Yao Chuan scolded Lin Yanchen all the time, almost belittled him to the point that dogs were not as good as that.

If you come to those who don't know Lin Yanchen, you will definitely feel that this is a person who is not virtuous, talented, and incompetent.

Wang Duxiu really couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped the table case angrily, and pointed directly at Yao Chuan.

"Yao Daru! You're out of shape! As a great Confucian, we are a model for the people of the world and even the people of the world, how can you say such harsh words now? ”

Li Ming followed, he had torn his face with Yao Chuan earlier, and now he has nothing to fear.

"Heh, if you have a pair of ears and eyes, I'm afraid you can't say Yao Daru's words! Whether it is from poetry and literature, food desserts, or martial arts combat power, Lin Xiaozi is an impeccable and unparalleled genius demon at this age, but in your Yao Chuan's mouth, it has become unbearable, dare to ask you Yao Chuan's beloved disciple in any way compared to Lin Xiaozi? ”

"Hahaha! If the Lin boy is what you say, what about your apprentice, His Royal Highness Yuan Ming? What about Yao Chuan, the great Confucian who has taught His Royal Highness Yuan Ming for many years? ”

Li Ming's words were sharp, and his criticism of Yao Chuan hit the nail on the head, which made the surrounding Confucians tremble.

That's too ruthless, isn't it? It's really a shame at all!

Yao Chuan was angry again, and he couldn't say anything clearly.

"You...... You ......"

"What are you, you're not bullshit, for so many years, except for the song "Spring Rain", I haven't seen you have any poems that you can handle, and you boast that you cherish your family and country, and the only poem you have made that is praised by the world is still written in the scene, how can you still have the face to say that Lin Xiaozi is narrow-minded in poetry?!"

Li Ming directly interrupted Yao Chuan's words and sneered.

After Yao Chuan reacted, he pointed at Li Ming and scolded: "You are vulgar!" Sling the bull! Hugh wants to insult the old man! The old man never wanted to accept apprentices, it was the Liu family who rushed to send his son, and he didn't listen to the old man's dissuasion to learn martial arts, so he didn't make any achievements in literature, how can he blame the old man? ! ”

"Besides, the person surnamed Lin is also a martial arts practitioner, and it is impossible to even become a great Confucian in the future, so what is the use of this kind of person doing more poetry and articles? Could it be that you expect a martial artist who can't even cultivate his righteousness to become a saint?! ”

Although Yao Chuan's words were emotional, they were also true.

Li Ming had no way to refute it, but he was still determined to accept Lin Yanchen as a student, and it was about to come to the right opportunity, he didn't bother to pay attention to Yao Chuan, and coldly flicked his robe.

"Heh, you and I look at it, Lin Xiaozi's poem is at least Grade A! Just ask you if Yao Chuan can improvise a grade A?! ”

……

After the little farce ended, everyone hurriedly turned their attention to Lin Yanchen again, and listened to him continue to read back.

"Dream back to the Horn Company Camp!"

A word falls.

Everyone was shocked again!

"In a trance, I went back to the old days, and the horns sounded one after another in the various military camps......"

A Dajing military general was stupid when he listened.

Although he doesn't understand poetry and is a rough person, he involuntarily substitutes into the artistic conception of poetry.

Now the complete first sentence is linked, it is simply popular and magnificent!

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp! What a poem! Unconsciously reminded the old man of the days when he led the troops to fight! When the old man was so brave on the battlefield, the enemy army he fought was defeated and retreated, that ......"

A nobleman who often won battles was caught in the middle of his sentence by his anxious companions.

Dahan realized in the next second that he had said the wrong thing, and he almost got cold!

Hurriedly poured two large bowls of wine as if shocked.

Damn, what are you fighting the enemy army is retreating one after another, and now aren't the enemy troops all sitting nearby?

Isn't this a proper way to die?

Fortunately, everyone only cared about appreciating the poems and didn't bother with his words.

Most military generals have a strong sense of substitution for this first sentence, after all, Xin Qiji is a figure who is both civil and military, not only a lyricist, but also a brave and warlike general.

It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time and was unambitious for a long time......

Xin Ci people are better than those who only know how to talk on paper.

The words he made are naturally very apt to the battlefield.

Coupled with his concise and spicy writing, just one sentence brought the picture of the general to life on the paper and lingered in everyone's hearts.

This makes many people wonder.

"Judging by the age and dress of this Lin boy, he shouldn't have been on the battlefield, right? How can this sentence be so vividly written? It's like being in the army for many years! ”

It's just that everyone didn't have time to get entangled, and Lin Yanchen blurted out the next sentence!

"Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turn over the outside sound! - Autumn soldiers on the battlefield! ”

The second sentence came out, and the guests gasped!

Especially the second half of Lin Yanchen's sentence almost roared out, and in an instant, the spirit in the poem directly rendered the audience! All the guests were on fire!

So much so that the talented man who was still slandering him before had to clench his fists at this time.

They already have to admit that Lin Yanchen is excellent, and this poem is extremely well written!

At least the kind of feeling they could never write!

Not to mention those battle-hardened generals, even these talents, who have never been on the battlefield and only know the words on paper, have a sense of arrogance.

The artistic conception of that image is even more indescribable.

The eldest grandson was stunned and incredulous, and he didn't even notice that the wine glass in his hand fell and spilled on the ground.

Just stared at the straight figure with drooping arms but standing.

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield...... Ok, good, good! I didn't expect this to be a poem, or such a level of song, just Shang Run, it has already compared the old man's "Xingjiang Song" to nothing! ”

The eldest grandson Shen said three good words in a row, and his excited hands were trembling, and he gave this word a very high evaluation!

His heart was completely entangled at this time.

"Could it be that this kid can really continue the exercises today? That...... It's hard to imagine what it must be, it's terrible... Terrifying! ”

But then, he shook his head abruptly.

"No, it's impossible, no matter how good the poems this kid makes, it's only in the early stage of the eighth grade, how can it be connected with the exercises I did when I was in the fourth grade?"

Eldest Sun Yi and Huaiyu, as well as Princess Anyang and those young talented girls, already have the same expression.

The gaze is filled with obsession and admiration.

They are all women, and they naturally don't like the poetry of the military, but when they hear Lin Yanchen's poem, it is very different!

"This song is so well written, isn't it? It's worthy of Lord Lin! ”

"Yes, yes, I really don't know what Xia Que will look like! I don't know what level this song is! ”

Eldest Sun Yi secretly let go of his hand and asked Huaiyu, "Huaiyu, how did you say he did this?" ”

Huaiyu shook his head, "Your Majesty, I don't know if my subordinates are not good at poetry, but it should also be a masterpiece!" ”