"Dong everyone, you can also take a look at this song."

After Lin Zhen finished reading it, he handed Shen Yichen's lyrics to Dong Yujing.

After all, Shen Yichen's poem was written from the perspective of a woman in the Qinglou, which may allow Dong Yujing to appreciate it and taste it better.

Sure enough, when this poem reached Dong Yujing's hand, her eyes immediately lit up and she was amazed.

And Dong Yujing's focus is not on the upper run, but on the lower rung of "Jin Mingchi".

Spring makes autumn rain. Thinking of the past, the secret wound is like a promise. Indulgently, around the embankment to draw boats, cold out, water clouds are still there. Recalling the past, a little east wind, a few heavy curtains, and sad eyebrows. Wait for an appointment with a plum soul, the dusk and the moon are light, and whisper to Yi Shen.

The content of the next rhyme is mainly to recall the past, as well as to describe the stubbornness and persistence of love.

This memory of love was originally intended to be Liu Ruyi, one of Qin Huai's Bayans, alluding to his former lover Chen Zilong.

But at this point in time in the Ming Dynasty, Liu Ru had not yet been born, and others naturally couldn't see who he was alluding to. can only get a lonely and delicate woman from the lyrics, songs, and words, expressing her stubbornness and stubbornness in love, as well as her unyielding obedience to fate.

These words can be said to have written Dong Yujing's heart, what she wants to get is nothing more than a seemingly loyal love to free herself from the bitter sea of fate.

Dong Yujing has come into contact with countless literati, dignitaries and nobles, and this group of people is full of rhetoric, what they want is nothing more than their own skin and beauty, and there is no real white love in their hearts.

But Shen Yichen's poem made Dong Yujing feel understood and respected, and without real emotions, she couldn't write this kind of word.

"Back to the champion of the Yuangong, the concubine thinks Shen Gongzi's words are very good!"

When Lin Zhen asked before, Dong Yujing answered with both copies, and returned the right to choose. In this way, you don't have to offend people, but you can also respect the identity and status of the champion.

And this time, she said her true feelings in her heart, Shen Yichen's poem should be the first in tonight's poetry meeting!

"Dong everyone, you have a good eye, and the old man thinks so too."

"Han Feizi has clouds, he does not avoid revenge when he moves outside, and he does not avoid his son when he moves inside. Although Shen Yichen is a disciple of the old man, this poem is thick and delicate and graceful, and it is extremely sad and beautiful, so the old man is rated as the best lyric in the poetry club! ”

Lin Zhen's words have come to this point, and Shen Yichen's "Jin Mingchi" is indeed a masterpiece, so naturally no one will question it.

"Being virtuous does not avoid relatives, Shen Yichen is indeed powerful."

"I really didn't expect that today's winner would be a schoolboy."

"Congratulations, Shen Xiaoyou, you will be able to ascend to the Jinluan Hall in the future."

"Shen Xiaoyou is really talented, which makes people admire."

As the dust settled, many people also came to Shen Yichen's table to congratulate, with his age and two lyrics, it is no surprise that he will be famous all over the world.

To be honest, Shen Yichen was not very comfortable with suddenly facing so many strangers to congratulate, with a slightly false and stiff smile on his face, and kept returning the salute until Dong Yujing came to the center of the hall and was ready to sing.

Listening to Dong Yujing singing this poem in a pleasant voice, Shen Yichen was a little embarrassed, in addition to writing this poem to Liu Wan'er, it was not written for himself.

Alone in this Ming Dynasty, facing all kinds of crises and challenges, swaying in the wind like willows by the river.

It's just that time has passed, and I have worked hard to follow step by step, and finally reversed the trend of fate, so that there is a moment like today's attention.

But Shen Yichen always has a sense of unreality in his heart, he may not have fame, no matter how famous he is, he will disappear one day.

"Shen Yichen, are the words you wrote really so good? Doesn't sound like much? ”

Li Da listened to Dong Yujing's lyrics, and felt very unsuitable for his taste, greasy and crooked, how could he have any manly spirit.

Although Li Da is very reluctant to admit it, Shen Yichen is indeed the son of Chengguo Gong, and the generals should fight on the battlefield after the military generals, what are these things.

If it were another time, in the face of an illiterate person like Li Da who didn't know how to appreciate, Shen Yichen would definitely go back to the past. But this time, he suddenly felt that in this piece of unreality, Li Da was extremely real, a flesh-and-blood person.

"Turnip greens, each has his own love."

"yes, it seems that I still have a vision."

Regarding Shen Yichen's agreement with his opinion, Li Da expressed his satisfaction.

After singing a song, it means that today's winter solstice poetry meeting is about to end, Dong Yujing stood up and did not leave the stage directly, but walked in front of Shen Yichen and said: "Shen Gongzi is talented, the concubine is very admired, I wonder if there is a chance to sing and make peace with Gongzi's poetry?" ”

Dong Yujing's meeting immediately caused a restlessness among the literati, and many people cast envious, jealous and hateful eyes at Shen Yichen.

Qin Huai is one of the four uniques, a strong contender for next year's Oiran, so openly and actively invited, and changed to other men, it is estimated that he immediately agreed to come down and be a minister under the skirt.

"Xie Dong, everyone appreciates it, but the county exam is getting closer and closer, so you still have to be diligent and studying, so you can only have a lot of love."

