It's better to be like this, the two songs are tied for the first place, what do you think?" ”。

Of course, everyone would not object, and the talented people and the scholars who visited the garden began to congratulate Qin Xun and Lin Ziyang.

The excitement on Mochizukien's side was significantly higher, and they came out of the inevitable defeat and survived the desperate situation to achieve a tie for first place, which was really unexpected by everyone. Zhao Pin, Guo Xuan and others' praise for Lin Ziyang has reached the point of boasting and flattery, and the stories of talented people such as Gao Badou, Xuefu Wuche, and Sweat Niu Chongdong have all been used on him.

Chen Heng even brought a pot of wine from nowhere, poured a glass for everyone, and pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Lin Ziyang was complimented by everyone, feeling the atmosphere of the stars holding the moon, his elegant face could no longer hide his pride and frivolity, he drank a few glasses in succession, and spit out the stuffiness in his chest!

Being able to move back to a city when the poetry club has already been decided, this fully explains his Lin Ziyang's talent, which makes him drunk, completely throwing aside the loss and fear, showing a smug smile, and talking and laughing with Zhao Pin, Guo Xuan and other talents.

Suddenly, he saw Li Nianxian standing not far away, and saw that the beautiful woman was looking hesitant, standing in the bright moonlight and looking over here, with a look of heavy concern on her graceful and soft face, Lin Ziyang saw that shadow, his heart moved, and his eyes couldn't help but shoot a faint light.

He had just become the first in the poetry club, and he felt that all the people in the garden were looking at him, as if he was the center of the world, and those reverent eyes, envious looks, and obsessive expressions were all born because of him and spared him.

Li Nianxian was probably also overwhelmed by his talent and admired it in his heart, but he didn't dare to come, so he hesitated in the moonlight standing there.

Lin Ziyang thought like this, and felt faintly excited in his heart.

Since that glimpse in the teahouse, there has been a trace of admiration in his heart, admiring Li Nianxian's beauty, admiring her ability, and admiring her family background.

But he didn't dare to say it, he didn't dare to admit it, because he didn't want others to scold him for wanting to eat swan meat.

However, now, because of his poetic talent, Li Nianxian finally set his eyes on her, and Lin Ziyang felt that he must be shining like a star in her eyes at this time.

For three consecutive years, the poetry club has been the first, and such a talented person should certainly be respected and loved by everyone.

With extremely inflated self-confidence, coupled with the misunderstanding in the dark, Lin Ziyang mustered up the courage, separated the scholars, and walked towards Li Nianxian elegantly.

He was going to tell her, telling her that you don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to be shy, in fact, I already liked you for a long time, and even, he was already thinking about whether to propose marriage directly to Li Qian, who was sitting there.

Li Nianxian was looking at Wang Tianhe and other great Confucians over there to select poems, wondering whether to send the poem of Zhao Jie's friend over there.

She had read it several times just now, and every time she read it, she felt a heavy surprise in her heart, she could hardly believe that one of Zhao Jie's friends could write such a poem that made her feel that it must be extraordinary when she saw it.

Jiangning is splendid, and it is indeed a gathering of talented people.

She was hesitating to herself, and suddenly when she raised her head, a figure appeared in front of her, and the man came to her with an excited, arrogant, and excited face, his eyes shot a hot temperature, and shouted, "Miss Nianxian, do you have something to say to me?" ”。

Li Nianxian was startled, took a step back, and exclaimed, "Who are you!?" Go back! ”。

Lin Ziyang was already carried away by his conceit, and he was still immersed in fantasy, and said hurriedly: "Don't be afraid, I already know your thoughts, how can I be different, Miss Nianxian, I often dream of your ......."

"Shameless! Who wants you to dream of me, go away! Li Nianxian was frightened and hurriedly turned around to walk backwards.

"Miss Nianxian, I'm serious, I won the first place in the poetry club again, and I will soon become a showman, as long as you marry me, I will definitely be good ......to you", Lin Ziyang said, raising his hand to pull Li Nianxian.

Li Nianxian was pulled by Lin Ziyang, and suddenly became angry, she has been in charge of affairs in the Li Mansion for several years, after all, her heart is different from that of ordinary daughters, she gritted her teeth at the moment, and raised her hand to shine on Lin Ziyang's face is a slap.

"Smack!".

The loud sound of this slap was almost like a firecracker, and everywhere near and far, the tourist scholars who were immersed in the joyful and lively atmosphere turned their heads in amazement, looking at the two people standing in the field, all stunned, and opened their mouths wide.