Zhong Zi was staring at the poem scroll in Lin Yi's hand.
The figure flashed.
Appearing directly in front of Lin Yi, he already had the "Guan Ju" calligraphy treasure in his hand.
Wow!
Zhong Zizheng couldn't wait to open it, staring at the poem on the calligraphy treasure.
"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."
"Styled water-lilies flow from side to side. Fair and graceful ladies, longing for them..."
Zhongzi was chanting softly.
Haoran's righteousness appears on the calligraphy treasure. Zhong Zizheng is comprehending the calligraphy treasure and inhales Haoran's righteousness into his body.
It turned into an extremely strong ordinary talent.
It is equivalent to him comprehending the true works of the sages in the Holy Court.
"It is indeed a poem of great talent. If you use it to understand it, the effect of practice will be comparable to the original works of the sages!"
Zhong Zizheng was horrified.
The Holy Academy also has a few poems that are full of talent, and only a few of their great saints and the bachelors who have made outstanding contributions to the Holy Academy can understand them.
Extremely precious.
Because understanding this kind of calligraphy is worth studying hundreds of books.
It's like reading the knowledge of sages.
This calligraphy treasure is comparable in weight to an earth-level treasure, but... the number of times is limited.
"My fair lady, a gentleman is so brave!"
Zhong Zizheng's eyes were confused.
It seems that I can't help but feel a little sad when I think of some things in the past.
"I heard that you were framed and Fang Qingxue saved you?" Zhong Zizheng asked curiously.
"yes!"
Lin Yi nodded, thinking of the iceberg beauty Fang Qingxue, and said: "The student will always remember this kindness in his heart. If he sees her in the future, he will be rewarded generously!"
Zhong Zizheng smiled: "No wonder you can write such a poem. I have seen Fang Qingxue, the first member of the Holy Academy last year, and she is indeed a rare beauty..."
Zhong Zi was putting away the calligraphy treasure, looked down at it, and returned it to Lin Yi with great reluctance.
"This poem is not..."
Lin Yigang wanted to say that this poem was not written to Fang Qingxue.
Zhong Zizheng spoke again: "I have fulfilled my wish for this trip, but I didn't expect that this trip to Nanxiang Mansion will be all about you!"
He smiled bitterly.
Shaking his head, he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Master Zhong, wait a minute!" Lin Yi quickly called out to Zhong Zizheng.
"how?"
Zhong Zi was looking at Lin Yi doubtfully.
Lin Yi bowed his head and looked at Zhong Zizheng and said: "Thanks to Master Zhong's great love, I gave a gift to the student. The student has nothing to repay, so this poem... should be given to Master Zhong!"
This was a decision Lin Yi made after careful consideration.
Zhong Zizheng is the Holy Son of the Holy Court.
The jade finger ring is extremely heavy and can be said to be a life-saving charm.
Because Zhong Zizheng knew that by killing the scholar, he had offended all the scholars in the world.
But Zhong Zizheng, as the Holy Son of the Holy Court, was silently paying for himself, and his love for himself was evident in his words and deeds.
No matter in his past or present life, he always repays his kindness.
Give me a peach and give me a plum in return.
Since Zhong Zizheng loves poetry, ordinary poems will definitely not catch his eye.
This poem is also worthy of Zhong Zizheng's status as a great Confucian.
"Send...to me?"
Zhong Zi was stunned.
Wen's heart trembled slightly.
Looking at the poem about Guanfu that Lin Yi handed to him, he suddenly smiled.
"Okay, I accept it!"
Zhong Zizheng really liked this poem.
Lin Yi was able to present this extremely valuable poem to him, which was Tian Da's intention.
"Uncle Zhong is waiting for you at the Capital Holy Courtyard and will treat you to a drink then!"
Zhong Zizheng smiled and patted Lin Yi's shoulder. The moment he turned around, his eyes were red.
