Xu Xuan became frivolous and was pushed out of the hospital while shouting at the top of his lungs.
Everyone knows that the wild boy used Cao Gong's "Dan Ge Xing" as the basis for his poems, but the meaning of the poem was very obvious.
It was tantamount to slapping Xiao Sui Ping in public, bursting out the overwhelming dissatisfaction in his heart.
Lin Tingzheng and several family heads stood up angrily after hearing this, pointed at Xu Xuan who was about to leave and said angrily: "Shut him up! Shut him up! Such a fanatic is simply... simply..."
"Hahahaha...I borrowed Cao Gong's article to scold you nobles as plague pigs. Among the nobles and students here, who can compare with me! Hahaha...If you dare, just beat me to death! If you ask me to leave alive, I will definitely let you You nobles have been disgraced!"
"Stop! Tell him to stop!"
Zheng Tai'a was also so angry that he beat his chest. This kid was too crazy. It would be easy to kill him, but what happened today would spread.
Where is the face of the Youzhou gentry?
Now, Zheng Tai'a regretted extremely that he should not have allowed these lowly and untouchable people to come in.
These lowly and untouchable people are here to stir up trouble!
Although Xu Xuan's poetry is crude and borrowed from others, it is also a skill to be able to change someone else's work and criticize the person in front of him in an instant.
Coupled with the struggle when being tied up and dragged by the servants just now, the fierce force came up, which added to the momentum of the poem.
"Okay, okay! You are not convinced! Today I will let you see the poems of our noble students!" Zheng Tai'a shouted loudly, and then roared at the younger generation present, "Who among you has the guts to compete with this humble scholar! "
Although Zheng Tai'a's performance was righteous and stern, he was full of momentum.
But after speaking, all the gentry disciples in the garden were silent.
Mo Fei, who had come out to rescue earlier, shriveled up.
Young people are well aware of this, and they all know that they cannot force themselves to do anything about it.
If it can be compared, it's better, but if it can't be compared, wouldn't it become a joke? It will also become a shame to the nobles.
As long as you don't stand up, it will be the entire noble clan that will be scolded in the future, not just one individual.
This account is clear to anyone who calculates it.
The scene froze, and the head of the Zheng family was very embarrassed.
"You...you...none of you dare to come out?"
Xu Xuan had been let go by his servant, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha... The children of the noble family are all cowards!"
"You...don't be so arrogant, I...I have a poem."
Suddenly, a sudden voice came from the crowd.
Everyone went to find the owner of the voice.
Not far from Lin Tingzheng, he saw Lin Xun walking out.
Lin Xun!
Who doesn’t know the young master of the Lin family?
But who would have thought that it was the young master of the Lin family who would step forward?
Isn't this the biggest dude in Mang County?
He...how did he...
"Hahaha……"
Even some of the noble clansmen couldn't help laughing.
What's going on when Lin Xun comes out? Does he think that the nobles are not shameful enough now?
Can this dandy young master write poetry? Could it be that you are dreaming?
Laughter was heard all around, and Lin Tingzheng's brows furrowed together. He turned around and shouted: "Get down, this is not the time for you to join in the fun!"
"Dad, I really wrote a poem!" Lin Xun was serious.
Lin Ting was so panicked that he was sweating all over.
Xin said that his son could indeed write poems, but the ones he wrote were the kind that would make people laugh.
Reading his son's poems in front of so many people, Lin Ting wanted to find a hole to crawl in.
In the distance, Lin Xiang'er was also anxious: "Oh, that guy Lin Xun is out to join in the fun!"
"Miss, don't worry."
A little head suddenly emerged from Xiang'er's side.
"Xiao Cui, when did you come back?"
"Just now! My uncle asked me to give the young master something. The young master must be fine."
…
"Young master of the Lin family, right? Hahaha... I've heard the reputation of a playboy for a long time, but I didn't know that he had the ability to write poetry. I really want to see it today." Xu Xuan laughed and mocked below.
Seeing that Lin Xun refused to retreat, Lin Ting was unable to stop him, so he could only let him come up and embarrass himself.
"Hey!" Lin Tingzheng sighed and covered his old face helplessly.
Lin Xun turned around, looked at the paper in his hand again, then stepped forward, raised his head and chanted:
"Last night it was raining and the wind was blowing. I slept hard and couldn't get rid of the remaining wine. I tried to ask the people behind the curtain, but the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know, they should be green, fat, red and thin."
…
The scene fell silent for a moment.
An indescribable weird emotion passed through the hearts of everyone in Xiao Suiping.
The poem is simple, and it was imprinted on everyone's hearts after being read once in public.
"Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin..."
Zheng Liangqiu read slowly. The preserved fruit in his hand seemed to have lost its fragrance. It slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground without realizing it. His charming eyes were dimmed before he knew it.
After a long while, he asked in a low voice: "Xiang'er, how did your brother ever have such talent?"
Lin Xiang'er was also shocked, her mouth opened up, and she kept shaking her head: "Impossible... This is impossible... Lin Xun him... He has never understood poetry."
Everyone had the same reaction as these two ladies.
