The person sitting behind Shen Yichen was none other than Liu Wan'er, who was sitting in the corner and waiting after the previous accompaniment.

Except for the first two greetings, the two never communicated at any other time.

After all, objectively speaking, the two are not familiar with each other, and the topic of identity is sensitive, so it is inconvenient to say more.

It's just that Shen Yichen didn't expect that Liu Wan'er would suddenly let her write the first words for her.

"This ......"

Shen Yichen couldn't agree for a while, he couldn't write what he was arguing with Li Da, it was really not a lie, it was really not easy to write.

You must know that this is not a flying flower order, you can deal with the past by finding a poem, but you have to write a whole word card, and then Dong Yujing will sing it.

And the basic situation must be there, the quality must be guaranteed, and it is not easy to write brilliantly due to restrictions in all aspects.

Or to put it more bluntly, it's not easy to copy the public.

Hearing that Shen Yichen had the intention of shirking, Liu Wan'er was also from a scholarly family, so naturally she would not be stalked.

So he lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's the slave family who is abrupt and disturbs Shen Gongzi." ”

It's just that there is a lingering sadness in this tone. Maybe in Liu Wan'er's opinion, Shen Yichen, a talented person refused, more because he was unwilling to write to himself, a woman in the Qinglou.

"You are not abrupt, I am a shallow learner. But if you don't mind, girl, you're willing to give it a try. ”

Whenever she felt Liu Wan'er's sadness, Shen Yichen couldn't bear it, and she didn't know whether it was out of sympathy for her experience, or out of respect for Liu Qiu, a national soldier.

"How can you mind, the slave family thanked the son."

Compared with before, it is obvious that Liu Wan'er is a little more happy this time, maybe in addition to the poems, it is more of a respect and recognition from Shen Yichen.

Since she agreed to Liu Wan'er, Shen Yichen also spread the rice paper on the table, preparing to write a song and give it to her.

It's just that after the preparations are done, waiting for the pen to be written, Shen Yichen doesn't know what to write.

Seeing that Shen Yichen hadn't put down his pen for a long time, Li Da couldn't help but whisper: "Are you really unable to write?" ”

"Or else?"

Just like many misunderstandings before, whenever Shen Yichen said a true thing seriously, others would distort it as a fake, and finally made him really speechless.

"Actually, I have a question for you."

"Say."

Shen Yichen was a little upset at the moment, and wanted to get rid of Li Da's bothering as soon as possible.

"How do you improve in this knowledge, can you teach me, so that you can give my father an explanation when you go back, otherwise he will really break my leg."

"It's very short, just remember what the master said."

"What did the Master say?"

Li Da's face was dazed, he didn't remember what Li Tingxiu said at all.

"Learn to be diligent, and there are thousands of books!"

"Hey, if I can do it, do I need to ask you?"

"......"

This is the first time that Shen Yichen came to this era, and he couldn't help but use swear words in later generations, he was really angry with Li Da. I don't know what sins I did in my previous life, how I came to ancient times and became entangled with this kid.

Originally, Shen Yichen didn't know how to write, but now he was stirred up by Li Dayi, and his head was even more empty.

Just as Shen Yichen was thinking about it, some literati had already written it quickly, and handed the lyrics and music to Lin Zhen and other judges at the main table.

It is said that it is well written, but in fact, it is copied in a sense, because these literati have prepared their works early in order to win the first prize in the Winter Solstice Poetry Conference, and they are waiting for this opportunity.

Like Shen Yichen, who was unprepared, and didn't even plan to write it at all, may be the only one.

"Champion Gong, what do you think of this "Dream Order"?"

Yin Li Min of Yingtianfu picked out a more favorite song from the lyrics and songs handed over by the scholars and handed it to Lin Zhen.

"The deciduous west wind is full of courtyards, and the frost forest is sassy, and there is nowhere to find the autumn light......"

Lin Zhen took it and recited a few words silently, then shook his head and said: "This word means to sigh that the time has passed, but the style of writing is not very brilliant and mediocre. ”

"That's true."

Li Min also nodded in agreement, after all, in terms of knowledge, he was more than one step behind Lin Zhen, the champion of the champion.

Since the other party said no, naturally there is no need to force it.

"Champion Gong, the old man thinks that this song "Remembering Jiangnan" is good, but the intention is a little sad."

As the chief judge, Lin Zhen also took over the lyrics and music from Sun Tixue, and recited silently: "Sadness and parting, who is wide in the embrace, old hatred and new sorrow are sad and ...... alone"

"The words are not good, let's put it first, and see if there are any other masterpieces."

"Hmm."

Sun Tixue agrees, this sad style of lyrics and songs is indeed not suitable for the current occasion.

With the more works submitted, the faster Lin Zhen and several people reviewed them, the ones that were too bad were directly eliminated, the medium quality ones were put aside, and the excellent lyrics and songs were posted on the bulletin board in the hall for the scholars on the scene to read and appreciate.

The advantage of this approach is that, on the one hand, it can make excellent works circulate more widely, and on the other hand, it can also avoid favoritism on the part of the chief judge.

