Yang Zongzhi's poem is very good, if he can preface the poem of such a famous person, he will naturally become the rising star of the Sichuan literary circle, which is a great honor.

Since ancient times, literati have been inferior to each other, and whoever writes and who doesn't write has to be exquisite, and it is also necessary to weigh whether they can afford this honor.

Of course, if you take the initiative to ask for help, but the text written in front of so many people will inevitably be criticized a lot, and you will always be caught by people to find a bone in the egg. When the time comes, it will not be beautiful to become a laughing stock.

Therefore, although their hearts were greatly moved, because they did not have absolute self-confidence and were greeted in advance, all the scholars began to be humble.

"Zhou Xiucai, your writing is excellent, why don't you try it?"

"Don't, Xiaosheng has a limit, even if he barely gets three or five words, how can he be worthy of Mr. Zongzhi's poems?"

"Or, Mr. Cheng, you come. Mr. Cheng's eight-strand Shiwen is first-class in my house. ”

The person surnamed Cheng who was named was over half a hundred years old, and when he heard this, he hurriedly gave his hand: "The eight-share article is a moral essay on the words of a sage, but I am not good at poetry and songs, so I won't be ugly." ”

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Hearing everyone's words, Yang Zongzhi couldn't help but shake his head, and even the Lin Governor next to him was full of doubts.

These scholars know that they are in the past, and the poems and clouds are coming, and they all have fame and fame, and they are all arrogant, and no one is convinced. Something like this that is in the limelight, dare not to be the first.

But now everyone seems to have changed their surnames, all of them are modest and cautious, and they are sanctimonious.

This was a big surprise to them.

……

After a while, the discussion finally quieted down, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Tingchen, the younger brother of the Lin Governor's Mansion.

Seeing that the time had come, Wu Lun coughed, pretended to walk in front of Lin Tingchen, and took a long look: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Lin is the first genius in Guizhou, and your little brother has also read a few poems, and I am very impressed in my heart." Whether it is talent or writing, the younger brother is willing to bow down, and only your words are worthy of Mr. Zongzhi's eternal quatrain. The younger brother has a reluctant request, and he also asks Brother Lin to spare pen and ink to let me wait to open my eyes. ”

"Yes, yes, only Lin Gongzi's words are worthy of Mr. Zongzhi's verses."

Everyone bowed their hands to Lin Tingchen at the same time, pleading again and again.

Lin Tingchen was happy in his heart, knowing that everyone had a tacit understanding to let himself win the jackpot. I couldn't help but glance at Wu Lun, and I was satisfied: This Wu Lun is a clever person, a person who can be a person and can do things. In the future, if I become the grandson-in-law of Lu Gong, and I am promoted to a person and a jinshi, and I am rich and rich, I might as well bring one or two.

Wu Lun saw Lin Tingchen's gaze, and his heart was also happy, and he couldn't help but glance at Wu Jie again, and sneered in his heart: Aren't you a poet who is unique, I won't give you the opportunity to make poetry, what can you do? Your eight-strand essay during the county exam is indeed well written, but this kind of essay in the essay is fundamentally different from the exam-taking essay. You haven't learned to write this kind of thing before, even if you force it to be written, how can you beat Lin Tingchen? Haha, Wu Jie, Wu Jie, I admit that you are a talented person, and your talent is so talented that even I, Wu Yan, am deeply jealous. But this time, I'm going to let you go. If you try it, don't think about it. Go back to your Nanjing, don't rob Miss Tang with me.

Seeing Wu Lun's pride, Wu Jie suddenly smiled in his heart, and felt a little sympathy for this cousin.

To tell the truth, Wu Yan is also a talented person, and he may not have a good future the next day. But the conduct is really unbearable, even if you enter the officialdom in the future, I am afraid that there will be no good results. Although the villain's conspiracy methods can be proud for a while, it is not the royal way after all.

Okay, let me show my hand and prove my innocence.

was begged by everyone for a long time, Lin Tingchen was a little fluttering.

But he still shook his head and said: "Mr. Zong's poems, how can He De, a posthumous boy like Lin Tingchen, dare to preface him." ”

The crowd pleaded again.

Lin Tingchen still refused, but the person had already walked to the inkstone, slowly grinding the ink, and while grinding the ink, he thought about what kind of article to write in order to shock the scholars of the entire Chengdu Mansion.

Yang Zongzhi and Governor Lin saw that Lin Tingchen began to sharpen the ink and glanced at each other.

Governor Lin stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction: "My brother is also a talented person, but I don't know if the article I write will be able to enter the eyes of Yuli." ”

Yang Zongzhi only smiled and said nothing.

Lin Tingchen was still grinding the ink leisurely, just waiting for the ink to be polished, and everyone pleaded again, so he reluctantly agreed.

He is also a talented person, and in just a few moments, an article of several hundred words has been drafted, and he is also very satisfied. Although it is not first-class, for itself, it is already a super-level performance.

