"Childe forgive the sin, please show the invitation."

The two of them had just docked in their boats, and a small servant came up to greet them, and their attitude was quite respectful.

Only...... Invitations?

Mu Ling was a little confused: "This island belongs to your master?" ”

This kind of place should belong to the government, right? How could a literati be asked to occupy it, and no one else was allowed to come.

Seeing this, the little guy also knew that these two people didn't have an invitation letter, although the little guy looked arrogant, but he still explained politely: "Presumably the two are strangers, and they don't know the rules here." ”

Stranger......

Mu Ling glanced at Liang Chu, only to see him with one hand behind him, and the other hand signaled to the little guy: "Hmm." ”

With such a cold and arrogant temperament, it is no problem to suppress the little guy in front of him.

However, this kind of ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, Mu Ling can be regarded as only seeing it today.

Presumably the one in it is a person with some identity, although the little guy is a little arrogant, but he is also very discerning.

The son in front of him, just looking at this demeanor, knew that he was not an ordinary person, and the little guy bent down and explained: "My master is Bai Lin, the son of Bai Jingbai, a protégé of the prime minister of the dynasty and a scholar of the Hanlin Academy. ”

Well, hit the muzzle.

Su Jin's protégé is also involved with the Hanlin Academy, isn't it this imperial examination, Su Jin is about to intervene?

Mu Ling turned his head to look at Liang Chu's expression, and saw that his eyes were deep, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips: "It's true that I'm abrupt, but I can do some poetry on weekdays, such a literary event, but I really want to see it, I don't know if the little brother can tell me?" ”

How is it possible to get in like this?

Mu Ling glanced at him, touched a piece of broken silver from his arms, and stuffed it into the little girl.

The little girl glanced at her with disdain: "How can the elegant rhyme of the poetry be related to the copper smell!" ”

Yo ho! It's pretty upright!

Mu Ling was about to be laughed at.

In her opinion, this is an excuse made by the Su Jin Party, and she doesn't know what she is plotting here!

You have to go in, but now you have to think of a different way.

Mu Ling looked around, this island is surrounded by water, and he can always find a gap to enter.

Liang Chu only thought for a moment, and then said: "I asked this girl to compose a poem, and asked the little brother to introduce me to me." Left and right are elegant things, presumably the little brother will not refuse. ”

"It's so good, but you girl and I look at the copper smell, and I don't know if I can handle it." The little guy glanced at Mu Ling with disdain.

Mu Ling felt that her smile was about to stiffen, and she even asked her to compose poetry!

It must be no problem for her to knock this little guy down in a few moves, but where will she do poetry!

Although the little guy also despised it very much, he quickly prepared all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Thinking about using poetry as a recommendation, such things are not uncommon.

And when Mu Ling saw the four treasures of the study, he felt even more devastated.

She didn't know how to write calligraphy, although she had been here for a long time and learned some, but she really couldn't do it.

People say words are like their people, what if they don't want to read poetry when they see her words?

Mu Ling walked to the desk awkwardly before picking up the brush, and couldn't bear to fall.

"You don't just write a poem that is appropriate for the situation." Liang Chu reminded loudly.

"Why do you have to write it? Emperor...... Childe is brilliant in writing, and he writes well, and it should be up to Childe to do this one. Mu Ling was not convinced.

She's just a half-ass, and she is against the ancients to chant poetry, isn't that a matter of being killed in seconds?

The little guy on the side sounded reasonable, but Liang Chu raised his eyebrows with a disdainful expression: "Ah Ling Jue, they are worthy of using my Mobao?" ”

It's not arrogance, it's innate arrogance.

Mu Ling was stunned, to say that Su Jin was worthy, but Bai Lin's turn was not worthy of such an honor.

No, I had to nod in resignation, and after thinking about it, I copied a poem.

After writing, Mu Ling broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. She has tried her best to write the words neatly as much as possible, and as for the style of the words or something, then don't expect extravagance.

"It's okay, show it to your master." Mu Ling dried the rice paper and handed it to the little girl.

The little guy only glanced at it, and then became more and more disgusted: "With all due respect, this son should write it himself!" Your maid's words are ......."

It's so unsightly!

Although the characters are neatly written, they are like eight or nine-year-old children who have just learned to write, and they have no backbone. How did such words get into the eyes of his master?

Liang Chu glanced at it: "Ah Ling is famous, and when he first heard a song about the water tune, he alarmed the government and the opposition, why did he deliberately hide it today?" ”

"Hehe......" Mu Ling laughed dryly.

She didn't want to hide anything, she definitely tried to breastfeed!

"Otherwise, you should write it yourself, Childe? Childe's literary brilliance should be the best in the world. ”

"No, Ah Ling's poem is good." Liang Chu still waved his hand and instructed the little servant, "You will send this poem to your master, if he is a person with real talent and learning, he can recognize it, if he doesn't even know this, I just think that I have wasted this great bamboo forest." ”

The little guy is not an uneducated person, and after reading the poem carefully, he knew that it was not ordinary, so he hurriedly took the rice paper and ran in.

The two were waiting outside, but Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Ah Ling, this is to make me the talents of the Great Liang Kingdom all hidden, greedy for the color of this landscape? Liang Chu suddenly spoke.

Mu Ling was amazed that he could interpret the charm of this poem just by glancing at it.

To be honest, she just thought of a song casually, and Wang Wei's "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House" happened to write about the autumn landscape, so she used it, where would she think of so much.

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Ling said: "It's Qi Xiang who is recruiting these talents now, so naturally I can't ask them to go out of the mountain." ”

"Then how to serve the court?"

"Look at it, those people who are here today will not have much fame at that time, but they will be able to get a good vacancy. On the contrary, those who have won the champion, Tanhua, and the list are never as powerful as they imagined. ”

Mu Ling sneered lightly, there are a lot of these routines even in modern officialdom, and she can really see them.

Not to mention this era, it must be like this.

Moreover, although Qi Jin is arrogant, he will not dare to blatantly win over the champion of the Son of Heaven.

Liang Chu's eyes darkened, and he looked at Mu Ling's back fixedly.

When she said this, her eyebrows fluttered, and with a hint of disdain and spit, as if she had experienced a lot herself.

There is only a young lady from Shangshufu, where can she get in touch with these political affairs?

Besides, she is brilliant in writing, but she writes childlike calligraphy, which is more and more incomprehensible.