After all, excellent works are all publicly displayed, and it is clear which is superior and which is inferior, and it is impossible to identify works with obvious gaps. And there is no chief judge who is willing to use his reputation as a grandmaster in the literary world to do this kind of thing.

It's just that seeing that the works have almost been reviewed, Lin Zhen hasn't seen Shen Yichen's lyrics and songs for a long time, and he can't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Even if Shen Yichen's poetry creation is not good, it won't be impossible to write, or maybe this kid didn't write at all?

With this kind of question, Lin Zhen raised his head and stretched his neck, looking at the last seat in the corner as much as possible.

found that Shen Yichen had rice paper on the table, but as for whether there were any words on it, it was not clear to see.

But looking at Shen Yichen holding a brush and fiddling with it, it doesn't look like writing words seriously!

This posture made Lin Zhen angry enough, Feihualing performed so well before, why did he start to be inexplicably low-key again at a critical moment?

It seems that after this poetry meeting, we must teach Shen Yichen well, and you can't be too low-key!

Around the bulletin board, there has been a circle of literati and scholars, wanting to see whose works have been rated as masterpieces by several literary bigwigs.

"Suzhou Juzi Wu Yingqian's poem is good, and I feel that there is hope of winning the championship."

"This word can be a masterpiece, but if you want to win the championship, you have to ask Qian Yongyou, a student in Changzhou!"

"Qian Yongyou is also worthy? In the end, I still have to look at Shang Jieyuan's work, and I didn't find that it was posted on the top of the bulletin board? ”

"Shang Jieyuan's Flying Flower Order is really good, but I personally think Zeng Mengjian's "Slow Voice" is even better!"

The so-called literature is not the first, and there is no second in the martial arts, this kind of poetry selection is easy to fall into disputes, everyone has their own favorites, just like the songs of later generations.

You like Jay's "Sunny Day", I like Junjie's "Cultivating Love", and he can also like Xu Shangao's "Elegant and Vulgar Appreciation".

Whether it's spring and snow, or the people of Xiariba, there is no fixed liking for literature, and there is no absolute standard for judging.

After arguing, there was no difference, but someone soon discovered a blind spot, that is, there seemed to be no Shen Yichen's works on this bulletin board?

You must know that in front of the Flying Flower Order, Shen Yichen can be said to be in the limelight, and even Shang Jieyuan was faintly pressed by him. The current poetry is the focus of today's poetry club, why is there no Shen Yichen's work, was it not selected?

It shouldn't be, according to the level of the Flying Flower Order, how can it not be that there is no strength on the bulletin board, right?

"This benevolent brother, have you seen Shen Yichen's lyrics?"

"No, I'm looking for it too."

"Could it be that it was judged to be a medium work?"

"Impossible, I've also seen the stack of Zhongzuo, and there is no name of Shen Yichen."

"It's not going to be eliminated, that's a pity......"

The scholars were talking, and some literati and scholars couldn't hold back their curiosity and turned their heads to look at Shen Yichen's desktop.

only to find that his desktop was empty, and there was no longer the existence of the scholar's Mobao, and even the pastry and fruit plate on it had disappeared. I don't know if I finished writing it, or if I didn't write it at all.

"When I was creating, I saw Shen Yichen have a rice paper inkstone on the desktop, so it seems that it has indeed been eliminated."

"A moment of light, lack of stamina."

"Could it be that Jiang Lang is finished?"

Almost everyone didn't quite understand why Shen Yichen's poems didn't appear on the bulletin board. No one thought that Shen Yichen didn't write or submit it.

After all, today's annual Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting is waiting for this opportunity to become famous all over the world, if you don't want to submit lyrics, then why do you come to participate?

"Shen Gongzi, don't you really plan to submit this song "Jin Mingchi Yonghan Willow" to the judges?"

Liu Wan'er was holding a piece of rice paper in her hand, on which were written the lyrics and songs composed by Shen Yichen, so it was not that he didn't write or couldn't write it, but he didn't choose to participate in the selection of this Winter Solstice Poetry Club.

"No need, if you like it, keep it."

The limelight has already been out once, and Shen Yichen didn't plan to let himself stand on the cusp, otherwise he would be labeled as a poet and singer in the future, where would he find so many works to publish?

Many things are too much, and the golden mean of the ancients is not unreasonable.

"The slave family likes it very much, I have never seen such a literary song and song, the son is really talented, as if he wrote the state of mind of the slave family."

While speaking, Liu Wan'er stroked the words in her arms, her eyes slightly red. In the past six months of drastic changes in her family, she has lived like a walking corpse.

Shen Yichen's lyrics and songs describe his state of mind in the past six months. Liu Wan'er never thought that a scholar would empathize with the situation of being demoted as an official prostitute, Shen Yichen is not only kind-hearted, but also so talented.

Hearing this, Shen Yichen just smiled a little shyly, and indeed this word has some empathy. After all, he is also a servant child, and he has endured the cold eyes and ridicule of the world.

But it's more about another legendary woman's own feelings, which just fits Liu Wan'er's current situation.