Lin Gongzi's state today is surprisingly good, and he feels like he has never been so good.

was satisfied, but he still sighed: "Mr. Zongzhi is to Lin Tingchen, but he is a figure who looks up to the mountains, and what virtue do I have to dare to show ugliness in front of him, but I still can't." ”

After speaking, Lin Tingchen put down the ink ingot, pretended to be very in front of him, and grabbed the brush on the table.

But at this moment, suddenly, someone strode forward and snatched the pen away. Long laugh: "It's just a poem preface, since you can't make it, why don't you let me try." ”

This sudden scene made everyone stunned, and at the same time, they looked fixedly, who could it be if it wasn't Wu Jie.

I saw that he was holding a wine jug in one hand, his clothes were a little scattered, but his body exuded a sharp aura, and his eyes were terrifying.

Lin Tingchen stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, and his right hand was awkwardly fixed in the air. His expression was shocked and angry, and his body trembled slightly.

"Oh, who are you, I don't seem to have seen you." Governor Lin didn't realize that there was anything wrong, the literati were elegant, and they were prodigal, it was no big deal.

Besides, the scholars in Sichuan have always been arrogant, and they will fight to win or lose every word, and it is right for them to be unconvinced by each other, which is the proper way for scholars. Like before, because Lin Tingchen is his younger brother, he is submissive, which makes people unhappy.

Before Wu Jie could report to his home, Wu Yan next to him shouted: "Wu Jie, what are you going to do?" ”

Wu Lun felt a little bad in his heart: Could it be that this guy's article is also very well written, and he wants to kill it halfway to grab the jackpot?

He strode forward and said to the prefect of Lin: "The prefect boss said that the night banquet set up on the bank of the Jinjiang River today, with poems and wine, will surely be prosperous in the world in the future." However, there are shameless literary thieves in such a grand event, where will they be placed in Chengdu? In front of the boss, he can't help but be polite in his later life. ”

Governor Lin was a little confused: "What kind of thief, who is this person?" ”

Wu Lun: "This person is Wu Jie, the younger brother of the late-born clan." ”

"Ah, it turned out to be this copyist!" Everyone echoed in unison and shouted: "Master Lin, such a thief is actually sitting at the same table as me, I am really ashamed to be with him." ”

"Quiet, quiet!" The sudden confusion shocked the officials next to them, and they shouted loudly at the same time.

Governor Lin's face also changed: "It turned out to be him, such a villain with bad character, how did he let him in and blast out." ”

"Don't be busy." Yang Zongzhi pulled the prefect's sleeve and looked at everyone with a smile: "You say that he plagiarized, who has evidence, shouting and killing like this is not a gentleman's style." ”

When Governor Lin heard Yang Zongzhi's words, he also felt that there was some truth and said, "This matter is just a rumor, Wu Jie, what do you have to say...... Wu Jie ...... What a bold man! ”

He slammed the table and stood up: "What a rebellious man! "My body trembled with anger.

It turned out that Wu Jie had already walked to the front of the powder wall, picked up the pen and wrote on it.

While writing, he turned back to Yang Zongzhi and smiled: "Mr. Zongzhi, as soon as my poem preface comes out, a hundred years later, I am afraid that the world will only know my Wu Jie's poem preface, but no one will be able to remember your original poem." ”

"What a Sven scum, you dare to humiliate Mr. Zongzhi and kill this brute!"

The three generations of the Yang family are the idols in the minds of Sichuan scholars, and Wu Jie's behavior is already an insult to the entire Sichuan Shilin. As soon as everyone rushed up, they wanted to beat Wu Jie out.

But at this time, Yang Zongzhi walked behind Wu Jie in a vertical stride and exclaimed: "This is what you wrote, it was really written by you." Boy, you are so arrogant in front of someone, you really have some arrogant qualifications. ”

Everyone froze.

But I saw that Wu Jie was writing in a cursive script that he had never seen before. Ink black as jade, the pen walks the dragon and snake, as if alive on the wall teeth and claws,

This is Zhang Xu's wild grass, using wine as a medium, gas as a agent, and full of blood to run wild.

A sip of wine, a line of words, and a spit out of your mouth, is a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Heaven and earth are full of Wu Jie's long howl and laughter.

"The man who is the master of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the one who passes through time, and the passer-by of a hundred generations. And floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry? The ancients traveled at night with candles, and there was a good one. The situation of Yangchun summoned me to smoke the scene, and the large piece of fake me to the article. The garden of peach and plum will be the joy of the family. The group of seasons is handsome, all of them are Huilian. ”

The last part of a short essay has ended, and the continuous cursive writing has finally been broken, but there is a trace of aftertaste that cannot be ended.

Faintly building momentum for the next film.

The calligraphy that is like a dragon and a dragon; The otherworldly, but with strong feelings, was like a hammer smashing down, shaking everyone so that they couldn't breathe.

This is the gap in strength, the gap between a group of third-rate literati and a literary master.

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