Ye Qingshan, who was on the rise, remembered that his nephew was a great poet on the side of the Iron Sword Gate, so he made a temporary decision to let Ye Liancheng write poetry on this day.

Ye Liancheng, who had just given out the chopsticks, touched his nose, why did he think the word 'swan song' was weird, alas, forget it, his second uncle is a martial artist, and he can't care too much about these if he hasn't gone to school.

After Ye Qingshan said this, everyone at the dinner table turned their eyes to Ye Liancheng, and it seemed that he had to compose a poem just after getting up this morning.

It hasn't been long since he gave birth to poetry, and according to Ye Liancheng's plan, he should wait for a while before carrying poetry. But now that this situation is definitely not going to be shirked, Ye Liancheng thought about it a little bit, he only recited one sentence of poetry like he learned last time, and it should be no problem if he didn't say all the poems.

After a while, Ye Liancheng broke away from thinking, and there was a smile on his confident face, "This heavy snow came suddenly, and I felt it in my heart when I noticed the scene outside the window this morning, but I only got a poem, please forgive me." ”

Ye Qingshan pursed his lips, "You just say it." ”

Ye Liancheng pretended to look at the scene outside the dining hall, his eyes stayed on the trees planted in the courtyard, and then he spoke: "Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. ”

The first to taste the subtlety of this poem is the red tassel, her long-awaited eyes leaked undisguised praise, a short sentence of the poem contains mystery, this poem does not contain a snow word, but cleverly describes the state after the heavy snow.

Except for the red tassel, the rest of the people tasted this poem one after another, but Bai Shui blinked his eyes and nodded with the people around him who were enlightened.

Well, no problem, it seems that a single sentence of poetry should not be rewarded by God, Ye Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, so that he can appear in front of others in the future.

But the next moment, Ye Liancheng couldn't be happy...

A golden light fell in the sky, and through the roof of the canteen, it fell directly on the top of Ye Liancheng's head, and the rich talent was directly poured into Ye Liancheng's body, and his poetic courage was improved, and he became the slightest bigger in his heart.

The roof, which originally had a thick layer of snow, was like spring when the snow melted quickly, and the temperature in the dining hall rose a little, making it a little hot for those who had just finished eating.

Ye Liancheng, who was rewarded with talent, did not feel excited, but looked at Hongying anxiously at the first time, afraid that she would be hurt by her talent as a ghost. Fortunately, Hongying was still sitting in the same position, there was nothing unusual on her face, and she smiled at Ye Liancheng, signaling that she was fine.

Huh, Ye Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just like this, can this win the favor of heaven? The acquisition of that talent can be said to be effortless for him, as long as he reads 300 Tang poems one after another, Ye Liancheng estimates that he can become a great power of Confucianism.

In fact, this can't blame God for favoring the talent, after all, Ye Liancheng's poem contains too much, this poem is a farewell poem made by Cen Shen, the whole poem is in addition to the deep friendship when the frontier farewell, the essence of the whole poem is above this sentence.

There are not so many outstanding people in this world, and the poems made are still at the initial level, and it is very good to be able to rhyme, and now that Ye Liancheng, the porter of poetry, is here, it is equivalent to a five-clawed golden dragon diving into the pond, and the impact on the poetry of this world can be imagined.

What Ye Liancheng didn't know was that some of the classics of the poems he recited casually had already spread in Fengyang Zhongzhou. Because the people over there don't know the life of the poet, they only know that the poet is still young, so Ye Liancheng still has the nickname of 'Little Poet Fairy' in Fengyang Zhongzhou...

This time, Ye Liancheng's poem was not written on paper, which can be said to be the absence of a Confucian treasure, and the objects attached to the first draft of the poems of the last good article have been separated from the category of ordinary things, and these things are collectively called 'holy objects' in Confucianism.

Confucianism has been declining in recent years, and there are fewer and fewer people who can obtain talent by virtue of their literary talents, and the carriers of articles and poems that God rewards talents are at least hundreds of years ago, so they are simply called holy relics, and what is called holy relics left by saints?

In addition to helping Confucianism practice, holy relics can also be used as defensive or offensive tools through special techniques, all in all, there are many benefits, waiting for Ye Liancheng to slowly discover.

This time it is not without a carrier, the carrier of God-given talent has become this ordinary canteen, the current canteen can be said to be open, after the snow on the roof melts, even if there is another heavy snow falling, it will dissipate without a trace when it is a meter away from the roof, in addition, the canteen is like a heater, a lot warmer.

As a martial artist, Ye Qingshan clearly felt the changes between heaven and earth, and his house seemed to be a little different?

Feeling everyone's puzzled gaze, Ye Liancheng innocently scratched the back of his head and gave everyone a brief explanation.

His own canteen has become a sacred relic of Confucianism, even if he understands the general situation of the matter, Ye Qingshan is still a little incredulous, he has only heard that his nephew is good at composing poetry, but he didn't expect to be so good at it, it seems that this place can't be used as a canteen in the future, it can be transformed into a living room, no, no, it is better to transform it into the ancestral hall of the Ye family.

Ye Liancheng didn't know that in a short period of time, his second uncle had already figured out when he would start building and renovating the canteen.

Maybe the next time he comes to Chaisang City, the canteen will no longer be a canteen...

The day of the winter solstice was repeatedly mentioned by Yu Lao, coupled with all the things he had encountered in recent days, Ye Liancheng thought that there would be any bloody wind and rain today, but he didn't expect that the beginning of today would be so calm and even a little quiet?

This atmosphere lasted until everyone finished eating the mutton in the back garden.

In order to prevent their master from catching a cold, the maid and his subordinates had already placed a small charcoal stove in the courtyard of the back garden, some of which were placed on the ground, and some of which were made into portable small charcoal stoves.

The second maid was doing needlework with the maid on the side, while Ye Xiyan and the three girls ran to the open space in the back garden to set up a snowman.

Bai Shui and his little sister Ye Liancheng can still understand, but they didn't expect Hongying to do what these children do, so Ye Liancheng, who claims to be a man, didn't participate in it, and sat in the pavilion with his second uncle, stretching out his hand on the charcoal stove to keep warm, which was very comfortable.