In the Sanyuan Building, while staggering and chanting poems, it was terrifyingly quiet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Only the chess pieces in the old man's hand, tapping on the table one by one.

Lin Lan was even more determined, no matter how much he couldn't control his hand tonight, he couldn't win this old man's ticket. If you win this old guy's money, it will be obvious that you will be on fire. Such a stupid thing, Lin Lan naturally would not do it.

The two of them worked around for a cup of tea, and the first poem next door had already been delivered.

Yan Gong drank sake and said, "Read." ”

The servant who came to pass the poem read through the door: "The silver flower bead tree came to see at dawn, and the hangover was twice as cold when I first woke up." It is like Wang Gong wearing a crane, and the railing is still a jade fence. ”

Yan Gong nodded and said, "Yes, yes, the artistic conception is there." There is no snow in the finale, but it makes people feel the silver in the snow. If the old man guessed correctly, it must have been done by one of the three, right? ”

The servant smiled and said, "It's Li Qian, Li Gongzi's doing." ”

"Haha, okay. Not bad. Yan Gong high-fived and laughed.

Seeing Lin Lan's expressionless face, the old man raised his eyebrows, "How is it?" Not satisfied? ”

"How dare you, how dare you. If the old gentleman doesn't mind, can you let it go down for convenience? After all, this wine has been drunk so much. Lin Lan rolled her eyes and said with a smile.

The plate under this subordinate is about to be reconciled, and the old man is naturally a little unhappy. According to Lin Lan's rules, it means that it is the red side, that is, he wants to lose, this old face naturally can't hang up, and he knocks on the chess pieces a little unhappily, but he has no intention of dropping.

"If you want to leave, you can write a poem that satisfies the old man, and I will let you go."

"The younger generation is only sparse and shallow, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a masterpiece that the old gentleman can see, or ......"

"Then don't blame the old man for arresting you as an official!"

Lin Lan frowned and said, "It's okay to compose poetry, the younger generation has a habit, and that is the inspiration on the toilet." ”

"Oh? Toilet inspiration? What does that mean? ”

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Naturally, when I went to the toilet, my thoughts flowed out, and I wrote a chapter." ”

Yan Gong smiled: "It's a little interesting. Come to someone, take him to the latrine, and the old man will give him a stick of incense to see how this dirty place of flies and maggots can produce elegant poems. ”

As soon as Lin Lan went out, the two big men followed him left and right, once Lin Lan moved, these two big men were estimated to be able to let him drink a pot.

Yan Gong listened to the poems coming from time to time next door, and said: "If he can't make a stick of incense, don't say anything else, just twist it directly to the yamen, and say that the thief was caught by the old man himself." ”

"Yes, sir."

Lin Lan wanted to cry without tears, and she could have reported her father's name at this time. But in this way, I'm afraid that when I go back, I will inevitably be scolded by the old lady who has just passed the door, and it may still be a mixed doubles, what Sven sweeps the floor, corrupts the door, and it is terrible to think about. After weighing the gains and losses, he felt that it was better to slip away at the opportunity.

Naturally, the thatched house is not in a conspicuous position, and the Sanyuan Building is open to do business, and this filthy place is naturally on the edge of the corner of the backyard.

"Take it." The two handed the pen and paper to Lin Lan, and used their mouths to nun the thatched house in the corner, "Hurry up, a stick of incense." The old man has a good temperament, it doesn't mean that our old rough temperament is good, if you can't get what the old man wants, don't blame the brothers for arresting you and going to the official. ”

Lin Lan took the pen and paper and walked towards the thatched house with a black light, naturally there could be no inspiration. "This young master, this black light is blind, how to write, please come to your oil lamp, otherwise the writing will be confused, so that Yan Gong can't understand it, the two of you are right."

The two big men looked at each other, as if they had some reason, and nodded. A man looked at Lin Lan and said, "I'll bring you an oil lamp, don't think about running, under the two of us, even flies can't run out!" ”

Lin Lan smiled, "Where do you dare to run." ”

The man who went to get the lamp soon came back and said, "Hurry up and write, it's really strange that there are many problems, and I don't stay in a good private room, I have to come to this place to write poems." It seemed that it was difficult to accept the taste here, and the two big men stood more than a dozen steps away, too lazy to get closer.

Lin Lan slipped the oil lamp, walked into the thatched house, and casually wrote four lines of poetry on it, but suddenly made a gesture and said secretly: In case this dead old man deliberately wants to fix himself, how can this be good. What he is most worried about is that no matter how well the poem is written, it will not fall into the eyes of the old man who pretends to be blind. When the time comes, he will be arrested and sent to prison, and there will be nowhere to talk about suffering.

