"The old man has been difficult to leave a name in history all his life, but today he is watching a fledgling junior do it easily, sigh! Heaven is heroic, thousands of literary qi are gathered in one person, and God is unfair! ”

The big confucian, who had already broken some defenses, sighed, and the melancholy on his face couldn't be hidden.

But they were just a little envious and jealous, and Yao Chuan really rose to the point of madness.

At this moment, his face could no longer be described as gloomy, it was even more ugly than the stinky ditch in the corners.

Li Ming also did not miss any opportunity to mock Yao Chuan.

"Hehehe! The old man has long felt that this kid will become a big weapon, but he didn't think that he would be a big weapon today, why do you Yao Chuan judge such a character! You're no longer in a position to judge that kid! ”

The implication is that you Yao Chuan himself can still leave a name in history, and the only thing to rely on is the poem from thirty years ago.

In terms of poetry, Lin Yanchen's achievements are no weaker than Yao Chuan, or even better, not to mention that Yao Chuan is an old man, what qualifications does he have to point fingers at Hou Lang?

By seniority? There are people who are older than him Yao Chuan!

Relying on background and knowledge? Lin Yanchen doesn't need it at all!

These words are undoubtedly another backstab to Yao Chuan, which is equivalent to not only sprinkling salt on the wound, but also putting pepper and cumin, and almost grilling it on the fire!

To everyone's surprise, Yao Chuan rarely did not reply this time, but continued to remain silent, judging from the back, his momentum was a little sluggish.

This made Li Ming feel even more proud, thinking that this was Yao Chuan's fault, and he was speechless, so he was about to say a few more words, but Wang Duxiu shook his head to stop him.

"Brother Li, you must remember the words of the sage: Enough is enough, and things must be reversed. You'd better think about how to that kid. ”

Li Ming was immediately unhappy.

"Hey, I said Brother Wang, you just stopped the old man three times and twice, what do you mean by this now? I, Li Ming, said that I would accept him as a student, but I would never grovel to beg for a knot, otherwise even if he became his teacher, what face would the old man have? ”

Wang Duxiu waved his hand, "Brother Li, you misunderstood the old man, I mean that this short poem has no name yet, but it is definitely a poem of exhortation that will be sung by the entire court and even the officials of the world in the future, so the name of the poem is extremely important!" ”

When Li Ming heard this, not only did he not soothe his brows, but wrinkled even more, his face full of question marks and confusion.

"Brother Wang, what do you mean by this? He writes poems and composes poems, and the title of the poem is naturally his own thoughts, what does it have to do with the old man? Could it be that the old man still wants to help him come up with a poem name? ”

Li Ming said it casually in a joking tone, but who expected Wang Duxiu to nod seriously.

"That's right, if you can decide the name of this poem, it will be a great opportunity!"

As soon as he said this, Li Ming originally wanted to say something "inexplicable", but then he seemed to think of something, and his breath trembled suddenly!

"Shhh...... Brother Wang, you mean, the title of this poem can be called "Shi Li Ming's Confucian's Exhortation to a Hundred Officials"? ”

Wang Duxiu nodded again.

Li Ming's eyes stared directly like a light bulb, and his heart fluctuated back and forth.

Since ancient times, there have been no strict rules on the name of the poem, and it can even be sent out as a kind of "favor".

Or just name it after a character, such as sending a friend to a foreign country, or missing an old friend......

In his previous life, the poet immortal Li Bai also wrote a poem for Wang Lun, the eldest brother on the list, under the effect of his banknote ability.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love (silver).

This also makes Wang Lun, an ordinary person with an unknown origin who should have sunk in the long river of time, directly become a big man who is still well-known by hundreds of millions of people thousands of years later.

This wave of Wang Lun is directly a winner in life.

Invest in a wave of Li Taibai, and what you get is a name for the ages that can't be bought with money!

After all, even those talented and famous poets have been buried by time and disappeared from the eyes of the world.

And Wang Lun has the same experience, there are also in this world, that person was originally just an old servant of the saint, but in the occasional inspiration of the Confucian saint, his name became the name of the poem.

And that poem is also a quatrain for the ages, and it happens to satirize the corrupt regime of the current dynasty, which has a certain historical significance, and has been recorded in the annals of history by historians and passed down to future generations for reference.

So the old servant directly turned into a famous figure from a sweeper to a famous figure in history.

To this day, many people still go to mourn the fourth generation of saints, and when they read this poem, they will respectfully bow to the old servants of the saints.

After all, if you can be a sage to compose a poem, or a quatrain for the ages, then you are no longer an ordinary person, and you should be respected by the younger generations of Confucianism.

And the deeds of this old servant are often ridiculed as a joke by Confucian protégés, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he often fantasizes that he can also follow others to leave a name in history, and be admired and worshiped by the younger generations after a thousand years, this feeling is cool to think about!

Now that Li Ming was awakened by Wang Duxiu, he came to his senses in an instant, and his eyes couldn't help but burn a little when he looked at Lin Yanchen!

"In the next round, Feihua Ling, please come to the stage to draw a lot!"

As the voice of the guards fell, the first round of Qu Shui Liuyu was announced, and the second round of flying flowers made Lin Yanchen not plan to participate, and the chain reaction of his silence was the wild shouts of those talents.

"Wuhu! This Lin Yanchen finally stopped muddying the waters! ”

"God is merciful! I have been brewing good poems and good words for a long time, and I finally have a chance to come up with them today! ”

"Yes, Lin Yanchen was mixed up like this before, and we can finally show ourselves next! If the surnamed Lin is allowed to participate again, this poetry meeting will soon become his own! ”

Because everyone was overly excited, their voices were not deliberately suppressed, so that Lin Yanchen himself could hear them clearly.

Although he is not thin-skinned on weekdays, he is still a little embarrassed at the moment.

"As for it...... You guys, I just carried two mediocre poems, and I'm embarrassed to prostitute Li Bai Su Shi for nothing, which is completely inconsistent with Lao Tzu's low-key personality! ”

In this regard, Lin Yanchen is conscious, he does not produce poetry, but he is just a porter of poetry, and he has already prostituted so many ancestors in vain, he definitely does not dare to be proud in his heart or take everything for granted.

After all, draught does not forget the well digger, and the white prostitute does not forget the wool man, this is the basic principle of life.

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, the next poetry meeting Weichen will no longer participate, Liu Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites has something important to discuss, Weichen will retire first, Your Highness, you can call Weichen at any time if you need anything, or you can directly order Xiao Dezi, this kid is very good at doing things."