The eldest grandson Shen raised his eyebrows tightly, and his heart was even more shocked and inexplicable!

"What is this Lin boy doing? Could it be that he wanted to continue the remnants of the exercises that the old man wrote back then? ”

As soon as these words came out, he hurriedly dispelled this absurd idea.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! It was made by the old man when he was promoted to the fourth grade grand master, and with the inspiration of God's mercy, I can't think of how to continue it for decades, how can that kid be only eight grades?! ”

As if to comfort himself, Eldest Sun Shen snorted mockingly.

"If this exercise is continued by that kid today, won't the old man live to be a dog? Besides, no matter how bewitching his talent is, he doesn't have the experience and artistic conception of the old man, no matter how good the poetry he does, it's not the right head and butterfly tail! ”

Those talented girls and Princess Anyang's eldest grandson, their nervous hands suddenly let go.

It's not that I'm not worried, but I can't fix it by Lin Yanchen's move.

What occasion is it now?

It's a life-and-death struggle with someone!

The two arms are still hanging and unable to move, and now you are composing poetry again?

Is this the time to compose poetry?

But at the same time, they are looking forward to it.

Most of them didn't go to the Yunyan Pavilion dinner, and they didn't witness Lin Yanchen composing poems on the spot.

But each of the other party's capitals is so amazing!

I wonder what will happen to the new poems in the battle of life and death!

Those talented people have clenched their fists into a ball of tight meat, and some of them have even hammered their thighs hard.

"No matter when, this surnamed Lin always appears in front of such a person and sensationalizes!"

"I look down on this kind of person the most in my life! Relying on some poetic talents, he shows off in every possible way, as if we want to hear him compose poetry! ”

But there are still people who disagree, they are not Lin Yanchen's supporters, but they can't stand the bottomless belittlement of these people.

Immediately, there was a pretty Da Zheng talent who was proficient in yin and yang words, yes, it was pretty, although it was a man's body, he had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he was simply a macho man's ecstasy......

He pinched his nose and chuckled at the moment, as if he had seen some kind of joke.

"Oh, what a big smell of old vinegar, it turned out to be a few of you, I think someone knocked over the vinegar jar!"

The other two quickly chimed in.

"Hahaha! Since the beginning of our literati study, the teacher has taught us that as literati, we should pursue it all our life to become a great Confucian saint, and to leave a name in history as a lifelong honor. ”

"That is, if you can't do what you can't do, will you be able to achieve it and see others do it? With such a cautious eye, how can there be a bit of literati style? You're not even as good as those children! ”

"That's right, we all admire and admire Lord Lin's poetry, don't say that you don't want to listen to it, you don't deserve to listen to this kind of high-quality poetry at all! Wild boars can't eat fine chaff! ”

The three of them spoke sharply, and it was useless to belittle the two who were sour.

obviously didn't say a word of swearing, but the two talented men broke the defense directly!

"You ...... What benefits did you guys take from that surnamed Lin?! ”

"It's not false that we literati pursue to leave a name in history! But what I have in my heart should be the family and the country, not the poetry of the path! ”

In a hurry, in order to go back, the two did not hesitate to belittle the poems, showing that they were tall, not because they couldn't write good poems, but because they disdained this kind of small way.

But his words undoubtedly provoked the anger of the public, and the young talents and talented women who came to the poetry club were all very fond of poetry and had made some achievements.

Seeing these two people venting their personal emotions, they even brought poetry?!

To insult poetry is to insult them, a group of self-proclaimed poets!

Immediately, a large group of people glared at the two of them.

"You two scum, it's a shame on my big Zheng Wenren! Since you disdain poetry and say that poetry is a small way, then you don't want to stay in the poetry club! Get out of here! No one is forcing the two of you to come! It's really deserving and standing, I've never seen such a person who is so immoral and humiliating! ”

"If the two of you have a kind, then repeat what you just said to the Great Confucian and the teachers! Don't be grandstanding with us and lose the face of the literati! ”

"Heh, just you, Li Si, still dare to say that you cherish your family and country? Before, you also told me that you want to make a poem famous in this poetry meeting, appear in front of people, and then go to the teaching department to play, these words have been heard by several of our classmates! You don't care what you do, and you still point fingers at Lord Lin? Can you have a little face? ”

"And you Liu Twelve, ...... on weekdays"

……

Everyone was angry, and they broke out the bad deeds of the two in the past.

It's one thing to know in your heart, it's another thing to pick it on the surface!

From a social point of view, Li Si and Liu Twelve have died completely, and they have been whipped repeatedly!

But those big Confucians couldn't sit still one by one at the moment.

They instinctively went to taste the poems first, and didn't think much about Lin Yanchen.

But just this half sentence made their jaws drop!

"Drunk and looking at the sword! In a drunken dream, light up the oil lamp and watch the sword! Hiss - such a picture is as if there is already in his heart, and the old man is almost unthinking, he is uncontrollably immersed in this artistic conception! This poem is anything but simple! ”

Li Ming, who had long intended to accept Lin Yanchen as an apprentice, praised loudly without the slightest concealment.

At the same time, Wang Duxiu Daru also touched his beard to taste, just looking at the intoxicated expression on his face, he knew that Lin Yanchen's half sentence was very standard.

"At the moment when there is no disease and moaning, Lin Xiaozi's poem is really like standing out from the crowd! This word is inspiring, it should be a first-class military poem! ”

"Regardless of anything else, as Confucians, just talking about this poem, the old man has some appreciation for this kid! No matter when you can remain calm, you can compose poems on the spot in this kind of life-and-death battle, just this courage and courage are enough to make countless people sigh! ”

The rest of the Confucians also nodded in agreement.

The so-called literati are generally talking about works and people.

But there are exceptions.

Yao Chuan Daru smiled coldly, showing disdain.

"People who are dying do not forget to compose poems to appear in front of others, this kind of temporary patchwork of poems without brewing, listening to it will only dirty the old man's ears! This son is not worthy of poetry at all! A eunuch touching my Confucian poetry is simply insulting to a saint! If you don't stop it, forget it, and praise that kid here, what is your intention! ”

Yao Chuan angrily reprimanded Lin Yanchen's people and did not stop, and he still picked and chose the poems.

"Heh, I'm still drunk and looking at the sword in my dream, what bullshit! He is still far from the age of standing, just so sad and sad, as if he had never touched the sword, don't just say anything about the artistic conception, it is clearly a straightforward description! There's not even a bit of rhetorical embellishment, it's just vulgar! How did you come up with such obscene poems?! ”