"What, he is the tyrant Zhao Lin?"

For a while, the audience was shocked!

No one thought that Zhao Lin would appear here in person!

But Rao is now that Zhao Lin has reported his identity, and no one still bows down to Zhao Lin!

Confucianism, iron bones.

"Tyrant, you are not welcome at the Poetry Conference!"

"Get him out!"

In the crowd, there were even bursts of annoyance.

"Presumptuous! How dare you be rude to Your Majesty!"

The Ministry of Rites' face suddenly sank, and he was about to step forward to scold, but was stopped by Zhao Lin.

"Isn't there a poetry conference going on here?"

Zhao Lin looked at the group of Confucian scholars, and there was no anger on his face, "According to the rules, anyone should have the right to recite poems and compose here." ”

"You also know poetry?"

Fan Yao and the others all sneered, with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

A thirteen-year-old doll who also dares to show poetry in front of them?

Zhao Lin was unmoved and nodded quietly.

"I do have a few lines of poetry that I would like to share with the people of the world. ”

Hearing this, a group of Confucian scholars raised their heads one after another.

However, they did not have the slightest respect for His Majesty the Emperor in their hearts.

They didn't believe that Zhao Lin could make any decent poems.

At this moment, the dean of the White Deer Academy, as well as several great Confucians in the world, are all paying attention to the situation of the poetry conference.

"I didn't expect that this little emperor of the Great Song Dynasty was so bold that he dared to break into my White Deer Academy alone. ”

It was the dean of White Deer Academy who spoke.

He looked at Zhao Lin's figure from a distance, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Doesn't this kid know that he has offended the entire Rulin?"

A great Confucian in the world opened his mouth and said, his eyes were cold!

Several of his friends who were officials in the Great Song Dynasty were killed by Zhao Lin, and even his family was killed by Zhu Lian, which was miserable.

"This time, he participated in the poetry conference, probably to ease the relationship with Rulin. ”

Another great Confucian shook his head, "It's a pity that it's in vain, and it's just a shame." ”

Rulin had already unified his voice, no matter what Zhao Lin did, it was impossible for them to belong to Zhao Lin.

"Hmph, what kind of poetry can he make at his level?"

"Huangkou child, it's not worth mentioning!"

"At the age of thirteen, don't you want to recite nursery rhymes?"

A group of people secretly ridiculed themselves, and no one was optimistic about Zhao Lin!

But Zhao Lin didn't care at all, took two steps forward, and after "brewing", he finally opened his mouth slowly.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ”

"You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

As soon as just two lines of poetry came out, the expressions on the faces of the Confucian scholars, who were still smiling, froze.

What a vast Yellow River!

What a green silk and white snow!

This poem...... Good!

No!

This is not bad, this is definitely a good sentence for the ages!

Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Lin lowered his head and groaned.

A song will be into the wine, slowly said!

At the end of the line, Zhao Lin suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and touched the vast starry sky.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!"

"I was born to ...... It will work!"

"The ...... of the Daughters"

Zhao Lin withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and muttered the last three words in his mouth.

"Also...... Complex...... Come on!"

A poem by the immortal Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" was completely memorized by Zhao Lin.

All the Confucian scholars were shocked.

Their bodies were trembling.

There was a look of wonder in his eyes.

This poem is simply a swan song for the ages!

No words to praise this poem are overstated!

"How is that possible?"

Fan Yao, Tang Tong and the others were completely stunned, they were originally going to see Zhao Lin's jokes, but they didn't want Zhao Lin to respond to them with such an eternal swan song.

Even the dean of the White Deer Academy, as well as the great Confucians of the time, were shocked at the moment.

They couldn't believe that such an amazing poem could come from the mouth of this tyrant Zhao Lin.

At this time, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu looked at Zhao Lin with a look of adoration.

He was equally shocked.

I didn't expect that this His Majesty of mine would be so omnipotent, and as soon as he made a move, it was such a peerless poem that has been sung through the ages!

