Although Song Huan had never been in contact with Lin Zhihuan before, after just a few words today, he had already roughly figured out the other person's character and character.
Although this person is a little timid and hesitant in doing things, his nature is by no means a bad person. Instead, he is still an honest person who does his duty.
In order to stay in Wenyuan Pavilion, he mustered up the courage and defeated all his efforts, and finally got the opportunity to meet Song Huan.
However, when he finally met Song Huan, he did not immediately think of currying favor with Song Huan or using his status as Prince Song Huanrong to keep his position.
Instead, he wanted to improve his abilities through study and continue to stay in Wenyuan Pavilion legitimately.
Isn't this the talent Song Huan wants to find?
Seeing Lin Zhihuan downcast and unsure of himself, Song Huan opened his mouth and said: "The fact that Mr. Lin can muster up the courage to find me in the palace today is enough to prove Mr. Lin's courage!"
"Since Mr. Lin already has such courage, why doesn't he have the courage to give it a try?"
"The worst outcome is not just to have nothing!"
"This is already the worst case scenario. No matter how bad it gets, how much worse can it get?"
"It's better to give it a try. Maybe, we can still have a chance of survival!"
Lin Zhihuan was already a little disappointed, but Song Huan's impassioned words aroused the burning fighting spirit in his heart.
"Your Highness, you..."
"Do you believe Wei Chen?"
Song Huan smiled and said: "You can muster up the courage to stand in front of me, but don't you have the courage to give it a try?"
"Be confident!"
"It's useless for me to believe in you. The most important thing is that you have to believe in yourself!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhihuan clenched his fists involuntarily, and his eyes became much firmer.
"good!"
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, Wei Chen is willing to believe in himself and give himself another chance!"
After saying that, Lin Zhihuan looked at Song Huan longingly.
"Your Highness, then your masterpiece..."
"Oh," Song Huan suddenly slapped his head and said as if waking up from a dream, "So far, I only have that one piece of work."
"As for the rest, it hasn't been published yet."
"ah?"
Lin Zhihuan's eyes widened, and his mouth was big enough to fit an egg in!
Not only himself, but also the entire Wenyuan Pavilion's bachelors believed that in order to express Prince Rong's literary talents, he must have at least a hundred excellent works.
What I didn't expect was that Prince Rong only had that one poem!
Doesn't this mean that even if you want to learn a little bit, there is no way to start?
Thinking of this, Lin Zhihuan's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.
"It's over, it's over!"
"I already know that poem by heart and know it by heart. I can't study it more thoroughly!"
"If His Highness has no other works, then wouldn't it mean that the humble minister has no way to save his life and is desperate?"
When he thought of these, Lin Zhihuan's mood fell from the high mountain to the bottom in an instant.
Unexpectedly, Song Huan smiled faintly.
"Isn't it just writing articles?"
"What's so hard about this?"
"Xiao Lingzi, bring me the pen and ink!"
"yes!"
After a while, the four treasures of the study were ready.
Lin Zhihuan took the initiative to take the initiative, wrote and stood in front of the rice paper.
"Your Highness, I will write a poem for you!"
Song Huan smiled and said, "Master Lin's hand speed needs to be improved a bit."
"ah?"
Before Lin Zhihuan could understand what Song Huan meant, he heard Song Huan speak leisurely.
“Don’t you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!”
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent."
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don't stop drinking."
"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."
"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, King Chen had great banquets, wine fights and endless banter."
"What does the master say about the lack of money? It's up to you to decide what to sell."
"Five-flowered horse, golden fur."
"My son will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you..."
A poem is written eloquently and in one go, without any hesitation.
Lin Zhihuan's sleeves were flying, and he was writing furiously on the rice paper. He felt that his arms were very sore.
Now, he finally understood the meaning of what Song Huan just said!
However, although he was sweating profusely as he wrote, the light bursting out of his eyes was particularly shining.
It is as if a gloomy soul suddenly encounters the moment when the flower of thought is in full bloom!
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"Impassionate and impassioned!"
"It's like a rushing river, with momentum and twists and turns!"
"You can move vertically and horizontally, and you can carry the cauldron!"
"This is a masterpiece that is rare to see in a century!"
"I didn't expect that your highness, you just chanted it casually, and it was a masterpiece that is enough to shock the world!"
Song Huan waved his hand seriously.
"No, this is not my work, but the work of Mr. Taibai."
"It's a pity that this work does not exist in this space, which is really disappointing!"
"This is the only way I can allow such a masterpiece to see the light of day again."
What Mr. Taibai?
Lin Zhihuan looked through ancient and modern books and had never seen such a name!
I guess it was Prince Rong who wanted to show his humility and conjured up a false name that did not exist!
Thinking of this? Lin Zhihuan's admiration for Song Huan became even more unbridled.
Prince Rong is not only talented, but he is also so low-key and humble!
If you can really get Prince Rong's masterpiece, even if you still fail to pass the test in the end, your life will not be wasted!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhihuan's eyes flashed with excitement.
"Your Highness!"
"Is there any more? Is there any more?"
"Please give me more of such masterpieces, the merrier!"
Song Huan did not pause and continued: "Of course!"
"Mr. Taibai's masterpiece, even if I talk about it non-stop all night, it is impossible to finish it!"
"Next song, listen carefully!"
Having said this, Song Huan cleared his throat and continued chanting.
"White wine is newly ripe and returns from the mountains; yellow chickens peck at millet and are getting fat in autumn."
"The children cook chicken and drink white wine, while the children laugh and hold people's clothes."
"Sing high to get drunk and masturbate, dance to win the glory of the setting sun."
"It's not too late to persuade people to take advantage of all the hardships, and to travel long distances on horseback with a whip."
"The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought the minister lightly, and I resigned from home and went west to Qin."
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can I be a Penghao person..."
"Snapped!"
After reciting the poem, the wolf hair in Lin Zhihuan's hand fell to the ground unconsciously.
And two lines of hot tears also shed on his cheeks.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?"
What kind of talent does a person have that can write such a shocking poem?
