The most important thing in the academy is paper and pen, but everyone didn't expect Lin Ping'an to ask for paper and pen at this time.

The students in the audience suddenly made a commotion, they had all read Lin Ping'an's poems, and naturally knew how high the young dean's attainments in poetry were, but many people admired it at the same time, but they couldn't help but have some doubts.

They felt that Lin Ping'an was too young, and no matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to make such amazing and peerless verses.

After all, I didn't see it with my own eyes, and it was normal to have a hint of suspicion.

But at this moment, hearing Lin Ping'an's voice, these people suddenly became excited.

"Is he going to write poetry again?"

Su Mei'er exclaimed with a little surprise, her eyes were misty at the moment, and her eyes were full of little stars when she looked at Lin Ping'an.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers."

Liu Yiyi on the side whispered softly in her mouth, she remembered that it was here that day, Lin Ping'an had written such a poem in public and gave it to Shi Fenglai.

That was the first time she saw Lin Ping'an, and at that time she just thought that this young man was indeed talented, and the poem was indeed very good, but she didn't expect that in this short period of time, this young man would become the dean of Zhulin Academy, and he was favored by so many court officials.

"Don't use the hidden dragon, the dragon is in the field, and the flying dragon is in the sky!"

She said silently in her heart, with a shallow smile.

These three words come from the Qianhexagram of the Book of Changes, and the hexagram is the ninety-second and ninety-fifth hexagrams, respectively, representing a process in which the gentleman appears in the world after dormancy, and finally appears in the firmament.

In Liu Yiyi's heart, he has already determined that Lin Ping'an is a long-dormant hidden dragon, and at this moment, the dragon is already in the field, and the flying dragon is naturally just around the corner.

She glanced at Su Mei'er, who was fascinated by her eyes, and unconsciously rose a trace of arrogance in her heart, and chuckled in her heart:

"Hmph, even if I want to be a flat wife, then I have to rank above this Nizi!"

There was a buzzing discussion under the high platform, and at this moment, two disciples had already raised a table and placed it in front of Lin Ping'an, Jiang Xingzhou held a pen and ink in his hand, and could not hide the excitement in his heart, and walked quickly to Lin Ping'an's side.

Lin Ping'an was the first president of Bamboo Grove Academy, and if he could write a well-known poem at the opening ceremony, it would surely be a good story, not only expanding the influence of the college, but also allowing the young dean to establish great prestige, which is exactly what he wanted to see.

However, he also knew that Lin Ping'an's words were a little difficult to come up with, and it would be really bad for these students to see the dean's hand like a centipede crawling brush.

So he was going to let Lin Ping'an read it, and he would write it.

But at this moment, Yang Lian strode onto the platform, he waved at Jiang Xingzhou and said:

"You grind the ink, and the old man holds the pen."

Jiang Xingzhou immediately respectfully held the brush in front of Yang Lian, with such a person, he naturally did not dare to trespass.

Everyone looked at Lin Ping'an, and the buzzing discussion under the high platform also quieted down, waiting for Lin Ping'an to speak.

Lin Ping'an's expression was solemn, he lowered his head and pondered, and suddenly raised his head and read aloud:

"Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad.

I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. ”

He finished reading it in one go, as if he had exhaled a large mouthful of turbid air, and then he felt the surging emotions in his chest gradually calm down.

Yang Lian worked hard to write, and the pen stroke was crossed at the last word, so he put down the brush in his hand and stared carefully at the word in front of him.

Needless to say, this is a good poem, the words are ordinary, but it is difficult to hide the pure heart of a child who longs for talents, and it is very suitable for this academy.

"I advise the Lord of Heaven to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern."

Yang Lian whispered in his mouth, nodding frequently, and his mind also remembered the history of the Ming Dynasty for more than two hundred years, which used to be an incomparably glorious history, but now the Ming Dynasty is a little stormy.

"Talents, what Daming needs most now is indeed talents!

Lin Ping'an can have such ambitions, but he really deserves the title of dean. ”

At this moment, he no longer had half a point of contempt for Lin Ping'an in his heart, but arched his hand at Lin Ping'an, and said in a sincere tone:

"Dean Xiaolin, if you don't dislike it, the old man is willing to come to this academy to be a teacher and cultivate more talents for Daming."

He had said this when he had come before, but it was only a polite remark, but now it was from the heart.

Lin Ping'an had already admired Yang Lian very much, and at this moment he also felt Yang Lian's sincerity, and couldn't help but say very respectfully:

"If Mr. can come, it will naturally be unbelievable, Lin Ping'an thanked Mr. on behalf of Zhulin Academy!"

Among all the people present, except for Wei Zhongxian and others who had never read a book, the rest were all people who had read poetry and books, and they were all infected by the emotions in Lin Ping'an's poem at this moment.

The students couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts, and they praised in their hearts:

"Dean Xiaolin is really thirsty for talent, it seems that this academy is the right one!"

Wei Zhongxian glared at Cui Chengxiu fiercely, if it weren't for the fact that there were many people here, he would have been eager to slap the other party directly.

