"Lin Yi!"
Fu Yuheng heard Lin Yi's voice and turned around suddenly.
Sure enough, he saw Lin Yi walking out of the crowd, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
At last night's banquet, Lin Yi's words are still vivid in my mind, and they were extremely wonderful.
Especially that poem...
Buzz!
Fu Yuheng's body trembled slightly. He knew that Lin Yi had composed that brilliant poem.
He also looked forward to... if he could take this talented poem with him when he left.
Even if you are not a talented scholar, this one poem is enough for your life!
"Master Xuezheng!"
Lin Yi bowed his hands and bowed, handed the poem "Farewell Dong Da" to Fu Yuheng, and said seriously: "Master Xuezheng has been honest throughout his life and has never accepted any small gifts from others. Nanxiang Mansion is a barren land. As a master, In studying politics, he has also given away many talented people in literature and art!”
"There is Fang Qingxue from Pingzhou Academy who is the first member of the high school club!"
"There is Zhang Dong, the seventh-grade county magistrate who is asking for help for the people!"
"There are poems by Cai Qi Guanzhou, poems by Cai Qi Mingzhou, and several poems by Cai Qi Guanfu..."
"There are too many, students won't say much here..."
"Students admire the integrity and conscientiousness of academic officials, so I present this poem to you. I wish you a bright future and good luck in the future!"
Lin Yi cupped his fists and saluted.
He believed that this poem would definitely benefit Fu Yuheng in many ways.
A scholar like Fu Yuheng is what a scholar should be like. His honest deeds as an academic administrator for so many years are worthy of being sung...
so!
This talented poem to Mingzhou is the best carrier for his deeds to be sung!
"Seriously?"
As soon as Fu Yuheng took the poem scroll, he instantly broke through the defense.
Good weight!
Nearly seventy kilograms, almost full of talent.
Lin Yi nodded.
"Hahaha……"
Fu Yuheng laughed heartily, sweeping away the sadness in his heart. He looked at Lin Yi, shook his head and said, "You are interested, but I can't accept your gift?"
A gentleman loves poetry and chooses it in a proper way.
"Haha, that's ridiculous!"
When Liao Qinghe heard the conversation between Lin Yi and Fu Yuheng, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "You are so talented in Guanzhou, Mingzhou, and Guanfu? Junior brother, you are so ridiculous as a student."
The expressions of many bachelors changed.
Some time ago, there was indeed a brilliant poem born, and they had seen that vision.
But the poems of Guanzhou Mingzhou...the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture did not appear.
But the talented Guanfu poems have appeared, and the weaker Guanzhou and Mingzhou poems have appeared... but it is also possible!
but.
How did Lin Yi know? Is it possible that he is always there?
Fu Xuezheng shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Liao seemed to have done a lot less homework before he came!"
"There are some things that junior brother doesn't want to say, but senior brother is so aggressive, so junior brother has no choice but to get angry once!"
"Lin Yi!"
Fu Yuheng turned to look at Lin Yi and said solemnly: "I want to see your poem about Mingzhou. Can you find the treasure?"
Lin Yi smiled: "Okay!"
Wow~
Lin Yi said nothing and put the calligraphy treasure "Farewell Dong Da" on the ground in his hand. Expand directly...
call out!
In an instant.
In the ice and snow, a golden beam of light transformed by talent shot straight into the sky.
Then the pillar of talent exploded in the clouds, blooming like fireworks, dazzling and radiating the entire capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.
At the same time, golden fonts with wonderful strokes appeared on the rice paper, as if they were about to appear through the body...
'Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. '
'Don't worry, you have no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you? '
"calligraphy!"
"It's the Mingzhou poem last night, it's him...it's him!"
The scholars in Wangyue Pavilion were all frightened.
While he looked shocked, his scalp was numb and he had goosebumps all over his body!
"this……"
Liao Qinghe stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling on pins and needles and feeling uncomfortable all over.
It is actually a poem written by Cai Qi Mingzhou.
More importantly...the second half of this poem made his jealous eyes bleed.
Who in the world doesn’t know you?
Why?
How could Fu Yuheng receive such praise?
"Don't worry...Don't worry, no one knows you in the future. No one in the world knows you...Okay, okay!"
Fu Yuheng was already in tears, feeling both immense pride and endless sadness in his heart.
