Chapter 300: Memories of the Sea of Poetry
Lintian saw the expressions of the third son of the Wen family, which he couldn't see at that time.
He felt that they were really ridiculous, although he still didn't know what the secret was, but in the previous situation, he knew that what Mr. Ye said was a clue.
Lintian has already understood the conspiracy of the Wen family, and the rest of the matter is to find out the truth behind the Wen family.
After listening to the old man's words, Wen Liang was suddenly startled, "What? Could it be ......" Wen Liang seemed to think of something, and hurriedly looked at the man in Tsing Yi in the examination room through the window of the carriage.
At this time, the man in Tsing Yi was standing in front of the platform, although the distance was a little far away, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but only the dazzling hair crown made Wen Liang see it clearly.
After a long time, Wen Liang slowly turned sideways and said, "Mr. Ye, is this the ...... back then?"
Mr. Ye stretched out his hand to stop the words on Wen Liang's lips, nodded slowly, and said: "That's right, even if you don't hear about it, but this hair crown will never be wrong, and he may be the only one who can carry this hair crown today, now you know why I have restrained my breath?"
Wen Liang sighed, things were a little unexpected, "I really didn't expect this person to come out, but the Holy Lord actually asked him to be the chief examiner this year, is there something big going to happen?"
The old man shook his head and closed his eyes again, "I don't know about this, you better go back and ask your Ninth Prince." ”
Then there was silence in the carriage......
Wen Yong and Wen San Wenzhi were already standing outside the examination room at this time, and Wen Yong's eyes seemed to be a little disdainful. Things before they developed. The three of them naturally knew. It's just that he didn't expect Lintian to come to this hand, but the result he expected was the same, that is, Lintian would die.
"Hmph, I don't know what I can do, do you really think that it is so easy to make an oath to the fortune of the country?" Wen Yong pursed the corners of his mouth and said contemptuously.
Wen San nodded in agreement. "Big brother is right, I thought that Lin Tian really ate **** luck, but now it seems that everything is to blame, haha!"
"A person's life is predestined from birth, and Lintian is the life that we trample under our feet, no matter how much he struggles, it is useless. Wenzhi next to him said.
Wen Yong seemed to be very happy at this time, although the matter was not over yet. But all the people have already expected the outcome of the heavens, and the poetry of national fortune is almost impossible. In addition, Wen Yong is the top of today's list, and he himself has this self-confidence, the previous scriptures and Moyi are well answered, this year's Cangzhou top list, no accident is himself.
So now Wen Yong has already shown the expression of a victor, coupled with the instigation of Wen San Wenzhi next to him, several people have come over to congratulate Wen Yong on winning the top spot in advance, how can this not make him happy, he endured it behind Wang Ming for several months, and finally raised his eyebrows.
Wang Ming, who was not far away, frowned, his face was a little gloomy, and he looked at Wen Yong deeply, he never thought that the third son of the Wen family was so deeply hidden, and now his attention had been completely diverted from Lintian's body, and he suddenly realized at this time that he seemed to have been used by someone for several months.
It's just that Wang Ming doesn't quite understand what the three sons of the Wen family rely on, and why do they play with themselves to applause? Could it be that he, the only son of the Wang family in the Criminal Department, is so easily deceived? Since he came to the Liangfu Academy, Wang Ming has felt very uncomfortable, and at first it was a blow from the sky, but this time it has intensified, allowing Wen Yong to take the limelight.
He has been in the limelight since he was a child, and he feels a little behind in the past few months, and in Wang Ming's heart at this moment, not only Lintian, but also the three sons of the Wen family.
Lintian naturally didn't know what people were thinking outside the court, because his current problem didn't allow him to think about anything else, the man in Tsing Yi announced that he could continue the exam, at this time, another examiner had already lit a stick of incense, without too many words, within a stick of incense, Lintian wanted to write a poem about the national fortune.
Lintian sat back at his desk and began to prepare, the man in Tsing Yi simply sat down in front of the platform, and the three examiners in other areas stood on his left and right, only Liu Dian was still kneeling, but it seemed that the man in Tsing Yi didn't mean to let him get up.
Lintian picked up the ink pen, made the ink, and wrote poems on the rice paper of Puping, but just about to put down the pen, but stopped, although Lintian had the determination to die, but he knew that this was far from enough, and his current situation was not optimistic.
"I've written several poems before, almost all of them have no response, and I don't know what this writer has done to me, but I can't even make famous poems, let alone this poem of national fortune, it seems that I still have to figure out why my poems can't resonate with luck. Lintian thought in his heart.
With his realm, it is impossible to know that there is a problem with his feng shui, but now, Lintian has no other way, so he can only think of a way.
After a while, Lintian's eyes became firm, and then he began to write with a pen, and soon wrote a poem, but unfortunately, there was no reaction to the same, Lintian did not hesitate at all, immediately tore up the poem, and began to write the second one.
He can't study his own feng shui problems, so he knows in his heart that the only way is to keep writing poems until there is a poem that can break through the boundaries and reach the standard of national fortune poems, and he is also gambling on his own luck within a stick of incense!
Lintian's move has attracted everyone's attention, even the man in Tsing Yi has seen it, usually composing poems, are contemplative, brewing, and then consider the reason of its words, in order to write a good poem, and everyone sees Lintian at this time, but it is diametrically opposite, write quickly without saying, and feel that you don't have to think, just write with a pen.
In this way, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Lintian tore it while writing, as long as it could not be reflected by the luck vision, Lintian did not hesitate to tear it up and write it anew. In fact, Lintian didn't have to tear it up, but he was still a little nervous at the moment, and he could only rely on tearing up these papers to calm his emotions.
But it wasn't until later that he realized how wise his little move to tear up the poem was.
Everyone looked at Lintian in a daze, to say that they were a little disdainful at first, but after the half-pillar incense passed, everyone was a little puzzled. Lintian has not stopped from the beginning to the present, just like a machine, tearing while writing.
"What's going on with this? It's not pretending, is it? It's a little too fast, too much!"
"Well, that's right, no matter how powerful you are, even if you prepare in advance, you can't write so many poems, you see that there are so many torn papers!"
At this moment, even the examiners on the stage were a little surprised, they were the closest to Lintian, and sometimes they could take a few glances, such a speed of writing poems and destroying poems was really amazing, no matter how much the poems they made should be cherished, and they had never seen such as Lintian, and they did not hesitate to destroy poems.
The examiners could see it, and the man in Tsing Yi could naturally do it, and it seemed that he saw something deeper than others, and at this time, Tsing Yi's eyes had become a little surprised and bright......
(To be continued.) )