Yang Lian's operation is really too showy, not only generously to Lin Ping'an, but also such a move will spread all over Kyoto, the leader of the Donglin Party writes for Lin Ping'an, this is not clearly telling everyone that Ping An belongs to his Donglin Party?

is also a literati who dances and writes, Yang Lian can think of doing this, why can't you Cui Chengxiu think of it?

"The reader is really sinister!"

He looked at Yang Lian and scolded with hatred in his heart.

Cui Chengxiu was a little aggrieved, and at the same time very annoyed, why didn't he expect such a face-showing!

At this time, not only him, but many people present regretted it, the poem that Lin Ping'an gave to Shi Fenglai made these people's eyes hot, because it was a good poem that was enough to be famous for eternity, and there is no doubt that Shi Fenglai's name will also be famous for eternity with that poem.

Since ancient times, literati cherish their reputation the most, and if they have such an opportunity, they will not hesitate to go bankrupt.

It's a pity that there are very few such opportunities, and since they appeared today, I can't seize them, and I really regret it.

Yan smiled and looked at Lin Ping'an on the stage quietly, her emotions were a little complicated, but her pretty face was faintly hot.

The young man on the stage was so high-spirited that she felt a trace of pride inexplicably, this emotion was very strange, and she herself felt inexplicable.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, young master, he's so good!"

A voice came from Yan Xiaoxiao's ears, and at some point, Ye Yunshu had already come to her side and said with a smile at her.

"What does it matter to me if he's awesome or not?"

Yan Xiaoxiao pretended to be indifferent, her expression was extremely unnatural, with a hint of twisting for the first time.

Ye Yunshu took Yan Xiaoxiao's hand and whispered in the other party's ear:

"I want to ask Sister Xiaoxiao a question on behalf of my young master."

Yan Xiaoxiao stared at Ye Yunshu with some astonishment, but listened to the latter continue:

"Sister Xiaoxiao once said that as long as my young master defeats you, you will marry him, is this sentence true?"

Yan Xiaoxiao nodded, "Of course it's true, as long as he can defeat me, I will marry him." ”

Ye Yunshu also nodded, a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly:

"Since Sister Xiaoxiao has put forward the conditions, the way of the competition should naturally be determined by my young master, which should be very fair, right?"

Yan Xiaoxiao nodded again, "That's natural, horseback archery, martial arts competitions can all be chosen by him, and I should accompany you." ”

Ye Yunshu shook his head and chuckled:

"That's not possible, since Sister Xiaoxiao has said just now that the way of the competition is determined by my young master, then my young master will compare with Sister Xiaoxiao in this ability to compose poetry."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Ye Yunshu smiled, blinked his eyes and said:

"Miss Suzaku is full of words, I don't think I will regret it, right?"

After saying this, she waved her hand at Yan Xiaoxiao, and walked back with light steps, looking very happy.

Yan smiled and stood stunned for a long time, she thought that Lin Ping'an would be forced to practice martial arts in order to defeat herself, and she also thought that Lin Ping'an would beg the queen or Her Majesty to let her lose to Lin Ping'an, and even thought that the flowers would force her to give up this condition, but she never thought that Lin Ping'an would compare it to her poetry!

"Just kidding, composing poetry?"

"Then it's better to just admit defeat!"

Hua Fang looked at Yan Xiaoxiao and smiled, and his face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum, he naturally heard the words just now, and at this moment, he deliberately smiled at Yan Xiao and said:

"That little girl is right, the night watchman is full of promises, you can't disgrace your father-in-law."

"I ......"

Yan Xiaoxiao was speechless for a while, her heart was beating wildly, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the young man on the stage.

Lin Ping'an and Jiang Xingzhou showed the words written by Yang Lian in front of everyone.

A burst of cheers suddenly broke out under the high platform, and today's opening ceremony made everyone's blood boil as soon as it began, which was really a good start.

In the corner of the academy, a thin young man quietly watched the scene in front of him, his mind constantly haunting the poem that Lin Ping'an had just made, and his eyes gradually became hot.

"If I have more such young talents, why am I afraid of the barbarians outside the border, and why is the foundation created by my ancestors so weak?"

He muttered silently in his heart, secretly clenching his fists.

Lin Ping'an stepped off the high platform, and Jiang Xingzhou and others were naturally responsible for the procedures behind, but he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Everyone stepped forward to congratulate, Shi Gan leaned hard beside Lin Ping'an, pulled Lin Ping'an's sleeve, and pouted at the corner not far away, and said in a low voice:

"King Shin is here too!"

Lin Ping'an was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he looked in the direction of Shi Gannu's mouth, but saw a young man in green clothes standing in the corner, looking in his direction.

Seeing Lin Ping'an looking in his direction, the young man smiled and arched his hand in Lin Ping'an's direction.

"I'll go, King Xin, isn't this Chongzhen in a few years?"

Lin Ping'an exclaimed in his heart, and asked at Shi Gan:

"That's right, right? Are you sure that is the King of Faith? ”

Shi Gan glanced at Lin Ping'an a little strangely, nodded and said:

"How could I be mistaken, who else could that man be but the king? It's just that why didn't I see him come in just now? ”

Lin Ping'an didn't care about this problem, separated everyone, and hurried towards the young man.