A jar of wine is passed from hand to hand, and one person drinks it and then passes it on to another.

Lin Lan, who was lying on the straw, was extremely moved, and the wine that went into his throat became no longer bitter.

……

"Prisoner Lin Lan! Come out! ”

The time has come!

Lin Lan's hands and feet were tied and taken away by two jailers.

All the prisoners stood straight, their eyes never more eager.

Lin Mian left them with a bright smile: "Everyone, go first." ”

The relationship of life is not long-term but experienced, what happened in just a few days, their friendship is enough to remember for a lifetime.

Out of the cage, Lin Lan's eyes were heavily wrapped in a black cloth, and the jailer warned beside him: "Don't make a sound." ”

Lin Lan was dragged away by the two of them, and the injuries on his body made him unable to move independently.

It was as if he had been in a carriage and had been running for a long time, stumbling in the carriage and flipping his body several times.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a burst of bird singing in my ears, and there was no rotten vegetable leaf smashed down.

"Someone is coming."

"Wait here and talk back later."

Lin Lan clearly felt that someone had changed to escort him, and the newcomers were wearing heavy armor, and as they marched, their armor and Lin Lan's chains collided with each other.

Lin Lan hadn't cut off his head, and he didn't know where he was now.

Crossing several high thresholds, Lin Lan felt a slight cool breeze and the smell of lotus leaves, as if he was in the wild.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, good words."

Lin Mian heard the voice of a middle-aged man, and replied a little weakly: "Are you?" ”

The man didn't answer Lin Lan directly: "Lin Lan, Lin Lan, you are really curious." Some people say you're a murderer, some people say you're a genius, and some people say you're indiscriminate. ”

"In the end, I found you in Yunzhou Prison."

"Undo his mask."

The black cloth covering his eyes was untied, and Lin Yan's vision dimmed for a while before he could see the surrounding scene clearly.

The high walls on all sides are covered with green tiles, and it is located in a small pavilion in a lake, surrounded by lotus flowers in full bloom.

A middle-aged man wearing a red jade crown was looking at Lin Lan carefully: "I've heard of you, Yunzhou City is very famous. ”

Lin Lan found that the surrounding area was not an execution ground, and he didn't know what to do: "Why did I come here?" ”

Zhao Xing'an narrowed his eyes: "I have to wait for someone." ”

A young brother with a jade face walked in small steps under the leadership of a soldier, and Lin Lu recognized that it was Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er knelt down reverently: "See the prince." ”

"Lord Wang?" The doubts in Lin Lan's eyes deepened.

After Jiang Liu'er saw Lin Lan, her face became unkind, and she just snorted coldly: "You are also here to deceive the world and steal your name." ”

Lin Mian smiled awkwardly: "Young Master Jiang." ”

Zhao Xing'an paced with his hands behind his back: "Yesterday's birthday banquet, a water-tuned song is a work of the gods. I heard Miss Liu say that this word was written by Lin Gongzi. ”

Jiang Liu'er said quickly: "Lord Wang, Lin Lan is a ruffian in Yunzhou, and he is obviously copied. ”

Lin Lan's smile was even more embarrassed: "It was indeed copied." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Xing'an didn't expect Lin Lan to take the initiative to admit: "This king is also a person who loves poetry and songs, if he is really talented, this king will cherish his talent." ”

"If Gongzi Lin is really as Gongzi Jiang said, leaving the palace is the execution ground."

Lin Lan chuckled in his heart, could he still have a chance to live?

"Gongzi Jiang is the first talent in the five cities, and Miss Liu said that Gongzi Lin is a peerless talent. Today's genius is against the talent, it is better to take the theme of the lotus leaf in the hall and make a song each. ”

The servant brought two long tables with pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

Zhao Xing'an instructed: "It is inconvenient for Lin Gongzi to write, so this king will do it for him." ”

Jiang Liu'er was stunned: "Lord, this person has no pen and ink in his belly, and the prince doesn't have to live." ”

Zhao Xingan took off his official uniform and sat down cross-legged: "Gongzi Jiang doesn't need to say much, this king should write a few words to cultivate his sentiments." ”

Zhao Xingan wrote on the paper and covered it with his hand: "Please." ”

Lin Lan was confused, not knowing what Zhao Xingan meant.

