The literati present looked at Lin Yu with a hint of jealousy.

The poetry exchange conference has not started yet, Lin Yu has almost earned all the limelight of the conference, how can these romantic talents swallow this breath, and the eyes that look at Lin Yu are even more hostile.

And Lin Yu didn't know that he had now become the target of all the literati in the conference.

The great elder of the Wenge Pavilion came out of the mountain, and the officials who had no leader in Mayang County also seemed to have found the backbone, and let the elders of the banquet send them to open the curtain of the poetry conference as quickly as possible.

The officials of the yamen brought tea to moisten the throats of these well-pampered literati, so that when they could communicate and learn, they would be as sonorous and powerful as possible.

"Lin Gongzi, in addition to the poem in the Vientiane Building, is there a new work during this time?" The white-faced young man turned his head to look at Lin Yudao.

Lin Yu chuckled: "There are no new works, but in my spare time, I have made a few songs casually, and it shouldn't be a problem to get the first one." ”

"What?"

The white-bearded young man who had just drunk the tea in his mouth suddenly squirted out, looking at Lin Yu with a dull expression.

"If you don't have inspiration for the time being, why don't you give you a song?" Lin Yu whispered.

The young man shook his body and nodded subconsciously.

Lin Yu rubbed his hands and said, "Fifty thousand taels of silver, this son will write a poem for you." ”

"Uh......"

The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin Yu with disdain, and said: "It's really vulgar, my generation is a scholar, and I should treat money like dung." ”

After speaking, the white-faced bearded young man turned around angrily, took a sip of tea, and slowly closed his eyes.

The elders of the clerical pavilion banquet came out, and the officials of the yamen were in a hurry to behave, and the efficiency was simply terrifying, and soon all the preparations were completed, and the paper, pen, inkstone and ink were also placed on the desk in front of the literati.

More than 100 people sat cross-legged on the square at the foot of Wenge Mountain, all in high spirits, with a look of rolling up their sleeves and working hard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Seven Counties Poetry Exchange Conference was not held as scheduled, Elder Ben apologized to you first, but from now on, this conference will be presided over by Elder Ben, if there is any omission, I hope to be able to bear with me. ”

Yan Qing, as the great elder of the Scholar Pavilion, did not have the slightest shelf, and his words also made the literati feel like a spring breeze.

They all said that the Great Elder was serious.

Then Yanqing also introduced himself, and then gave an order, and the Seven Counties Poetry Exchange Conference officially began.

The poetry conference was held in three sections, the first was to write poems, the second was to recite poems, and the third was the so-called martial arts.

Originally, the theme of the past was related to the four arts of gentlemen's 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting', but the theme of this session is 'martial arts'.

However, most literati don't care about this, they don't even go through the first and second paragraphs, and they don't pay attention to the third paragraph at all.

"In the first paragraph, the poem is written with talent, and the proposition of Elder Ben ......"

The Great Elder Yan Qing saw that the preparations were almost complete, and the eyes of many literati also became fanatical.

It's just that on the issue of the proposition, Elder Yan is a little embarrassed, since ancient times, poetry has been inseparable from scenery, lyricism, beauty, wind and snow.

Seeing that Yanqing paused, everyone's expressions became more and more expectant, if the proposition was the type they were good at, it would be great.

Yan Qing looked at these self-motivated literati, brushing his beard with his hand, but the corner of his eye was accidentally aimed at the academy disciples on the boulder in the distance.

Yan Qing smiled slightly, she already had the answer in her heart, and immediately moistened her throat, and said loudly: "Elder Ben's proposition is related to beauties, all talents, please!"

"Beauty?"

Hearing this proposition in Yan Qing's mouth, everyone's expressions couldn't help but be a little weird.

Could it be that this seventy or eighty Great Elder of the Banquet is still okay with this mouthful?

However, the poems are nothing more than wind and snow, and there are many poems with the theme of beauty since ancient times, and there are many excellent works handed down.

"Haha, God help me, this son is good at writing beauties......"

"The leader of this year's poetry conference must be in the pocket of this son. ”

Many literati were flushed with excitement, poems related to beauties, that romantic gentleman didn't like this?

As a result, the literati looked at Elder Yanqing's gaze, and the admiration contained in them was like the water of the Yellow River.

Even Lin Yu was stunned, this is simply a proposition of releasing water, presumably Elder Yan feels that the first time he presides over the poetry exchange conference, there must be an unprecedented grand occasion, if it is a proposition that literati are not good at all, and no classic poems are born, it means that this poetry conference is an extremely failure.

Lin Yu couldn't help but sneer: "What an old fox ......"

The proposition has been released, and the next thing is the time for the literati to play freely, whether they can move Taiwu Province and whether they can add points in the spring assessment in the coming year depends on today's performance.

Lin Yu rolled up his sleeves, grinding his right hand, and was thinking about what kind of poems to write in his head.

He remembered a lot of poems about writing beauties in his mind, after all, he was simple in his previous life, and he thought that by writing moving love letters, love poems could capture the heart of his sweetheart.

Who knows, love stories are all lies.

"Writing beauties, there is no one among these literati who is not good at it, but if you want to stand out, you must not be able to use ordinary poetry......"

While Lin Yu was grinding, his thoughts became clearer and clearer, and one poem after another was directly 'Path' off by him.

Until his eyes inadvertently saw the peony flowers at the foot of Wenge Mountain, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and a trace of arc quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

So, holding the pen and dipping the ink, the talent condensed and the tip of the pen, it was on the white paper that he wrote a poem that he thought was the most suitable.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. ”

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Lin Yu's italics have become more and more skillful, and it looks even more pleasing to the eye, all say that reading words and knowing people, then Lin Yu is definitely the gentleman among the gentlemen.

This song came from the Qingping tune of the poet immortal Li Bai, there were originally three songs, but Lin Yu did not write them all, he felt that one of them was enough.

It's not that Lin Yu doesn't want to create one or two original poems by himself, but with his current knowledge, without the help of the famous passages left by his predecessors, I am afraid that he will not be able to compare with the literati of this world.

When Lin Yu finished writing this poem, he clearly felt the subtle changes in the talent of the world around him, and he knew...... This is another poem of genius vision.

In addition to the joy in his heart, Lin Yu also rolled up the white paper as quickly as possible, looking like a thief.

At the same time, he pulled out the folding fan inserted in the belt and gently fanned it up, hiding his merit and fame.

(End of chapter)