"Next sentence!"
Fu Xuezheng trembled slightly, trying hard to restrain his impulse, and stared straight at Lin Yi.
I wanted to pry Lin Yi's mouth open to see what the second half of the sentence was about?
"Don't worry..."
Lin Yigang just thought about it, but saw the eyes of the bachelors in the restaurant, revealing greed and excitement.
'If you can't pronounce it out, these people are rotten to the core. I respect the temperament and literary character of Mr. Xuezheng. I feel that this gift is the greatest recognition for him when he leaves office... but I don't want these guys to pick it up. cheap'
Lin Yi did not continue speaking, and cupped his fists and said: "Master Xuezheng, please forgive the student for not being able to complete the second half of the question at the moment, but I hope that Master Xuezheng will leave tomorrow, and the students will bid farewell to Master Xuezheng again and give him a complete poem as a gift!"
He's not that stupid.
This poem, which was at least written by Mingzhou Zuo, was prostituted for free by Su Tong and other scholars.
This is impossible!
"Can't you do it?"
"How could it not be done?"
Fu Yuheng's eyes were blank, and he became completely lost.
He could feel that this poem... was definitely good, and even completely fit his current state of mind.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow.
Very suitable for the occasion!
Lin Yi picked up the Confucian robe and crown that Fu Yuheng had taken off, dusted them off, walked up to Fu Yuheng, and said, "Master Xuezheng, it's snowing outside, why don't we leave tomorrow!"
Then he handed the Confucian robe to Fu Yuheng.
Fu Yuheng looked painful. He thought that he had failed in academic politics and was not worthy of this set of Confucian robes and crowns.
He is ashamed of his sages and teachers, he is ashamed of the Holy Court, and he is even more ashamed of the Dayan court that provided him with a place to live and settle down.
"yes!"
Fu Yuheng turned to look outside the restaurant and murmured: "It's snowing, so my heart must be cold!"
He shook his head and sighed, patting Lin Yi's shoulder lightly, full of encouragement.
"Leave tomorrow!"
Fu Yuheng agreed to Lin Yi, then turned and left.
The figure disappeared into the wind and snow.
"Inspector!"
Then several assistants quickly chased after him.
Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo, who was still in a daze, and shouted: "Wenbo, let's go too!"
"Ah...oh, good!"
Li Wenbo just came back to his senses and quickly followed.
The two left the restaurant.
The bachelors who were disappointed, regretful, and frightened all stood up one after another at this time, with complicated expressions on their faces.
Were they...wrong?
No!
They are not wrong!
If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!
…
In the snow.
Two figures walked side by side.
"Master, you must have composed that poem, but you just don't want those bitches to know about it, right?"
Li Wenbo didn't have the slightest fondness for those scholars.
It is estimated that Lin Yi's sincere words could not wake them up at all.
Some people are like that.
"kindness!"
Lin Yi nodded, looked at the flying snow in the sky, and felt many emotions for a while, and said: "Master Xuezheng is an admirable person, and he is also a scholar, but why is there such a big gap?"
"Isn't it for the sake of the common people in the world that we study, practice, slay demons, and stabilize the country?"
"Since it is for the common people in the world, why do you still bully those people?"
"I asked for help for the people. What was wrong with me? What right do they have to accuse me?"
"Since I came down from the mountain, I have become more and more angry, and I hate scholars like Qian Qingwen and Zhong Buoyue more and more!"
"Fortunately..."
Lin Yi heard of the veterans who were brought to him by the commander of Long Guard City, with a smile on his face: "Fortunately, there is a group of people who always warm me... and make me believe that there is still hope in this world!"
"Master!"
Li Wenbo felt uncomfortable in his heart. He knew that Lin could achieve such great ambitions.
What happened to those people was no less than a knife, gouging out his heart bit by bit.
"Hahaha! It feels much better to say it..."
Lin Yi suddenly laughed in the snow, squatted down, rolled out a small snowball, and hit Li Wenbo: "Come on, let's have a snowball fight!"
Li Wenbo burst into tears instantly, crying and laughing: "Come, look at my seventh-grade snowball!"
He quickly rolled out a snowball and threw it at Lin Yi.
