Brilliant blue!

It even shines on the entire third floor.

This is a manifestation of the high spirit.

Lin Ye knew very well that at this Tengwang Pavilion poetry banquet held by Yan Dudu, only one person could reach this step.

is the Wang Bo who is so talented that even God is jealous.

The boy became famous, and the sky was jealous of the talent.

To be honest, I still admire this Lin Ye very much, after all, I can write an article like the preface to King Teng's pavilion, so many famous poems, this alone is enough to make all readers worship.

Compared with others sitting at the table and laughing loudly, Wang Bo sat at a table reading and looking at the river view outside the window, and drank a glass of wine from time to time.

Lin Ye walked over and asked, "This brother, I wonder if I can sit in this position?" ”

The long table in front of Wang Bo was the kind of three-person position, but it may be because of Wang Bo's coldness, so that others did not choose to sit at this table.

"Brother Tai is at his own convenience."

Lin Ye smiled and sat on Wang Bo's right side, although he was 100% sure in his heart, he still asked, "Haven't asked my brother about his name yet?" ”

"Wang Zian."

"Brother Zi'an, in the night of the forest."

Hearing that the other party said that his name was Wang Zi'an, Lin Ye confirmed it, and this is it.

Wang Bo, the word Zi'an.

Wang Bo's interest in talking is not high, but how could Lin Ye let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he also wanted to know what kind of mood Wang Bo was in to create this preface to King Teng's Pavilion.

"Brother Zi'an listens to the accent, doesn't he look like he's from Hongzhou?"

"It's not." Wang Bo replied simply, obviously not wanting to talk too much.

But Lin Yeke didn't care what Wang Bo's mood was, and continued: "Brother Zi'an, is he here to visit relatives and friends, or is he here to visit relatives and friends?" ”

"Just passing by, I heard that there was a wine banquet here, so I came to eat and drink with a shy face."

Wang Bo said very modestly, the corner of Lin Ye's mouth twitched, the man's mouth deceived people, if I hadn't read the preface of King Teng's pavilion, I would really think that you were here to cheat and cheat.

However, Lin Ye was indeed a little curious about why Wang Bo would come to participate in this banquet in King Teng's Pavilion.

According to the analysis of historians and writers, Wang Bo was on the way to visit his degraded father at that time, and in terms of route, Wang Bo did not need to pass by Yuzhang City, even if he really passed by Yuzhang City, with Wang Bo's state of mind at that time, he should not be in the mood to participate in this banquet.

After all, Wang Bo was convicted and sentenced to prison, and his father was also demoted to Jiaozhi as a county magistrate because of him, don't look at serving as a county magistrate or being an official, but in ancient times, he was relegated to a remote area like Jiaozhi, with ancient traffic and road conditions, many officials died of illness on the way before they took office, and they would get sick because of various reasons such as water and soil adaptation.

In ancient times, it was not like modern times, in ancient times, this remote area was an uncivilized place, and whether it could communicate was a problem, and the so-called government was not as useful as the local indigenous magnates.

In this context, Wang Bo is a filial person, because his own affairs implicated his father, how could he still be in the mood to participate in this poetry banquet?

"Brother Zi'an didn't tell the truth, you are not passing by."

Lin Ye's words were tentative, his eyes were fixed on Wang Bo, and after Wang Bo heard his words, he really showed that something was wrong.

Wang Bo's body trembled, and the expression on his face changed slightly, making him look a little nervous.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ye suddenly had a premonition that Wang Bo would appear in King Teng's Pavilion, and there might be an inside story.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

Wang Bo finally set his eyes on Lin Ye this time, Lin Ye smiled: "I, like you, am also a passer-by in Hongzhou, the difference is that I also know that I will write an article here that will be famous for the ages." ”

"You...... How do you know I'm going to make an article? ”

This time Wang Bo was really shocked, although this time Yan Dudu held a banquet to hold a poetry meeting, not every guest who came to participate would make a fuss, most of them just came to have a good time, the locals are like this, not to mention outsiders like Wang Bo.

I want to write an article by myself, and no one else knows about it except myself.

"I know more than that, Brother Zi'an might as well say it directly, why do you want to participate in this Tengwang Pavilion banquet, otherwise I'm afraid that I will accidentally ruin Brother Zi'an's plan."

Lin Ye pretended to be mysterious, but he was just using words to deceive Wang Bo.

The ancients were relatively simple, not to mention that a talented man like Wang Bo was not good at scheming, otherwise he would not have been full of talent, but he ended up in prison and degraded.

"I got a fairy uncle to guide me to this Tengwang Pavilion."

Under Lin Ye's deception, Wang Bo told the truth.

"Uncle Fairy?" Lin Ye's heart was suddenly, but don't make a preface to King Teng's Pavilion written by an immortal dream.

No, Wang Bo's literary brilliance cannot be faked, and the preface to King Teng's pavilion must have been written by Wang Bo himself.

"Yesterday, the ship was anchored in Madang, and an old man came to me, and he told me that tomorrow Hongzhou Tengwang Pavilion will hold a banquet to make a record, and I can go there to do it, and it will be famous for eternity."

"So you said yes?"

Lin Ye stared at Wang Bo, Wang Bo shook his head with a wry smile and said: "My father is guilty because of me, how can I still care about whether the article is famous through the ages, but the old man said that if I make a note in King Teng's Pavilion, winning the laurel will make my ship a thousand miles a day and see my father as soon as possible." ”

Wang Bo saw Lin Ye's frowning expression, thinking that Lin Ye didn't believe it, and continued: "I didn't believe it at first, the ship is a thousand miles a day, isn't it faster than a spaceship, until the old man waved his hand, and the wind rose on the river, and it actually blew my ship to Hongzhou, which is hundreds of miles away, it is really a thousand miles a day, I have to believe the old man's words, and the old man must be a god." ”

"Did the old man send it to Hongzhou for you?"

Immortals or something, Lin Ye didn't believe it very much, but this person could actually expect that Wang Bo would write an article that would be immortal in King Teng's Pavilion, and he could also use the wind to send Wang Bo to Hongzhou, and his strength should not be underestimated.

"Wait...... You said that when you took the crown, he would send you to your father's place, and make your ship a thousand miles in a day? ”

Lin Ye suddenly thought of something, historians have analyzed, and a large number of them believe that Wang Bo died on the way to visit his father, that is, he has not seen his father yet.

If this assertion is correct, isn't it inconsistent?

With this fairy-like old man, who sends Wang Bo thousands of miles a day, how could he capsize because of a little wind and waves at sea?

"Yes, that's what the fairy old man said." Wang Bo nodded and replied.

Lin Ye pondered for a moment, and the expression on his face suddenly became playful, so it seems that the identity of this immortal uncle is not simple.

(End of chapter)