After Lin Ping'an's words fell, the entire venue fell into silence. Hundreds of people remained silent, and they could only hear the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.
This poem comes from "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" written by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty. At this moment, Lin Pingan came to this Zhuyuan poetry meeting for free. He originally wanted to buy Nalan Xingde's poem "If life is only like this" For the first time, I saw the poem "What is the sad autumn wind painting fan", but I felt that this poem could not be close to the scene at the moment. Moreover, he just said that this poem was specially sent to Shi Fenglai, so naturally he could not use such lingering and sad poems.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle."
Shi Fenglai murmured these two sentences in his mouth, and his whole body started to tremble. He suddenly clapped his hands and shouted:
"Okay, it is indeed a good poem!"
This voice suddenly woke everyone up from their deep thoughts. The four great talents looked solemn, and they all understood clearly that they could not write such a poem even with their talents.
This poem uses the metaphor of scenery, saying that although fallen flowers will fall from the branches and rot into mud, they will also turn into fertilizers to nurture the spring flowers of the next year. This is a metaphor and praise for the spirit of dedication.
Especially the two finishing touches are simply wonderful. If nothing else happens, this will be another masterpiece that will be famous in the capital.
Liu Yiyi, Su Meier and the other talented women were still immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. After a long time, Liu Yiyi spoke:
"To hear Dean Xiaolin's poem today is indeed a worthwhile trip. Dean Xiaolin is so amazing and talented that people admire him so much."
Su Meier looked intoxicated, and she murmured in her mouth: "Why do I feel so moved that I want to cry when listening to this poem?"
The other talented women also uttered exclamations in their mouths, and all their beautiful eyes looked at Lin Ping'an.
Shi Fenglai was so excited that he stepped forward and grabbed Lin Ping'an's hand, and asked eagerly:
"Did Dean Xiaolin really write this poem for me?"
Lin Ping'an nodded and said very seriously: "This poem is specially given to Mr. Shi."
"Where's the name?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Shi Fenglai's eyes, and he asked again with great hope.
"Falling flowers sing. The bamboo garden presents Shi Fenglai."
Lin Pingan said to Shi Fenglai, cupping his hands.
Hearing this, Shi Fenglai was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands and muttered in his mouth: "Okay, it is indeed a good name."
Jiang Xingzhou and the other four talented men couldn't help but feel a little funny when they saw him like this, and thought to themselves:
"I'm sorry that Lin Ping'an is also a flatterer. He insists on adding the three characters Shi Fenglai after his name. In this way, this poem becomes a poem praising Shi Fenglai's noble character, and Shi Fenglai's name will also follow. This poem has been passed down through the ages, which is a great gift to Shi Fenglai, and it cannot be measured by money at all."
Although Shi Qian was a prodigal, he also read poetry and books, so he could naturally tell how good this poem was.
Seeing his father's excited look, he couldn't help but secretly extended a thumb towards Lin Ping'an and whispered:
"Brother, you can still handle my father."
Yan Xiaoxiao looked at the expressions of everyone in the field, and couldn't help but asked to Sylvia Lin in surprise:
"Is this poem good?"
Sylvia Lin nodded and said: "It's not very good, but it's really good!"
She was getting more and more surprised now. Lin Ping'an gave her one surprise after another. He was obviously a young doctor, but he could make wine, make perfume, and become an admired literary giant at a poetry festival. , these all made her feel extremely magical.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. It turned out that the talented women could not restrain their excitement and rushed forward.
Su Meier boldly took out her brocade handkerchief, handed it to Lin Pingan and said:
"Dean Xiaolin, could you please write the poem just now on this brocade handkerchief for the little girl as a souvenir?"
As soon as he said these words, countless white palms and strips of brocade handkerchiefs appeared in front of Lin Pingan's eyes.
The talented women all shouted:
"Dean Xiaolin, I want it too!"
"I also want!"
Lin Ping'an was a little dumbfounded. To be honest, his pen calligraphy was okay, but when it came to calligraphy with brushes, it was really hard to be elegant.
So he waved his hands repeatedly and said: "My handwriting is very ugly, for fear of staining the brocade handkerchiefs of all the beauties."
"As long as it is written by Dean Xiaolin himself, it doesn't matter no matter how ugly the handwriting is."
Su Meier said reluctantly.
The other talented women immediately shouted: "Yes, as long as it is written by Dean Xiaolin, even if it is like a centipede, we want it!"
Looking at this scene, Sylvia Lin couldn't help but frown slightly, and there was an inexplicable worry in his heart.
Shi Qian patted Lin Ping'an on the shoulder and laughed loudly:
"Brother, just fulfill their wishes. I can guarantee that from today on, the threshold of your hospital will be breached."
Lin Ping'an didn't know what he meant, but saw Shi Fenglai said to him:
"Dean Xiaolin's poetic talent is amazing and admirable. If you have time, you might as well come and sit down in the dormitory."
