Master Li glanced at Lin Xifeng's expression of frowning and thinking, this was the first time Lin Xifeng frowned solemnly in front of her, and he never saw his warm smile again, Master Li bit his thin lips tightly, his eyebrows also frowned deeper, his palms had gradually sweated, pinched the corner of the rice paper, and a heart was beating so fast that she could even hear her own heartbeat.

She didn't say the answer before, deliberately made the soldiers nervous, she didn't expect it, but now it's her turn to taste this "bitterness", this kind of tormented feeling is really uncomfortable, although she thought in her heart that Lin Xifeng was not interested in fame and fortune, but she hoped that Lin Xifeng could stand up, even if it was for her, she admired fame and fortune this time, and blocked this stubble for her......

After waiting for a while, Lin Xifeng still didn't mean to speak, Master Li couldn't help but sigh, his nose became sour, his heart was suddenly covered with a layer of haze, and his eyes gradually blurred uncontrollably, she hurriedly lowered her head, and picked up the rice paper again at a loss, but her vision was blurred, and she couldn't see the words on the rice paper clearly, so she could only rely on her previous memory and plan to casually say a poem on the rice paper.

Anyway, in her eyes, there are only two kinds of people sitting in the audience, one is him, and the other is them, as for which of them writes the poems, it doesn't matter, just accompany them.

"Lingering ......"

"This sentence is from 'Untitled'!" Lin Xifeng suddenly interrupted Master Li's words, he really couldn't resist Master Li's resentful eyes, everyone put down their bodies and asked him for help so bluntly, if he still cowered and didn't dare to stand up, he really didn't look like a man.

Hearing Lin Xifeng's voice, Master Li's heart couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly there was a feeling that the clouds were open and the moon was bright, and the moon eyebrows, which had been frowning, finally slowly stretched, and suddenly a sweet taste spread in his heart......

"Untitled? Haven't you heard of this ancient book? When the soldiers heard Lin Xifeng's words, they whispered in astonishment.

Suddenly, a soldier seemed to think of something, suddenly got up and said in disbelief: "Could it be ...... Could it be the untitled poem at the West Lake Poetry Conference? Is that the epilogue of the poem? ”

Hearing this scholar's words, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at Lin Xifeng, since he could say the end of the poem, wouldn't it be proof...... Is he the author of that poem? Everyone is speculating about who the author of the poem is, and he is actually here?

There was an instant silence all around, and everyone opened their mouths in astonishment, unable to speak.

When the mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, Master Li dared to raise his head, glanced at Lin Xifeng, who was smiling calmly, then pursed his thin lips, smiled a little shyly, and then took out a crumpled piece of rice paper from his shirt, spread it out and raised it to everyone.

This piece of rice paper is the original manuscript made by Lin Xifeng.

Because the words on the rice paper were not big, only some people close to the wooden platform could read the words on the rice paper, and these people carefully confirmed it, and then couldn't help but exclaim: "That last word...... This is indeed the phrase! He really is the author of this poem! ”

Seeing this, Master Li turned the rice paper upside down, turned the paper back to everyone, and said softly: "Here are all taxis who signed the West Lake Poetry Meeting that day, which can prove that this manuscript is the original manuscript and is not a fraud." ”

"I know I know, that day was also at the West Lake Poetry Meeting, and there was my signature behind the rice paper! This draft can be proved to be true below. ”

"And me, there are also words on it, but it is not a name that is signed, but Mr. Dongpo's 'I hope people will last a long time, and they will be a thousand miles together'."

"Although I didn't sign this draft, I was present that day, and I can prove that this draft is true, it turns out that the woman wearing a white veil that day is Miss Shishi......"

“……”

For a while, several people in the audience rushed to speak, and it seemed that it was an honor to appear at the West Lake Poetry Meeting that day.

Li Yingcheng doesn't seem to have turned his mind yet, Lin Xifeng is actually the author of the poem? looked at Lin Xifeng with his mouth open in a daze, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Many scholars stood up, clasped their fists at Lin Xifeng, and complimented them with a smile: "It turns out that Gong is the author of this poem, but let everyone find it!" ”

"Today's Tianxianglou is really not in vain, not only witnessed the sunrise of Miss Shi Shi like a fairy, but also witnessed the appearance of the author of the 'Untitled Poem', and I can show off with my colleagues in the future."

"Under Li Xian, dare to ask the name of the public honor?"

“……”

The audience suddenly became very lively, and when he saw everyone standing up and respectful, Lin Xifeng also had to stand up, hugged everyone, and laughed softly: "Actually, the poem that day was just an unintentional work, and I didn't expect it to be loved by you like this, and it was also because I didn't know how to deal with this kind of scene. I also hope that in the future, you can fade this matter as soon as possible and don't trouble Lin. ”

Seeing Lin Xifeng stand up, Master Li also hurriedly put down the rice paper, and quickly pinched the waist of his skirt and stood up, it didn't matter if others stood up, only Lin Xifeng, so she didn't dare to be "disrespectful" to him.

Listening to Lin Xifeng's polite words, everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly, many people can't get fame and fortune if they want to, but he regards fame and fortune as a problem, although they are very curious about Lin Xifeng, but seeing that the latter is unwilling to reveal his name, he only said that his surname is Lin, and he is embarrassed to ask again, anyway, there is no impermeable wall in this world, and sooner or later he will know.

"Brother Lin, it turns out that you ...... You are the author of this poem! Why don't you even hide it from us! It's really boring......" Ye Tianheng puffed out his mouth and muttered as he patted the case.

Lin Xifeng didn't have time to pay attention to his nagging now, waved his hand at everyone, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please take a seat!" Don't even stand. ”

"Lin Gong, why don't you just make another one!"

"That's it, if Lin Gong doesn't offer some talents, we won't sit down."

“……”

When Lin Xifeng heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at the appearance of everyone worshipping him seriously, he didn't know whether to fulfill their wishes for a while.

When he raised his head, seeing that Master Li also flashed his eyes with anticipation, Lin Xifeng smiled and moved his gaze back: "That's it, I'll make a simple clumsy work for you next, please sit down first!" ”

Hearing Lin Xifeng's words, all the soldiers grinned at the moment, and then sat down, and then I don't know who took the lead, and applauded, as if warming up for Lin Xifeng's next poems.

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