"What Brother Li said is very true, I want to see how the surnamed Lin composes poems on the spot! The artistic conception of his three poems is by no means possible at such an age! ”

"Alas...... You guys, you guys, just don't want to recognize the facts, last night's Yunyan Pavilion dinner we waited for the Confucian students of the country, but I could clearly see that Lord Lin was on the scene in seven steps, and as for the C-grade poems, they came casually in a few breaths. ”

"I see that you all ate the mooncakes surnamed Lin, and now you have all become his loyal dogs!"

"What the hell are you talking about?! I see that you slanderers of Lord Lin are all because you didn't eat moon cakes because of your previous nonsense, so you will slander it out of hatred now! ”

"That is, I saw you two supporting Lord Lin there before, and you hold a grudge if you can't eat moon cakes at this time?"

"Nonsense! Do you two want to taste the power of my Nine Rank Martial Artist?! ”

"Come on, come, who's afraid of you? Do you really think that none of us and other scholars have ever practiced martial arts?! ”

Seeing that a few people were about to do it, and even caused a group of Confucian scholars from different countries, those peacemakers hurriedly jumped out to dissuade them.

"Don't you all have to quarrel! Let's listen to the poems written by Lord Lin first! If you have anything to say, wait until you finish listening to the poem! ”

Faced with such a scene, Changsun Yi, who has been watching the play on stage, doesn't care much.

The previous rounds were all stages for young talents from all over the world, and she didn't bother to care.

Even those great Confucians and officials and aristocrats were chatting while watching the play.

After everyone quieted down, Lin Yanchen straightened his tone before he opened his mouth and recited:

"It should be green." He deliberately paused after reading this half sentence, apprehension everyone's appetite.

Although he promised Zhao Rui not to write poems at the poetry meeting, he meant not to compete for the top poet, so he didn't go back on his word in the first few rounds.

It's just that when he said this, the audience was in an uproar again.

"What the hell?! He even put this half sentence at the front, how can this be a poem? ”

"Yes, the rest of the people are piggybacking on this half sentence as the end, is he specifically using this sentence as the theme?!"

"Impossible! I've never seen anyone write poetry like this! Even if he did, the quality must be average, and the style of the whole poem is limited by this beginning! ”

"So ignorant, I don't think he can write poetry at all!"

The students were suspicious and incredulous, and even felt that Lin Yanchen didn't understand poetry at all, so as to prove that the three poems on the armor were definitely not from him.

But this remark was only spread in a small area, and most of the Confucian scholars were shocked by Lin Yanchen with their own eyes at the Yunyan Pavilion dinner last night.

Now seeing those who have been slandering Lin Yanchen, they first tried to persuade them with a smile, but no one believed them.

After all, there are some things, as long as you don't see them with your own eyes, it's hard to believe, it's really outrageous.

So, everyone opened their ears one after another, very curious about what Lin Yanchen's next sentence was, which would determine whether they wanted to spray or not.

Let this kid pretend to be for so long, as long as there is a chance, most young talents who are cautious and jealous will definitely not let go of slandering Lin Yanchen.

The principle that literati are inferior to each other is very applicable.

Instead of improving yourself, it is better to denigrate others.

Lin Yanchen saw that the atmosphere was almost over, so he smiled indifferently and continued to chant:

"Tick the twilight and tinker with the morning bell."

Changsun Yue's eyes lit up suddenly, this feeling was completely different from the previous songs!

Lin Yanchen's poem begins with her half of the sentence, that is, the theme of that half of the sentence.

And what shocked and delighted her the most was that the artistic conception of these two sentences was also very close to the feeling she felt when she visited the ancient temple in Jiangzhou!

Many guests in the audience were also holding their breath and couldn't breathe nervously.

Just looking at this complete first couplet, the artistic conception has some artistic conception, but I didn't expect it to be really made for Lin Yanchen!

"The cry of the wild crane returns to silence, and then explores the green mountains and turns empty!"

Lin Yanchen was not verbose, and blurted out the last sentence directly.

Although this poem is not a superb poem, it is enough to surpass the ones just now.

However, he was slapping the face of the sneering genius just now!

"Hahaha, I told you a long time ago, Lord Lin's good poems come casually!"

"It's just that you don't look at what you're doing yourself. Dare to beak Lord Lin! ”

"You are narrow-minded, you are not worthy of being friends with me!"

"Instead of slandering Lord Lin, you should improve yourself first!"

The people who were scolded all lowered their heads in shame, they were so arrogant and confident as they just said, and now they were slapped in the face, and they no longer have the face to mix with the literati circle!

And Zhou Yuanming also blushed at this time, just because he and his mother boasted about Haikou just now, and he must be the first in the first round.

Results...... On the contrary, he was compared with Lin Yanchen by his mother and reprimanded, and now he is extremely disappointed in him.

It is worth mentioning that after listening to Lin Yanchen's full poem this time, Changsun Yue's reaction was completely different from the previous one.

At first, he was happy and impressed, and then he was a little unbelievable, why is Lin Yanchen so good in every aspect? !

It was the first time she had seen such a fascinating man.

But she didn't say anything about the reward, but directly dragged Lin Yanchen down, and after signaling the other talents to continue, she talked to Lin Yanchen about "whispering".

"Lin... Lord Lin, if you tell the truth to this palace, what else will you do? You are also an official for a while, and the pastries you created made those imperial chefs shameless, and the poems you wrote were far better than those literati who studied poetry and books, the key is that you are still so young, how did you do it?! ”

Hehe, because Lao Tzu, as a traverser, must be opened!

Thinking so in his heart, Lin Yanchen was still serious.

"Back to His Royal Highness Anyang, there are a lot of things in the courtier's meeting, and some of them are even inconvenient to inform you......"

"Huh? Is there anything you can't let Hongu know? ”

Lin Yanchen frowned when he saw the eldest Sun Yue, and quickly shook his head.

"Not really, eh...... It is really not appropriate to speak, and a holy person like His Highness must not want to listen to this. ”

"Let you say it, don't hide it with this palace, don't worry about it, this palace will not blame you!"

Lin Yanchen touched his chin and thought for a moment when he heard this, and finally spoke in a low voice.

"Your Highness, in addition to poetry and songs, scriptures, strategies, the art of war, astronomy and geography, medicine, martial arts, food, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you are also particularly good at... Good at intratrial surgery......"

Speaking of the back, Lin Yanchen was a little embarrassed.

However, the evil taste in his heart is troubled, and driving in front of a pure beauty like Princess Anyang has an inexplicable sense of excitement.

But Changsun Yue was surprised and puzzled.

"I didn't expect you to know anything! It's just that... What do you mean by preventing heat stroke? Could it be a way to cool off in the summer season? Then you quickly teach this palace, this palace is going to die of heat recently! ”