In addition to being shocked, these short twenty words are infinitely sad, but also wonderfully subtle. There are countless twists and turns in the short page, but they are worth a thousand words. Who would have thought that the faint hint of drunkenness could be read in the poem, which perfectly fits the theme of drinking. The best part is the final 'green, fat, red and thin', which is concise, precise and delicate.
How could this be a poem written by a dandy young master?
How can this be?
Xu Xuan was also dumbfounded and pinched his thigh hard. It didn't feel very real.
The elders behind him looked at Lin Xun as if they were monsters.
"Xun'er, this...is this really a poem written by you?"
Lin Xun had never enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to by others in his life. Seeing the admiration of these mortals, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He raised his head and said proudly: "It's just a small order, it's not worth mentioning."
"Genius! Genius!" Zheng Tai'a couldn't help but admire, "The Lin family has a genius!"
But at this moment, Xu Xuan roared below: "Impossible! This poem was not written by you! The words of this poem are graceful and clearly written by a woman. How could it be written by a young boy like you?"
Xu Xuan's question was what everyone was thinking.
Although the poem just now was beautiful, it was too tactful and resembled a woman's work.
Coming from a man's mouth, it always feels a little weird.
But Lin Xun was a member of the gentry clan. Even if he had suspicions, no one would dare to point them out to his face.
Although Lin Tingzheng was also suspicious in his heart, he would never expose his son at the moment, and quickly scolded: "It's ridiculous, is this the demeanor of your humble family? How arrogant was it when no one dared to respond? Now that someone's poems are better, he suspects it. Did someone else do it?”
"I..." Xu Xuan was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
But Lin Xun was so proud that he took two steps forward and said, "It's just poetry. It's so simple. I'll just write you two more poems about men. Listen carefully!"
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. "
Turtle...
A group of people were stupid again.
The previous little order was amazing enough.
Then there is a long poem which is tantamount to proving that I can write not only short sentences but also long articles.
Not only can I write women's poems, but I can also write men's poems.
Is this still the dandy young master?
It's so unreal.
Xu Xuan's eyes had already faded. He prided himself on his outstanding literary talent, but he was tortured to pieces by a dandy young master.
Such a poem would be difficult to write into a single sentence in his lifetime.
Xu Xuan was so ashamed that he bowed deeply to Lin Xun and shouted: "I lost! But the humble family will not lose!"
After saying that, blood started to bleed from the corner of his mouth, and he fainted.
Lin Xun had never been so excited. With his heart surging, he shouted: "Hey, hey, hey... don't faint in a hurry! I still have it here! I still have poems to read!"
besides? !
Everyone felt a chill on their backs, thinking that the young Master Lin here today is the God of Poetry descending to earth?
Lin Xun was extremely excited. He had never been a protagonist before. This felt so good!
I was about to recite the poem again, but suddenly I couldn't remember it clearly. I turned around quietly and took out the papers again, wanting to reflect on it again.
Before Lin Xun had time to look, the secret weapon in his hand had been snatched away by his father.
"father……"
Lin Tingzheng immediately hid the paper and glared at Lin Xun: "That's enough! Tell me in detail later!"
…
Mang County is boiling.
While Bai Song was still in prison, he heard a jailer reading "Like a Dream" by sister Li Qingzhao and "Drinking Alone under the Moon" by brother Li Bai.
Bai Song smiled, knowing that it was the young master of the Lin family who made a splash on the second day of Xiao Sui Ping and saved the face of the nobles at the critical moment.
The Zhenguan period was the era when poetry and prose flourished.
A good poem brings public discussion beyond imagination.
Even a few inmates were expressing their opinions, saying that they had underestimated the young master of the Lin family in the past.
Unexpectedly, the young master of the Lin family has a talent that is unparalleled in the world.
At dusk, Xiaocui rushed into the prison quickly.
People from afar were shouting at the top of their lungs: "Uncle, uncle..."
"Hush, what is this place? What are you yelling about?"
Xiaocui's pretty face flushed with excitement: "Uncle, look who is here."
Behind Xiaocui, a person who was thinking about him walked slowly.
Bai Song immediately stood at the door: "Xiang'er?! Are you here?"
Lin Xiang'er followed the cell leader, her face full of joy, and whispered: "You, you! Don't get into trouble again!"
Before Bai Song could understand it, the cell leader opened the door and patted Bai Song on the shoulder: "Mr. Bai, you can leave."
"Can I leave?" Bai Song couldn't believe it. This time was shorter than expected, and the small year review was not over yet.
Xiang'er whispered: "Humph, others don't know, but my father knows it in his heart. You should think carefully about how to explain it to your father when you go back."
"Explain? Explain what?"
“Of course where those poems came from.”
"Ah?" Bai Song was surprised, "Xiao Cui, you sold me so quickly?"
Xiao Cui shrank her neck: "Uncle, it was the young master who was accidentally discovered by the master and was pressed by the master. Xiao Cui didn't dare not say anything. However, uncle, there is no need to be nervous. This time, it was the uncle who made great contributions to the Lin family. I don't think so. I will blame him. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let my uncle go out early despite the pressure from the Zheng family.”