Shen Yichen very tactfully rejected Dong Yujing's invitation, on the one hand, he was really not interested in the Qinglou woman at the moment, and the day of the scientific examination was coming, and gaining fame was a major event in life.

Another point is that his teacher Lin Zhen is still sitting at the main table, and now he is not as open to the atmosphere of prostitutes as he was at the end of the Ming Dynasty. In addition, he has not yet married a weak crown, and it is not good to spread this set in public.

Shen Yichen is not to the point of fainting, so the most rational way is to refuse.

Hearing Shen Yichen's refusal, Dong Yujing's face showed a sense of loss, but this expression was fleeting, and she quickly replied with a smile: "It's the concubine's body that is abrupt, so here I wish the prince an early victory." ”

"Thank you."

After Dong Yujing retreated, Lin Zhen also stood up at the right time, said words of encouragement to the literati present, and then announced the end of this winter solstice poetry meeting.

If nothing else, tomorrow Shen Yichen's "Jin Ming Chi" will be sung along the entire Qinhuai River.

After everyone retreated, Shen Yichen quietly came to Lin Zhen and apologized: "The disciple is disrespectful, and he didn't worship Mr. before." ”

Theoretically, when the ancient students saw Mr., they had to take the initiative to salute, but Shen Yichen's poetry club was low-key at the beginning, so he didn't say hello to Lin Zhen, and now he came over to admit his mistake.

"Hmph, do you know what's wrong?"

"The disciple knows his mistake."

At this time, it's best not to quibble, just admit your mistakes honestly and be done.

"This matter will be punished in the future, and I will ask you, why did you choose to sit at the last seat and not be willing to submit your words?"

Lin Zhen didn't have much desire to chase fame and fortune, but he thought that his disciples could get ahead.

Before he tried to persuade Shen Yichen to participate in the Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting, to put it bluntly, he wanted him to behave, but this kid didn't follow his ideas at all.

"The disciple is stupid, and he is afraid that he will lose his reputation if he is insulted."

It's not that Shen Yichen is modest, he really didn't think about being a copyist before, and he used his own original words to deal with the past.

As a result, I didn't expect Lin Zhen to take the initiative to disclose his identity as a disciple, and now he was framed, and he couldn't do it if he didn't behave.

"Flim tongue, are you also called mediocre and disgraceful?"

Lin Zhen seemed to criticize Shen Yichen, but in fact, the joy in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously showed a smile.

In today's poetry meeting, apart from Shen Yichen, the biggest gain is Lin Zhen. It can be said that this disciple has earned him enough face.

Although Lin Zhen doesn't care much about these false names, it is a good thing after all, especially when he sees his disciples becoming talented, and the sense of accomplishment is beyond words.

"Hey, hey."

Shen Yichen smiled, his apology was just going through the motions, knowing that Lin Zhen would not really be angry.

"Okay, the matter of today's poetry club has passed, and with your character as a teacher, don't worry about getting lost in fame. But we still have to know in our hearts that the imperial examination is not the same thing as poetry, and the county examination next year will determine the future prospects. ”

"Disciple understands."

Shen Yichen has always been sober-minded about this, so he never thought of using the poems of later generations to hype up his fame or anything, but focused on the four books, five classics and eight strands.

"It's not too early, you should go back today."

The instructions are almost the same, now that the night is dark, it is time to let Shen Yichen go home.

"By the way, sir, remember to ask Sun Tixue on my behalf, and I didn't salute him today."

Shen Yichen has not taken the initiative to find Sun Ti to learn well today, the main reason is to avoid suspicion. After all, the presiding judge is already his own teacher, and if the jury is still familiar with the elders, then even if there is no black-box operation, it is estimated that others will not believe it when it is passed out.

"Hmm."

"The disciple took his leave."

Shen Yichen retreated, walked out of the room and came to the side of the painting boat, and was not in a hurry to go home.

Because he has been in the Ming Dynasty for so long, he has been looking forward to seeing the night view of Qinhuai for a long time, and he has not had time and opportunity before. Since you're already standing here today, let's stay a little longer and take a good look.

After leaving, many literati did not choose to go home, but stayed directly in this Qinglou painting boat. So even if the night is getting deeper, the lights are still shining here, and there is an endless stream of talented and beautiful people.

After staying for a while, feeling the cool breeze on the winter evening, Shen Yichen was about to turn around and leave, but saw a familiar figure standing behind him.

"Why are you here?"

"The slave family is here to apologize to Childe."

The person who came was none other than Liu Wan'er before. She had already changed out of the gorgeous clothes at the poetry meeting and put on a simple skirt, just like an ordinary woman, standing behind Shen Yichen.

Shen Yichen naturally knew why she wanted to apologize, but this kind of trivial matter has passed, and there is no need to worry about it.

"There's nothing to apologize for, you don't have to take it personally."

"Then Shen Gongzi is not curious, why should I submit your poems?"

It's okay if Liu Wan'er doesn't mention it, and Shen Yichen doesn't take it seriously, but when she says this now, it arouses some curiosity.

"Why?"

"Shen Gongzi's talent is like the stars in the sky, so he shouldn't cover up his light."

After that, Liu Wan'er looked directly into Shen Yichen's eyes and continued: "In addition, the slave family expects to see the scene of Shen Gongzi's great fortune in the world, and one day clear up the grievances for my father!" ”