"Hey, boy, is it written?"

Lin Lan casually said, "It's almost there!" This is like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms, presumably it can be regarded as a famous sentence of Yinxue, Lin Lan hastily wrote two couplets, thinking about how to escape and ascend to heaven.

In an environment where the enemy is outnumbered and the enemy is strong and I am weak, Lin Lan must not be considered first if he has no choice but to die.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

"Windy?" Although the thatched house was against the wall, Lin Lan was still keenly aware of the coolness behind him. By the faint light of the oil lamp, he felt where the wind had penetrated.

Lin Lan pulled violently, and a large piece of white ash fell from the back hula.

There was a huge hole in the back of the hut!

"Hey, are you alright, half a pillar of incense!"

"It's coming! Right away. Lin Lan leaned the lime in his other hand against the wall on the left side, and came out, and his vigorous skills drilled directly out of the hole behind him.

There was no one in the back alley, Lin Lan tiptoed and slipped away.

The oil lamp in front of the thatched house was suddenly blown out by the wind, and a big man frowned, and said, "Squeak, if you haven't finished writing, Lao Tzu will arrest you and go to see the official!" ”

"Hey, boy, you've fallen into the dung pit! Speak! ”

"Not good." The man on one side suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurried towards the hut. As soon as the curtain was lifted, Lin Lan inside had already run away. The big man took out the fire fold and relit the oil lamp, and when he saw the half-man-high dog hole, he hated it.

"This kid is really cunning! Damn, how do you deal with the master now. ”

The big man on the side picked up the pen and paper on the ground, "What else can I do?" ”

In the private room, there are already many juniors and juniors, gathered around Yan Gong, and they all tasted and commented on the masterpieces that had just been selected.

"Later life thinks that it is still Brother Li's song that is wonderful, and there is not a word of snow in the final chapter, but it makes people feel the atmosphere of the snow railing, especially the allusions, which push the poem to a new height, so I don't think that today's poet is Brother Li. I don't know what Yan Gong thinks? ”

"If you have other opinions, you can also put them forward." There are more than ten poems in Yan Gong's hand, all of which are considered good manuscripts, so they will be pressed on hand.

"I think Brother Fang's Yongxue is also good, you say ...... Gong"

The door opened, and the servant whispered a few words in the old man's ear, and handed the white xuan in his hand.

"Hush. Ran and ran. This oily boy, is it possible that the old man really expects him to make any fancy things. The old man casually glanced at Bai Xuan's verses, his face suddenly changed, and he got up suddenly, "Zhao Long Zhao Hu, hurry up and arrest that kid for me!" ”

Yan Gong's expression changed greatly before and after, and everyone didn't know what it was and why. Yan Gong stood outside the door and muttered to himself: "Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom." has the skills of an old man, and even more so the momentum of an old man. ”

He, a flying man who couldn't cross the river, was finally ridiculed by Lin Lan, a pawn who hadn't crossed the river. Yan Gong held Bai Xuan's hand and trembled even more......

Who doesn't know, Yan Gong's "white snow is too late in spring, so he wears the garden trees to make flying flowers", but today, he was killed by a nobody's "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms", and he was killed with no momentum. Yan Gong swallowed his saliva, and said ashamedly: "It seems that this poem is not finished, this matter is not over, and the old man is clumsy." ”

He clearly saw that at the beginning of the third line, a line was also scribbled with a pen, which should have been scribbled by the kid when he ran away halfway through writing.

A room full of scholars, all of them were red-faced and red-eared at this time.

What the hell is that kid?

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Lin Lan, who slipped home, was inevitably counted down. Fortunately, he is now the only son of the Lin family, except for his own mother's chattering endlessly, the other rooms and Lin Ruhai did not count a word, but helped Lin Lan speak.

At the dinner table, Lin Ruhai smiled and said, "Mr. Xia told me today that you don't have to go to school, let you go to Huairen Academy in three days." ”

"Lan'er knows."

"Yes. My Lin family was also the family of Shilu back then. In your grandfather's generation, thanks to the grace of the emperor, he inherited another generation. Your father and I are in the first department, and we all rely on ourselves to get to where we are today. Remember, although you are gifted and intelligent, you must not be conceited and neglect the words of the saints and waste your studies. ”

"Lan'er understands."

Aunt Jifang also responded to Lin Ruhai's words, and bluntly said that Lin Lan is the hope of the Lin family, the pillar of the future, and the future pension will depend on him, etc., Lin Lan frowned and smiled bitterly and said yes, a meal, always choking to death.

Just escaped death, and was educated at the dinner table. Lin Lan suddenly felt a little envious of Daiyu, who was able to open a small stove in the West Chamber.