Zhao Lin found that everyone looked at him with a shocked gaze, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the moment.

Looks like it's bluffing.

This is the famous poem of the poet immortal Li Bai, if it can't shake Confucianism, then there will be ghosts.

However, this article alone seems to be a bit insufficient.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Lin walked around again.

"Heaven descends on the people, they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and gain what they cannot. ”

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!"

"The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold. ”

"There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea. ”

"Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

"Do your best, and then die. ”

"The king set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Na Weng. ”

“......”

All kinds of famous poems blurted out from Zhao Lin's mouth in one breath.

The entire lakeside has fallen silent.

I can't hear a sound.

The Confucian scholars looked at Zhao Lin as if they were looking at a god.

Fan Yao, Tang Tong, Hebi Weng and others were even more pale and trembling.

Compared with Zhao Lin's poems, the poems they just made are simply unsightly!

It's like comparing a colt to a unicorn.

Even the dean of the White Deer Academy, as well as the great Confucians of the time, were already stunned.

Every line of poetry sung by Zhao Lin is a quatrain!

The eloquence and ambition contained in the verses.

Awe-inspiring!

And on the painting boat, those talented Confucian girls who are warblers and swallows are all looking at Zhao Lin with obsessive eyes at this moment.

At this moment, they all wanted to kneel down to Zhao Lin.

Worship.

Worship the god of poetry!

"Record it, record it all!"

The dean of Bailu Academy looked extremely excited, and after coming to his senses, he hurriedly ordered others to take out a pen and paper to record the poems left by Zhao Lin.

These poems are all treasures of Confucianism, and any sentence missing will be a huge loss to the literary world!

He Bailu Academy has these famous sentences, and the position of the leader of Confucianism in the future will undoubtedly be more stable.

From now on, Bailu Academy will be a holy place for students all over the world!

"As soon as it is exported, it is a famous article through the ages, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a contemporary literary saint. ”

A great Confucian in the world looked dull and muttered.

"No, it's not just a contemporary literary saint, even if it's an ancient Confucian saint, I'm afraid it's just that!"

Another great Confucian in the world also sighed.

The current Zhao Lin, in their eyes, is simply the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing!

"Isn't this emperor of the Great Song Dynasty a tyrant who kills innocents indiscriminately, how can he compose such a peerless poem?"

The dean of Bailu Academy also had a very complicated expression at the moment.

These poems, each of which is magnificent, express the spirit of striving for progress and high spirit, and the feelings of caring for the world and recovering the rivers and mountains.

"Rumors stop at the wise. ”

At this time, Zhao Lin walked over to the dean of the White Deer Academy and several great Confucians in the world, "I have never killed innocent people indiscriminately, and the courtiers who were killed all deserved their crimes, and none of them were innocent. ”

After saying that, Zhao Lin glanced at the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, and then the latter took out a list and handed it to the dean of Bailu Academy.

This list is the list of officials who have been removed, and their crimes.

Clearly written.

After reading it, the dean of the White Deer Academy and several great Confucian scholars of the current world all turned very pale.

These people, all of them are innocent.

Some even committed heinous crimes, and even they gritted their teeth with hatred.

Zhao Lin just killed them, and did not raze their three clans, and the punishment was already light.

Collaboration with the enemy and betrayal of the country.

Forming a party for personal gain.

Corruption.

"Alas, I really can't imagine that the old man's friends, I thought they were all iron-clad, but I didn't expect them to degenerate into such a state. ”

A great Confucian sighed.

Those people all enjoyed great fame in Confucianism, and they were high-spirited and threatened to serve the country.

Unexpectedly, once he was in a high position, he would transform and degenerate so quickly.

"I, the old people, have misunderstood Your Majesty. ”

The dean of Bailu Academy, and the remaining Confucian scholars, were also full of shame at the moment.