The moment she saw Zhang Lingdao, there seemed to be a golden light flashing in the girl's eyes, but this light was not noticed by anyone, she was still the same rude and willful and reckless Miss Ni Jialiu before.

"What Miss Ben said is the truth, why, are you not convinced?" She slowly let go of the middle-aged scribe beside her and slowly walked to the handsome young man's side.

"The article is natural, and the magic hand is even the poet Li Taibai back then, I can't say what to write, isn't it too difficult for the girl to do this?" Zhang Lingdao didn't have any anger in the face of such a temperamental girl.

His rich experience told him that in the face of such a situation, of course, he could not follow the other party's wishes.

However, Zhang Lingdao couldn't just stand stunned like this, letting the other party mess around, he showed a faint but quiet smile on his face, "Mr. Liu Yong is the leader of the literary world, you don't give the other party such a face, I'm afraid you want to refute the face of the entire Great Song Dynasty literary circle?" ”

The price of the girl's willfulness can be said to be very serious, and she may not feel anything herself, but the literati present actually have their own conclusions in their hearts.

And what happened to the Ni family today spread to the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there will not be any good results, since ancient times, although the literati are light, but only for those who have the same identity as them.

If an outsider comes to provoke them, they will become extremely united, and after squeezing out that outsider, they will make plans.

And Ni Hui is not even an outsider, she is obviously a spoiler, from beginning to end or from beginning to end, she has been disrupting the situation.

In her opinion, these literati are just flies and dogs, deceiving the world and stealing fame, using those poor and sour articles to please the people of the world, and still talking about the lives of the people in the rivers and lakes above the court.

Zhang Lingdao came to the stage to give the girl a step, if Liu Yong didn't write any masterpieces today, I'm afraid not only him, but also the literati on the field would be humiliated.

For literati whose face and reputation are more important than life, this is almost an unacceptable thing.

And for these relationships in all aspects, they can reach the temple, and even, in a sense, for the guys who influence the decision-making of the court in this world, it should be the best way to let this person who created the incident disappear.

Confucius punished Shao Zhengmao, and Li Si arrested Han Fei...... Even these so-called saints in history will have no shortage of incidents, and their disciples and grandchildren will certainly follow suit.

The girl didn't know what kind of huge crisis the young man in front of her had resolved for herself, but Zhang Lingdao was not ready to explain it to her.

With the thinking and knowledge of two lives, his understanding of this world is far clearer than anyone present.

He knows very well how the history of this era will go, and why it happened, although he still knows very little about this treacherous rivers and lakes.

However, in the big scene or on a larger macro scale, Zhang Lingdao can know more things and analyze more details from them.

He arched his hand towards everyone present, today's matter must end once, although he gave the girl some face, he also solved such a big crisis for the other party.

But this doesn't mean that he doesn't have any anger, in fact, Zhang Lingdao's anger at this time is almost uncontrollable, he has just experienced a life and death crisis before, and after narrowly escaping, this is the situation he encountered here.

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, and of course he will not be inferior by half a point, but he is very good at qi cultivation, of course, he will not show it.

"That's the end of today's incident, so that it can give you a step down, if Miss Ni is dissatisfied, I also have a poem here for Miss."

Zhang Lingdao For this era, the poems in his memory can be described as one huge bomb after another, and he can accurately know this era, and of course he also knows which poems can be released.

And the poet and lyricist of the two Song Dynasty I am an official of the imperial court, and he is not afraid that after stealing the other party's poems, the other party will have no food to eat.

"After all, East Lake is in mid-June," Zhang Lingdao said, this sentence was unremarkable, but because of his previous words, it also made most of the people in the field pay attention to him.

"The scenery is not the same as the four seasons." The second sentence opened his mouth, but the others shook their heads.

Although these two poems are said to be neat and tidy, and the battle is relatively neat, but that's all, if you really use this poem to answer Ni Hui's words, I'm afraid it's not to laugh and be generous.

"If Shaoxia really can't do it this time, it's better for me to wait for the field to try, at least compared to the two sentences in your mouth, I don't have a different experience with Lotus's poems."

A person stood upright from the field, he didn't look very eye-catching, and there was nothing outstanding about the person, but a pair of resolute eyes shone in the eyes of everyone.

Zhang Lingdao shook his head slowly, "This brother's kindness is in my heart, then the poems I make are really not successful, of course I won't be so reckless, when I finish speaking, if I really can't get the appreciation of your people, how about I abandon my cultivation?" ”

"Since Xiaoyou said so, I think I also have my own plans, even if you have good intentions, it may spoil his thinking." Liu Yong said on the side.

Liu Yong in this era is still a little different from the one in history, his actual age is much earlier than history, and those masterpieces that have appeared have been written into history by him early.

And those famous ministers of the Northern Song Dynasty who appeared earlier than him were also weighed down by his life because of time, such as this middle-aged scribe who spoke up.

He just looks a little old, but in fact he is less than 30 years old, which is already a long age for ordinary people, and for an official, he has just entered the officialdom.

His name was Mei Yaochen, Jin Shi and Di, passing through Dongyue, preparing to go to Kaifeng to take up his post and participate in the palace examination at the same time.

If Zhang Lingdao knew the name of the person in front of him, I am afraid that he would once again sigh at the change of history.

But now he can't sigh, because he must finish the poems in his mouth and gain the trust of everyone.

The poem that passed down the name of the play through the ages came out of his mouth, and the people around him were speechless, maybe those people in the rivers and lakes couldn't hear the meaning contained in this poem.

But from his mouth, there was a mystery that contained a colossal atmosphere, which also made the whole noisy scene silent.

"The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red!"