He had been in Nanxiang Mansion for so long that he never interacted with local dignitaries and concentrated on his studies.
Concerned about the scholars in Nanxiang Prefecture.
But when he finally left office, a dinner party allowed him to see clearly the faces of these scholars.
He felt deeply that he had failed.
But I didn't expect... Lin Yi, a young scholar who dared to cut off the heads of scholars when he asked for life for the people.
But he composed a poem for him that can be passed down from generation to generation.
"Don't worry, no one knows you in the future. No one in the world knows you..."
Fu Yuheng's face turned red and he didn't drink, but he felt very drunk at this moment.
This poem intoxicated him.
"Your name is Lin Yi, right? This poem hasn't been titled yet. How about I inscribe it?"
Liao Qinghe's breathing became heavy, and he looked at Lin Yidao: "You are in the eighth grade and have not yet participated in the provincial examination. This poem has reached the level of Cai Qi Mingzhou. I can now appoint you to be the Jieyuan for this provincial examination!" "
Liao Qinghe knew the value of this poem very well.
It's enough for him to leave his name in history.
As long as this poem still exists and his name is inscribed...it will be passed down through the ages.
Wow!
All the scholars were in an uproar, their eyes red with envy.
Su Tong, in particular, felt extremely aggrieved and wanted to trample Lin Yi under his feet.
The academic master he tried so hard to please showed this attitude towards Lin Yi.
Even the identity of Jieyuan in the rural examination can be directly confirmed.
Lin Yi looked at Liao Qinghe, frowned and said: "Master Xuezheng, you shoulder the power of the provincial examination, but you have abused your power to this extent. Do you have justice and fairness in your heart?"
"..."
Liao Qinghe was stunned for a moment.
Teach me how to do things?
Lin Yi continued: "Master Xuezheng, do you think you are worthy of this poem?"
Liao Qinghe's face turned red instantly, and fire was about to burst out of his eyes.
Outside Wangyue Pavilion.
Long San, whose eyes were half-closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Liao Qinghe.
His right hand has already touched the embroidered spring knife at his waist!
After all, Liao Qinghe was also a strong man in the fourth-grade gentleman realm. He glanced at Long San on the carriage in the distance.
I was even more frightened.
'What is Lin Yi's identity? Even the Imperial Dragon Guard had to protect him openly? '
After all, Liao Qinghe made no next move. He just looked at Lin Yi and said indifferently: "Lin Yi, I won't force you, but I hope you will think it over carefully..."
Lin Yi glanced at Liao Qinghe, chose to ignore it, and put away the poem "Farewell Dong Da", and then his eyes fell on Fu Yuheng: "Master Xuezheng, this poem was written for you by a student, and it was originally given to you. Take it!”
This poem is a poem by a sage from the past life.
Being able to spread his poems in the Holy Text Continent is a real honor... I will continue to learn this sentence for the Holy Spirit.
In the past five thousand years of Chinese civilization, saints emerged in large numbers, and their Tao made China's splendid civilization possible.
The great ambition that I have made to carry on the unique knowledge of the saint is actually to inherit the saint's path, make it immortal, and make it continue to exist...
In the end, the world will have no borders for eternity!
"Sir, you have to give the poem a title. I think you should give it a title..."Wangyue Pavilion Sends Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang"?"
Li Wenbo's voice sounded.
As a professional dog licker... his licks are always so moisturizing and silent.
Everyone's eyes widened.
What is the dream of a scholar? Cultivate oneself, govern the country and bring peace to the world?
No!
It’s Qingshi’s name!
This inscription must be given, and Fu Yuheng's name will definitely leave his name in history and be famous forever...
"Absolutely not. How can my name appear in this Mingzhou poem?"
Fu Yuheng shook his head repeatedly, but the expectation deep in his eyes... couldn't be concealed at all.
My body was shaking with excitement!
If this poem about Mingzhou could be inscribed with his name, I would do it even if it cost him his life now!
But the necessary euphemism still needs to be there...
He studies to cultivate himself, rule the country and bring peace to the world, but in his heart... he also wants to leave a lasting legacy in history!
Otherwise, why would he be so cool?
Don’t I just hope that after his death, when people think of his clean and honest academics and politics, they will think of him... Fu Yuheng!
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Happy Valentine's Day!
But the little girl can only code words alone!