Lin Yi dodged and suddenly said in surprise: "Wenbo, your pants fell off!"
"ah?"
boom!
Lin Yi quickly grabbed the snowball and hit Li Wenbo on the head, then ran away.
"Master, you are cheating!"
…
In the teahouse opposite Yunge Restaurant, the commander of the Long Guard in a windbreaker looked at Lin Yi and the two playing in the snow.
"Yes, you and His Majesty have the same heart. There is still hope in the world, and there is still hope in Dayan..."
Yan Shuangwu waved his hand and said: "Royal paper!"
Long San took the imperial paper, pen and ink from Long Wei's hand and handed it to the desk in front of Yan Shuangwu.
Yan Shuangwu dipped his hands in ink and started writing, detailing everything that happened to Lin Yi.
And reported it to His Majesty who was far away in the palace in the capital.
…
Lin Yi and Li Wenbo returned to the restaurant covered in snow and wiped it off.
Lin Yi walked to the desk, took out the blue wolf set of cultural treasures from the ground level, and said: "Wenbo, Yanmo, I want to make friends with Fu Xuezheng, and use poetry as a gift!"
Lin Yi thought clearly.
He admires Fu Xuezheng's personality and character, so he hopes that one day, Fu Xuezheng can continue to shine.
To add that hope to this world.
"Okay, when I was admitted to Jieyuan, Master Xuezheng personally bestowed upon me the honor, and I have a teacher-student friendship. Tomorrow we will send him on his way together!"
Li Wenbo nodded and began to study the ink.
"..."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
This is really a 'nice thing' Li Wenbo said.
soon.
Li Wenbo is good at studying ink, with a look of anticipation on his face.
That poem...definitely Mingzhou.
Lin Yi did not hesitate, picked up the Qinglang pen, running Haoran Zhengqi on the tip of the pen, dipped ink and started writing: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow..."
hiss!
Looking at Lin Yi's wonderful handwriting, Li Wenbo took in a breath of air.
His body was shaking with excitement, and at the same time, he also knew that the most critical moment had come...
"Don't worry, no one in the world knows you!"
The moment Lin Yi put pen to paper, the rice paper bloomed with bright golden light as expected.
A golden pillar of talent soared into the sky.
Buzz!
The talents of heaven and earth gathered in the sky above the restaurant and condensed into auspicious clouds of talents. A special wave spread directly with Lin Yi as the center.
When~
The heavenly voice of Wen Dao resounded in the auspicious clouds of talent, and all the Wen Dao monks within hundreds of miles of Nanxiang Mansion could hear it clearly!
The snow is falling more and more heavily at this moment.
Uh-huh!
"Wen Tao Tian Yin, talented Mingzhou!"
The expression of the commander of Long Guard City changed. He looked towards the direction of the wave and was stunned for a moment: "It seems to be Lin Yi..."
The corners of Yan Shuangwu's mouth twitched slightly, and the depths of his eyes were filled with shock.
As far as he knows, it's not his first.
This poetic talent...will your Majesty feel ashamed?
at the same time.
The scholars in the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture also heard this literary and heavenly voice, and they all looked horrified.
They never expected that in the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture, a poem of Cai Qi Mingzhou would suddenly be born.
What a great blessing!
Su Mansion, a prominent family.
Su Tong was wrapped in mink clothes and said with emotion: "Which great scholar was the author of Caiqi Mingzhou?"
The old man in green clothes beside him shook his head and said: "It's not a great scholar, this snow... has the aura of talent."
"Could it be..."
Su Tong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fists.
How could it be him?
Why!
"It's not necessarily him. I'll confirm it tomorrow!" The old man in green said expressionlessly.
In the superintendent's house.
Fu Yuheng, with his hands behind his back, looked in a certain direction, his eyes filled with talent and brilliance. Hearing the literary and heavenly voice, his figure could not help but tremble slightly.
"I've heard about Lin Yi's poetic talent for a long time, but I didn't expect... that he is indeed a monster, but this gift... I'm afraid I can't accept it!"
Fu Yuheng hesitated in his heart, but he was happy but also knew that this poem was priceless.
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Not short!
Awaited!
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