This was the first time that someone had given him the gift of the Son.
Zhong Zi was facing Lin Yi, waved his hand gently, and disappeared from the market entrance.
When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of miles away.
He stopped, looked at the "Guan Ju" calligraphy in his hand, shook his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhong is not a woman... let Uncle Zhong forward this poem to Fang Qingxue for you!"
…
Zhong Zi was leaving.
Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, glanced at Li Wenbo who looked pained next to him, and said, "Go back to the county office!"
"Master, that is a poem from Guanfu, a priceless treasure that can be understood by fourth-grade gentlemen and improve their talents!"
Li Wenbo felt his heart was broken.
If he can comprehend a poem from Guanfu carefully, it will definitely improve him to several realms.
"I'm inspired to write a song for you later!" Lin Yi chuckled.
Since this time.
Li Wenbo was his book boy and he saw all the hard work he put in.
Public and private.
He should gain something.
After all, if he can let the horse run without letting it eat grass, doesn't he become a capitalist?
"Master..."
Li Wenbo shouted, tears streaming down his face.
"gone!"
Lin Yi put his hands behind his back and headed back to the county office.
Li Wenbo's eyes were red and he followed up with a stupor.
Along the way.
The people in the city took out all the chicken, duck, fish and meat from their homes and gave them to Lin Yi along the street.
Lin Yi couldn't refuse at first, so he asked Li Wenbo to hold it for him.
You can go to the end.
More and more people sent things, and Lin Yi was so frightened that he quickly fled Nancheng with Li Wenbo.
When I returned to the county government office.
The yamen servants in the yamen saw Lin Yi and Li Wenbo carrying large and small bags, eggs, meat and cloth...
Everyone was confused.
"Don't be stunned. This is a gift from the common people. It represents their wishes. Please help move it in!"
Li Wenbo quickly called the government officials to come over and help.
Until then.
Lin Yi and Li Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the things given by the people of the city are not delicacies, in Lin Yi's opinion, they are better than delicacies!
The backyard of the county government office.
He Weijun and Zhang Dongzheng were chatting, and the latter acted quite reserved.
This was his dean after all.
Now he is on the same level as the feudal official and magistrate of Nanxiang Mansion, and can also be regarded as his immediate superior.
"Sir, Master Lin is back!"
County Lieutenant Li Si ran in.
He Weijun and Zhang Dong both stood up and went to greet him.
Lin Yi and Li Wenbo entered the backyard and saw He Weijun and Zhang Dong walking towards them.
"Dean He!"
"Master Zhang!"
Lin Yi bowed his hands and bowed.
He Weijun glanced behind Lin Yi and asked doubtfully: "Master Zhong...is gone?"
"kindness!"
Lin Yi nodded.
He Weijun let out a long breath, his anxious heart finally relieved, and then said: "Lin Yi, hurry up, let me see your poem about Guanfu..."
He took out the rubbing book and the golden ticket that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve robe, and looked at Lin Yi excitedly.
"..."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The poem of Guanfu has been given to Master Zhong by this junior!"
"ah!!!"
He Weijun was completely stunned. He dropped the rubbings to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "That is a poem from Guanfu. If I can understand it, I can hope to enter the third grade..."
He was really confused.
Instead of leaving, he went to the county government office to chat with Zhang Dongla.
Just to have a look at Lin Yi's poems about Guanfu, hoping to gain something from it.
It's better now...it's gone!
But before he finished speaking, he saw what seemed to be a dazzling jade ring on Lin Yi's thumb.
There seems to be the emblem of the Holy Academy on it...
Buzz!
He Weijun was confused at that time and hesitantly said: "Holy... the Holy Son's token... seeing the token is like seeing the Holy Son!"
Only then did he fully understand why Lin Yi gave the poem of Guanfu to Master Zhong.
Just this jade ring is worth far more than the poem about the palace.
The Holy Son treats Lin Yi sincerely!
