Suddenly, a voice sounded, and at the same time, a white-clothed figure blended into the crowd below.

The group of young talents didn't care about this, thinking that they just wanted to have a good time with ordinary readers, so they didn't stop it.

It's just that they have an inexplicable familiar feeling of this voice, but they can't remember it for a while.

But a few of the guests just looked this way, so they subconsciously glanced at the appearance of the person who wanted to compose a poem.

Just this glance, several guests shuddered.

"Lin... Forest... Lin Yanchen! How is he here! ”

"What? Lin Yanchen? Where, where? ”

They had already had a conditioned reflex towards Lin Yanchen, and as soon as they heard the name, they all stood up and looked around at the same time.

The movement here also attracted more attention, and then they followed the eyes of most people to see a handsome and fair-skinned, angular side face, dressed in white proudly in the crowd, which was particularly eye-catching.

Those who have never participated in the poetry club don't think it's a big deal about it, and it's not surprising that Kyoto has such a population that there is a handsome boy.

And the rest of the people couldn't be clearer about Lin Yanchen.

"I didn't expect him to come and compose poetry!"

"Hahaha, this Lin boy came to write a farewell poem for us, and it can be regarded as a real consummation!"

"It's extreme, if there is another quatrain for the ages, it will also be a good story, not to mention that today's poem is also made for me, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for a daughter to invite this to write a poem on weekdays!"

Some people are shocked, some people are happy, and more are looking forward to it.

Those who are about to leave look forward to hearing an uplifting farewell poem.

How could those talented people not find out about this noise?

"How did this come about! I haven't written poetry yet! Finished! If I let him write poems, I'm afraid that I will lose all my righteousness today, not to mention that if I write poems after him, I will be completely reduced to a laughing stock! ”

"No, we must not let him mess with the situation! Today is the time for me to appear before others, and I can't swallow this breath! ”

As soon as I thought of this, some talented people who had not yet written poetry stood up to refute it.

"No, this is a place where Confucian children and others compose poems, don't disturb the order!"

"This son, let's wait for the future, after all, I will leave after a while, and I will look forward to the son's masterpiece at that time."

They didn't say anything very absolutely, and they also wanted to prostitute Lin Yanchen for nothing.

To put it simply, what they mean is that today is the time for them to appear in front of others, so let Lin Yanchen line up and not influence each other to dismantle the stage.

In addition, these Confucian students from other places will also leave for them later, and it is very good that Lin Yanchen will write a farewell poem for them.

It's better to have another eternal quatrain, so that they can say when they meet people, someone has made a quatrain for themselves, and it's also a kind of row to think about.

But Lin Yanchen will never be prostituted in vain, this is the professionalism of a senior white prostitute.

"Oh? Is this official also an idle person? ”

Lin Yanchen had no intention of confronting them, and reached out and took out the golden dragon order that the emperor gave him from his waist.

Seeing this order is like seeing Your Majesty!

It is printed with a special pattern, and the whole body is made of spiritual gold, and that luster cannot be faked.

Lin Yanchen only thought that this gold was bright before, and then with the purse of spirit gold given by Liu Jingyan, he was surprised to find that His Majesty's golden dragon order was originally used for spirit gold.

Good guys, this heavy feel in your hand is directly a few villas in the inner city of Kyoto!

Of course, Lin Yanchen would not be stupid enough to exchange the Golden Dragon Order for money, the most valuable thing about this thing is not the superficial value of the spiritual gold, but the meaning of its symbolic rights.

For example, now, in the chaotic scene, everyone closed their mouths after seeing Lin Yanchen take out the golden light, and even those who didn't see it were affected by the atmosphere and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

In the next moment, I don't know who took the lead, and those ordinary people all knelt down.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Although the Confucian students and guests from all over the world did not kneel, they all symbolically bowed their heads and bowed.

As long as it is a Ming person, they will recognize the Golden Dragon Order, not to mention that this thing can't be forged, even if it can be forged, no one dares to do it, once this matter reaches His Majesty, this is not just as simple as the nine clans, I'm afraid that even the neighbors and classmates will not let go.

As for the guests and Confucian talents, they will not doubt the authenticity of the token, after all, this is Lin Yanchen, the number one celebrity around Emperor Daming, and the absolute real thing in his hand!

Seeing that Lin Yanchen didn't talk about martial arts and directly took out the Golden Dragon Order, that talented man had no choice but to stiffen his hair and laugh awkwardly.

"Hehehe, it turned out to be Lord Lin, I didn't recognize it just now, please forgive me, since Lord Lin wants to say goodbye to the guests, I don't dare to stop it, Lord Lin, please."

The rest of the talents are so embarrassed instead of politely smiling, and it can be said that the joke is more ugly than crying.

Those who have already written poems feel better, it's just that they are a little bleak compared to Lin Yanchen, but they have already gained something anyway.

As for those who didn't have time to do it, they were already like ashes, Lin Yanchen wrote poems, and the starting point was Jiashang, this kind of monster came to reduce the dimension and hit them in the low-end field, how can this be played!

Lin Yanchen chuckled lightly, didn't reply, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the emperor was still good at talking, and all of a sudden everyone was honest.

It's just that his back is sore and uncomfortable at this moment, which makes him a little reluctant to stand up straight at the moment.

Just now he was still conscientiously completing the emperor's task, and the loss was not small.

The reason why he asked Huaiyu for leave halfway was also because he learned from several maids in Concubine Ping's mansion that those guests were going to leave this morning.

Originally, he still wanted to come to see Liu Jingyan off in the afternoon, but they were about to leave in the morning, which made Lin Yanchen change back into his clothes non-stop, remove the expensive disposable human skin mask, and hurriedly ran to the gate of the outer city.

As soon as he came, he saw that Confucian talents were gathered here, and they were actually appearing before bidding farewell to the poet, which had already violated Lin Yanchen's domain, how could he bear it, so he had this slap in the face.

Moreover, he just wanted to have an unforgettable farewell with Liu Jingyan, so he just took this opportunity.

After all, there are many people now, and it is impossible for him to talk to Liu Jingyan alone.

"Everyone, listen up, I only write one sentence of this poem, and I don't have the talent to think about it for the time being."

"What? Just a sentence? Is this still called poetry? ”

"That's right, he wrote so many poems last night, and it's normal to think about it now."

"This monster is finally normal, just one sentence, no matter how good it is, it can't be regarded as a farewell poem, and it still won't be able to steal our limelight at that time, haha!"