After saying this, he shouted at Shi Qian: "You are an incompetent traitor, you must learn from your big brother from now on!"
After saying this, he turned around and left.
Shi Qian was stunned, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face. Shi Fenglai's words just now undoubtedly agreed that he and Lin Ping'an would become brothers, and it seemed that his father still looked up to his eldest brother.
There was a huge crowd here, and more than a dozen women had already surrounded Lin Pingan.
Lin Ping'an was helpless and had no choice but to take the brocade handkerchief from Su Meier's hand, sit at the table, spread it out, and start writing on it one stroke at a time.
But watching him finish writing Su Meier's brocade handkerchief, everyone couldn't help but frown.
To be honest, the word "Dean Xiao Linzi" is so ugly that I can't even read it!
Su Mei'er looked at the brocade handkerchief in her hand and immediately covered her mouth and giggled.
"Dean Xiaolin's calligraphy is indeed unique and refreshing."
Listening to Su Meier's words, Lin Ping'an suddenly blushed and felt a little embarrassed.
Seeing this, Sylvia Lin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, let me write it. You can just sign it then."
When Lin Pingan heard this, he applauded again and again. Although the other talented women had wishes in their hearts, they couldn't say anything else. Fortunately, with Lin Pingan's autograph, it was considered as a wish granted.
It took a while for Lin Ping'an to finish dismissing the group of girls in front of him. He looked at the four talented people and said:
"I am honored to attend this Zhuyuan Poetry Recital today. I am extremely grateful. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely have a drink and talk with you."
After saying this, he was about to leave when he saw Sylvia Lin giving Yan Xiao a dead look. The latter hurriedly took out a few jars of wine from behind and said:
"Why wait for the future? Today we have this Yunshu wine for you to drink and have fun."
Lin Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was happening. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart, and he said to everyone cooperatively:
"My sister has opened a Yunshu wine shop in the city. You might as well try this wine."
In ancient times, literati were fond of wine. When everyone heard this, they poured the wine into the bowl and took a sip together.
"Good wine, this wine is really different."
Wei Wuya was an expert at drinking, and he couldn't help but admire it after just one sip.
For a moment, everyone nodded in praise.
Sylvia Lin hurriedly said: "If you want to drink in the future, you might as well come to my Yunshu Winery to buy it. Anyone who participates in the Zhuyuan Poetry Club today will receive a 20% discount."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but burst into cheers.
The women suddenly felt a little bored when they saw this scene. Drinking was a matter for men, and they had no interest in it at all.
At this time, Sylvia Lin hurriedly took out a lot of perfume from his body and said to these talented women:
"Dear sisters, this is the perfume made by my young master. I will give it to you to try today."
When the girls heard this, they stepped forward one after another and looked at the perfume in Sylvia Lin's hand very curiously.
"Each perfume has a different scent. It can be rose or gardenia. You can choose different scents according to your preferences."
Sylvia Lin lost no time and said: "We have opened a Yunshu perfume shop. If you sisters like it, you might as well come and visit it often."
As she spoke, she handed the perfume to the hands of the women.
Listening to Sylvia Lin's explanation, these women put a few drops on their wrists one after another, then stretched out their noses and sniffed, with an intoxicated look on their faces.
"It smells so good! It smells so good!"
someone shouted.
"Miss Yunshu, are you the shopkeeper of Yunshu Perfume Shop?"
Someone looked at Sylvia Lin and asked aloud.
Sylvia nodded and said, "If you sisters like it, I can also customize bottles of this perfume for you. The young master said this is called private customization, which shows personal taste and nobility, but it is unique!"
Lin Ping'an couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He had just instilled the concept of private customization into Sylvia Lin yesterday, but he didn't expect that this girl was selling it immediately and used it here.
He looked at Yan Xiaoxiao again and couldn't help but smile in his heart:
"It's okay for Sylvia to pay it back. This Yan Xiaoxiao is completely out of business now. The dignified Suzaku has actually changed her career to sell perfume. If I tell anyone about this, I'm afraid people will laugh at her."
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Suning Mansion.
Wei Zhongxian couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard Shi Fenglai's words. He shouted in his mouth:
"What did you say? Lin Ping'an actually said that he would start industrial and commercial tax?"
Shi Fenglai nodded and said, "That's exactly it."
Zhongxian had an expression of disbelief on his face. He had just thought of opening the industrial and commercial tax. He was thinking about how to implement it in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't expect Lin Ping'an to have thought of this too.
"Who is this kid? How can he think of this at such a young age?"
Wei Zhongxian asked in his mouth.
Shi Fenglai shook his head, he couldn't understand this matter.
"Dean Lin also said that this matter will make people feel very painful. The subtext may be that there will be great resistance to the implementation of this matter."
Hearing Shi Fenglai's words, Wei Zhongxian was even more surprised. He asked curiously:
"Did he really say that?"
"Absolutely true!"
Shi Fenglai replied with certainty.
Wei Zhongxian paced back and forth in the room, lost in thought for a while.
