At this time, all the people in the building walked down and came to the registration office on the first floor, ready to watch this unexpected excitement.

Lintian's reputation is already well-known in the capital, even if many of these Jinshi of the Hanlin Academy are disdainful, but after all, there are several poems of the Nine Dragons in front of them.

So for this, every time he shoots, he is a poor boy who is a national fortune poem, and he is still more curious.

However, today Lintian agreed to such a request, which is exactly what many people mean, and they all want to see if these rumors are true.

I also want to observe how many catties and taels this person who claims to step on Helan Mountain.

Mr. Registration looked at Lintian, he didn't expect him to agree so readily, but in any case, this was the first plan he wanted to execute.

"Okay, since you agreed, the pen and ink here are complete, and you can write poems after you have conceived them, but it has been said in advance, it must be a national fortune poem or above, and everything else is invalid. ”

Lintian's face was calm, and he nodded, indicating that he understood. But at this moment, Tuofei, who was beside him, seemed to be even more nervous.

It's strange that he is the one who speaks, and he is not the one who writes the poem, and he was very confident at first, but at this time he became nervous.

Tuofei whispered in Lintian's ear: "Lintian thinks, are you sure this time? Alas, the money is small, and the face is big." If you fail to write a poem about the national fortune this time, then in the future, you will become the laughing stock of the whole academy in the Hanlin Academy. ”

After doing it for a long time, Tuofei was worried about the problem of face. Lintian was helpless for a while, and glanced at Tuofei.

"Didn't you bring it up? Why are you still nervous?"

Tuofei was embarrassed. "Hehe, I didn't think that much just now. It's only now that I'm reacting. But Brother Lintian. You said yes so readily. Are you sure?"

Lintian chuckled, "Don't worry, if you really can't write a national fortune poem, then borrow half of the book and go back, and when you find a way to make money, you can look at the rest, as for other people's opinions, let him go." Doesn't matter. ”

Lintian was very relaxed, and then Tuofei wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lintian reaching out.

Seeing this, Tuofei could only keep his mouth shut, but it really didn't matter if he thought about it, and then borrowing the book was the goal, so he put his mind at ease.

Lintian walked to the table on the side, and there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, as if it had been prepared a long time ago, which couldn't help but make him feel a little helpless.

This Hanlin Courtyard is also dark enough. There are a lot of people who borrow books every day to read them, doesn't that mean? Their part-time jobs are too easy, and I'm afraid they can earn a mountain of gold over the years.

What Lin Tian thought in his heart was indeed so, but the Hanlin Academy was a rich and rival country, and this was the second largest investment place in the Great Xuan Kingdom, the first was naturally the army, and the other was only the Hanlin Academy.

The text is a thing that requires a lot of financial resources, because if you want to be famous, you have to read, read good books, or get better conditions to practice.

And these are all based on money. Therefore, Han Lintian's expenses are actually not much worse than those of the army.

"This is the Lintian, on the day of the feast, he wrote a poem of the Nine Dragons and defeated the third prince Jing Yang of Yasukuni. ”

"Well, yes, I was there. To be honest, the song "Man Jianghong" is really powerful, it is really a masterpiece written, I really can't see that it came from a poor hand. “

"After all, it was the Holy Lord who came in with a special quota, and his talent must be extraordinary. But looking at his luck, it seems to be really shabby. ‘

"Well, I heard that he was lucky in the National Fortune Palace, it is said that the luck is almost exhausted, and I don't know how long it will be able to survive in the future, such luck, I'm afraid that at most it will be Jinshi, and then it may not even be able to use a fortune poem. ”

Just when Lintian was thinking, the people below began to discuss again, but most of them had doubts about Lintian's luck.

Somewhere on the first floor, there was a pair of dark eyes, looking at Lintian from afar through the gap between the bookshelves, even in the dark, he couldn't hide the hatred.

Tian Hong peeked silently in the corner, he had no intention of stepping forward, and he was not prepared to encourage people's hearts and suppress Lintian as if he was in Fengxuan Tower.

After what happened last time, maybe Tian Hong has grown, he finally knows how to forbear, and he knows that it is useless to do anything now.

Therefore, he can only endure it, because the time has not yet come, he needs to grow, and an opportunity, it may be a long time, but he feels that he can wait.

Unbeknownst to Lintian and Tuofei, there were such dark eyes looking at them, and at this time they began to prepare to borrow the book with all their hearts.

Lintian had been thinking about it for a while, and suddenly he opened his eyes, dipped his pen in ink, and was ready to write a poem.

Lin Tian took a breath, and then read aloud:

"The ancients left no stone unturned,"

"Young and strong, old and old. ”

Just two sentences, many people heard it, this is a short poem of four words, but it seems to disappoint some people, the previous sentence, although it is well written, but it gives people the feeling that it is still bland.

There is no experience, and there is no fluctuation of luck, and Lintian does not use the power of luck to pour into the poems.

Almost many people thought that Lintian was dealing with it in a hurry, maybe he wasn't ready to borrow all the books, he just wanted to borrow half of them, but he just agreed to the gentleman at the registry office, so he didn't want to lose face before he wrote.

Many people think so, and even a few gentlemen frowned a little, not quite understanding how to turn the tide in the second half of Lintian's poem.

At this moment, Jinsha Lu upstairs also held a book, walked down, happened to see the commotion here, and walked to Tuofei's side.

But before Jinshalu could ask, Lintian changed the second half.

"On paper, it will eventually feel shallow,"

"I don't know that I have to do it. ”

A dragon roar suddenly remembered, although it was not outside the nine skies, everyone heard it, this is the real dragon of national fortune.

At the same time, in the study building, a burst of luck suddenly rose, and golden light swept in.

"This, on paper, finally feels shallow!~ What arrogance!"

"No, this is not arrogance, you see the last sentence, 'I must bow down to this', is actually its humble performance!"

Just as the last sentence was finished, everyone's eyes widened and they began to discuss.

This last sentence is wonderful and sophisticated enough.

"The ancients have spared no effort in learning, and they have become young and strong, and they have finally felt shallow on paper, and they never know that they have to do it!"

The gentleman at the registration office silently repeated the verses of Lintian, and at the same time, many Jinshi also began to recite it silently.

After a while, the commotion finally began, "This is also a wonderful statement! How did Lintian think of such a truth?"

This poem is a poem in Lintian's memory, expressing the understanding of reading, and this view is somewhat different from the view of this era.

However, it makes a lot of sense, and it is shallow on paper, and I never know that I have to do it. This sentence seems to allude to the fact that the expensive books in the library are to be completed by people after all, and the things on the paper are dead, and only when people are alive and completed are they valuable.

Such poetry made the gentlemen at the registration office and all the jinshi dumbfounded.

After a while, the atmosphere gradually subsided, and Lintian stepped forward with a poem.

"Sir, is this poem enough to borrow a book?" (To be continued.) )