Lin Zhaoji's eyebrows moved slightly, and Jiang Fan's poems were unparalleled. That day, he even casually wrote a piece of "Teacher's Theory" that shocked the whole hall. Now it has spread all over the world, and he is highly praised by Master Yan. He even gave him a salute in the hall and praised him for his literary works. Tao is unparalleled. But what he did in Wenqiu that day still made her very dissatisfied.
"This person claimed to be visiting the saint, but ended up staying at the Fireworks Restaurant. When he entered Wenqiu, he had to bring a brothel girl with him. He passed the holy place without paying homage. He spoke nonsense in the hall and was extremely disrespectful and rebellious."
Jiang Fan pretended to be surprised: "Is there such a thing? No wonder I heard that Wen Qiu and others criticized him. But... is there any misunderstanding in this?"
Lin Zhaoji's face became a little complicated: "I hope the rumors are untrue, but in the Wenqiu Holy Land, in full view of everyone, how can it be true?"
Jiang Fan frowned slightly: "Sister, don't you hear that people are talking about making money and destroying bones? What everyone says may not be the truth, and what everyone sees may not be the truth. I wonder how the Holy Duke evaluates this person? "
Lin Zhaoji was deeply puzzled by this. In her father's words, Shenggong never publicly commented on Jiang Fan except for poems and essays, and no one knew the truth from the secret conversation that day. But one thing is that Shenggong obviously supported the second prince, and many people knew that Jiang Fan's purpose was to support the second prince's rise to power.
So how did he convince Old Master Yan? Is it coercion? Is it an inducement? Or something else?
For Literary Saint, it seems that coercion and inducement are the least likely... Then, maybe Jiang Fan can only persuade him, and the only one who can persuade the old master is to persuade him with emotion and reason...
Suddenly, a snowflake fell on her nose, and the coldness brought her back to reality instantly.
"...Miss Jiang, you seem to be leaning towards that person."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "I just don't hope or think that someone who can write such poetry will be a dirty villain. It is said that writers are like people. How could it be possible if it were not for the character of Songfeng Jiyue and the broad mind of sea and sky? ?”
I feel a little embarrassed to be boasting like this, but I can't bear to see others slandering me like this, especially for a beautiful and talented woman.
Unexpectedly, his words made Lin Zhaoji stunned again and fell into deep thought.
Jiang Fan was also puzzled. This woman seemed to be very concerned about him, and there was no reason for her to speculate? What is the situation?
While the two were silent, sister Su Chenxiang came to her while talking and laughing.
"Miss Jiang, you are here, I am looking for you everywhere." Su Rongxue smiled and came over to hug his arm.
She had no idea that this charming beauty was a man, so that touch of softness made Mr. Jiang confused.
Su Chenxiang also smiled and said: "Miss Jiang is a talented person, do you have any ideas?"
Jiang Fan said: "Not yet. Seeing so many talented men and women makes me feel guilty."
At this time, Lin Zhaoji also woke up and greeted the two sisters.
Lin Zhaoji participated in the Meiyuan Poetry Recital many times and became acquaintances with the Xiangxue sisters. She suppressed her thoughts for a while and had a great time chatting with them.
His eyes only glanced at Jiang Fan from time to time, thoughtfully.
Unaware of the fishy nature, Su Rongxue and the others told a joke.
Last winter, a heavy snowfall fell in Yangdu. The empress came to the mortal residence in person and asked Mr. Jiang, the poet sage, to compose a poem. But that’s why you did this?
She blinked her big eyes on purpose, deliberately trying to seduce everyone's appetite.
Lin Zhaoji didn't know about this, and Jiang Fan pretended not to know, but the scene from that day emerged in his heart, which made him very funny.
Su Rongxue giggled: "It turns out that Mr. Jiang was having a snowball fight and asked the empress to wait. Who do you think the empress is? How can she wait? Immediately, a snowball knocked Mr. Jiang unconscious, and it took him a long time to wake up... ...Hehehe, I was laughing so hard..."
Everyone found it funny, and Lin Zhaoji also found it interesting, so she asked, "What happened next, did you write any poems?"
"I did it, I did it..." Su Rongxue laughed more and more until she couldn't breathe: "It's okay if I don't talk about poetry, but I can't live with laughter even if I talk about this..."
She couldn't straighten up, so Su Chenxiang could only say: "Later, Young Master Jiang felt aggrieved, so he opened his mouth and composed a poem: The sky and the earth are blurred, and there are black holes in the well; a yellow dog's body is white, and a white dog's body is swollen."
At the end of the sentence, she couldn't help laughing and laughed out loud.
As soon as this poem came out, even Lin Zhaoji found it very funny.
"It's a bit crooked."
Su Chenxiang said: "Since Mr. Jiang was born, who can avoid this person when discussing poetry and lyrics? Even this little poem, although it is not talented, is also very decent and interesting."
This was true, but they didn't know that there would be a follow-up that day. The empress was speechless for a long time after listening to this poem. Finally, she slapped the snowball hidden in her back into the mouth of Mr. Jiang, who was looking up to the sky in silly joy, and walked away with a flick of her sleeves.
Thinking about that sunny scene, Jiang Fan couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
"It's just... this person's literary talent is astonishing, but he insists on jumping into the temple to be dirty and living with the empress..." Su Chenxiang realized that something was wrong, so she changed her words: "It is really puzzling to do things with the empress."
Lin Zhaoji said: "Fame and wealth confuse people's hearts. He is just a common man."
Lin Zhaoji was the most talented woman in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Although the two sisters did not agree with her words, they did not refute her. In their view, it was just a scornful relationship between literati.
At this moment, a handsome guy came forward.
"Girls, please be polite."
It turned out to be Mu Qiuyun who sent flowers. At this time, the matter in his hands made Young Master Jiang almost unable to hold back his words.
It's a folding fan.
Ever since Mr. Jiang first brought this thing to Wenqiu, within ten months it had already become popular in the Jin literati circle.
This thing is elegant, talking about the past and the present, waving one hand when reciting poems and writing poems, ha! Don't be too coquettish.
But let me tell you, this guy, in the cold winter, you are holding this thing and you think the northwest wind is not cool enough, is that ridiculous?
"Xiaosheng Mu Qiuyun, I have just learned that Miss Lin, the most talented girl in the Jin Dynasty, Sister Xiangxue of Jing'an, who is the most popular poet in poetry, is here. I am very admired, and I came here to ask for her poems..."
He was talking, but as long as he was not blind, he could see that his eyes never left the girl Jiang Ruochen for a moment.
Obviously, this drunkard doesn't care about the wine, he doesn't care about the three of you at all, and he doesn't care about poetry. He just came here for this beauty in white fox fur.
Jiang Fan's heart was broken.
How special! You can't see so many real beauties, but you just want to harass me, a fake phoenix. Are you blind?
But all three beauties thought they were grown-ups, so they giggled and withdrew after introducing them.
Damn it, don’t leave me alone——
Mr. Jiang couldn't laugh or cry.
I can only deal with it with hypocrisy, it is not good to directly disrespect the only son of Jing'an County Sheriff.
But it was just a false promise. After a few words, he excused himself and fled.
Looking at her hurried away figure, Mr. Mu looked intoxicated: "Hey~ He ran away so charmingly, I can't be saved..."
