After Yin Xiaoshuai finished writing, he hurriedly walked to the counter and handed it to the civilian staff on the counter.

After Yin Xiaoshuai left, Na Gongzi came to the counter silently.

"Quick, brother, show me the man's poems."

"Oooh!"

So the civilian staff hurriedly handed the paper of the poem written by Yin Xiaoshuai to Na Gongzi.

Na Gongzi looked at it fixedly, wait, no, the poem was written, but why Yin Xiaoshuai's real name was not written.

Na Gongzi turned his head to look at the back of Yin Xiaoshuai in the distance, and sighed involuntarily.

So Na Gongzi hurriedly handed the poem to the civilian staff and left.

Early the next morning.

The living room of Zhang's house.

The eldest lady Zhang Haiyan sat on the chair, and the three female guards Zhang Enyu, Chu Ci, and Na Gongzi stood aside.

Next to Zhang Haiyan sat Grandpa Yang.

"Miss, I have already found out, the son of Yin Weijia, the shopkeeper of the Yin family's mansion in Jinxiangwei in the Wenling area, is the third-grade military attache of our dynasty, Dingyuan General Yin Xiaoshuai, this person has learned swordsmanship since childhood, studied books such as the art of war and strategy, and is a rare talent in my dynasty." Chu Ci said respectfully.

"Is that really the case? If this is indeed the case, then Wufu's literary accomplishment is no less than Yue Wumu's talent. Miss Zhang Haiyan said with a pleasant face.

"Miss, last night the old man reviewed a large number of poems and songs, and finally selected a poem suitable for being the leader, but, strangely, the author of this poem did not write his own real name, which means that it is a nameless poem." Grandpa Yang said calmly.

"Grandpa Yang, can you be sure whose poem it is?" Zhang Haiyan asked.

"I don't know." Grandpa Yang replied.

"Miss Hui, yesterday that Yin Xiaoshuai did come to Linghuatang to write poems and lyrics, and his every move was under the supervision of this girl, so it is very likely that that nameless poem is his masterpiece." Na Gongzi explained.

"What? Are you sure he didn't write his name when he finished writing the poem, and he didn't leave his name? Zhang Haiyan said in surprise.

"It's true, miss." Na Gongzi replied.

"Wait, according to the old man's screening, the old man did choose a nameless poem, and there is indeed only one person who did not leave a name, if it is really Yin Xiaoshuai's masterpiece, the old man didn't believe that such a martial artist could write such a good word." Grandpa Yang Bin said unceremoniously.

"Grandpa Yang, maybe General Yin just wants to express his poetic emotions and comes to an unnamed operation, just hoping that we can help him protect his life, after all, at the poetry conference, many scholars and scholars are at odds with each other due to competition, and the involution is serious, so I think he must still hope for a happy ending." Zhang Haiyan turned her head to look at Grandpa Yang and said.

"If you don't leave a name in the words, then how can you confirm who is the real leader?" Grandpa Yang said helplessly.

"Rest assured, Miss Ben has her own strategy for rounding the field, which can not only make Yin Xiaoshuai's poems top the list and make them public, but also ease the competitive psychology of many literati and artists." Zhang Haiyan replied.

So, it was afternoon.

At this moment, in Linghuatang Restaurant.

On the big stage.

Miss Zhang Haiyan walked to the stage dignifiedly.

The audience is crowded with literati and artists, and Yin Xiaoshuai is also mixed in the sea of people.

"Everyone, please be quiet, Miss Ben officially announced the first leader of this poetry conference, the first leader of this poetry conference, and there is no leader."

As soon as Zhang Haiyan's voice fell on the stage, the audience was in an uproar.

"However, Miss Ben has been given a nameless poem, if anyone thinks that their poetry can be compared, please take the initiative to stand on the stage."

When Miss Zhang Haiyan's voice just fell, she immediately took out a note, and then said: "This word is called "Butterfly Loves Flowers", the text, the stamens are red, and the green apricots are small. When the colorful butterflies fly, the catkins on the branches blow less. Ask you where to cause dust, the butterfly flower is different. Flower good beauty song, the song is quiet, but the amorous but ruthless annoyance. ”

At this time, Lord Hua Yiming and Lord Guo Shaohong happened to pass by Linghuatang Restaurant on horseback, and as soon as the two of them entered the interior of Linghuatang Restaurant, they saw Miss Zhang Haiyan reciting poems.

When Hua Yiming heard this, he immediately clapped his hands involuntarily and applauded loudly.

"Good, good, what a flower and a beautiful woman's song, the song is quiet, but it is affectionate but ruthlessly annoyed. The original meaning of this poem is that the author does not want to be troubled by love, and hopes to tell everyone that the pursuit of love should be followed by fate, and not blindly forced. After hearing this, the official was really full of energy, and it seemed that there was a rush of blood in his heart, and he wanted to go out and fight the foreigners for three hundred rounds, to be honest, this song must have come from the hand of a high-ranking general. ”

Lord Hua Yiming said with emotion.

"Shaojie, Master Hua, your careful taste is definitely worthy of your taste as my first pavilion elder in Hanyang, but unfortunately, the author of this poem only writes words and does not leave a name."

Miss Zhang Haiyan on the stage hurriedly praised.

"Miss Zhang, the original intention of literature is to share and improve the artistic conception, the author only writes words without leaving a name, and won the top spot, it is estimated that this person's original intention is to hope that everyone will not hurt the harmony for the sake of mentioning relatives with literature." Lord Guo Shaohong said respectfully.

Suddenly, the people around were in an uproar, and suddenly they suddenly realized one after another.

At this time, Yin Xiaoshuai in the crowd looked at the people around him, and he was alone in the crowd without saying a word.

Then, the whole audience dispersed one after another.

Yin Xiaoshuai looked at many people with a lost look, and suddenly felt that he had not been discovered by Miss Zhang Haiyan invisibly for the time being, and it seemed that the hiding was very successful.

In the evening, this night.

Yin Xiaoshuai opened a letter in his mansion.

Yin Xiaoshuai opened the letter and saw it, and suddenly burst into tears.

The letter wrote that Yin Xiaoshuai's father Yin Weijia had fallen ill, and his mother Ye Xueying could only take on the entire family business alone.

Yin Xiaoshuai then picked up the brush and wrote a letter.

In the letter, Yin Xiaoshuai wrote that he hoped that his mother would not worry too much about her children, and when the world was peaceful and prosperous, Yin Xiaoshuai would definitely soar, with thousands of dollars in his pocket, return triumphantly, and return to his hometown to take good care of his father and mother.

At the same time, Lord Hua Yiming and Lord Guo Shaohong returned to the cabinet hall.

Lord Guo Shaohong couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that Miss Zhang is also very rational about proposing marriage!" I won't break the casserole and ask the end because there is a nameless person's good poetry! ”

"Miss Zhang, her appearance is all over the country, in fact, the poetry conference is just an opportunity for her to observe words and colors, to see if there are more outstanding people on the list and the title of the gold list." Hua Yiming said cautiously.

"Master Hua, do you think that among the officials of our court, Zhang Rengui, who is a civilian-official group, is suspected of forming a gang?"

As soon as Lord Guo Shaohong's words fell, Hua Yiming thought for a moment, and then said: "After the Beizhen Fusi investigates and finds out, the truth will be revealed."