Jiang Liu'er pulled the corners of her mouth and stared at Lin Lan proudly: "Single." ”

Zhao Xing'an nodded: "Then Lin Gongzi is a double." ”

Lin Lan nodded his chin in astonishment: "Double." ”

Zhao Xingwang raised his hand, and there was a big word on the paper: "Shan, Jiang Gongzi first, please." ”

Lin Lan suddenly realized that he guessed the order of odd and double points.

Jiang Liuer lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, his movements were skillful, and his strokes of the sky were powerful, just looking at the posture of holding the pen, he knew that he was not a mortal.

"I was originally a backmountain person, and I occasionally served as a guest in the front hall. Wanhua Pavilion sitting, a lotus pond color. ”

"Okay." Zhao Xingan clapped his hands and applauded: "This is the only work, Jiang Gongzi will try it here, and he will definitely be in the top three." ”

Zhao Xing'an commented: "The first two sentences name the state of mind, and the last two sentences are in line with the artistic conception, and the three of you, me and him seem to have nothing to do with each other, and they are already in it." ”

Jiang Liu'er narrowed her eyes and stared at Lin Yuan, who didn't know how to guess words: "It's your turn." ”

Zhao Xing'an dipped his pen in ink and concentrated: "Lin Gongzi, please." ”

Lin Lan's little head ran quickly, and he thought of a song: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons." The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. ”

After Jiang Liu'er listened, his face was cloudy, and when the scenery did not come out with the four o'clock, he knew that the artistic conception had fallen down.

Zhao Xingan was overjoyed: "Wonderful, wonderful......." ”

Jiang Liu'er stood up suddenly, and pointed at Lin Lan angrily: "You are ......." ”

Before the copyist could speak, Lin Mian's expression was shy: "There is a second one." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Xingan hurriedly lifted the paper, not daring to interject, for fear of missing a good poem.

Lin Lan's voice was emotionless, it was all technology.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The small lotus is only at the sharp corner of the building, and there are dragonflies standing on their heads. ”

After Lin Mian finished reciting, he kept staring at Zhao Xingan's expression, and now he was reciting a life-saving poem, which he had to pay attention to.

Zhao Xing'an paused, this artistic conception surpassed the former, everything in the world is in pairs, and there are pairs without seeing mandarin ducks.

Jiang Liu'er was even more annoyed, and didn't believe that Lin Lan could make this work: "Lord Wang, I don't know where this person ......." ”

Lin Lan was afraid that he would not be able to pass the test, so he hurriedly said: "There is a third one." ”

This third sentence made Zhao Xingan chuckle, didn't care about speaking, and continued to carry the paper to his subordinates, for fear of missing a word.

Lin Lan let out a sigh of relief: "The water surface of the pond is flat in a rainy day, and the mirror shines on the eaves. The east wind suddenly danced with the weeping poplars, and made a sound of ten thousand hearts. ”

Zhao Xing'an stopped writing and couldn't extricate himself for a long time, and the three masterpieces are all good poems that can last for centuries.

Looking at the previous dynasties, it is rare to be able to leave one, let alone three.

No, five!

Zhao Xing'an remembered the two poems that Miss Liu said, no matter which one of them was a masterpiece.

Jiang Liu'er's face darkened, the copyist swallowed back, he kept saying that Lin Lan copied it, but Lin Lan's poems had never been heard of.

Lin Lan saw that Zhao Xingan was in a daze, and he didn't know what the other party thought.

He didn't dare to gamble, and after losing the bet, his head fell to the ground, and after coughing, he said slowly.

"The fourth ......."