The crowd was in commotion.
The plans of many bachelors of letters were all disrupted, they were not confident enough in their on-the-spot performance, and their faces were full of anxiety.
Lin Cong secretly laughed in his heart and said: "This is interesting. Since this literary event is hosted by my prince, of course I must take care of everything."
"I don't need those opportunistic scholars."
"A good horse is only one who has true talent and learning. If a masterpiece is born in Yueyang Tower, the emperor will definitely be happy. At that time, the silver dragon soft armor given by the emperor may be given to this prince..."
The theme of the cultural conference is Yueyang Tower, which means Sixth Prince Lin Cong.
In order to make King Teng happy, Lin Cong also communicated with his uncle, King Teng, and received high praise from King Teng.
Most of the bachelors of the Holy Academy and the bachelors of the Academy in Yueyang Tower will not take action.
They came here because they wanted to see the talented people in the capital.
Among the seven great talents, there are some who are good at writing poetry, but they all seem to be following orders.
Saint Li Xiyang looked at one of the seven talented men. The man nodded slightly and stood up.
"It is Du Pi, the little poet saint among the eight great talents. His poetic talent is second only to the seventh saint son of the Holy Academy and the number one scholar Yang Zining!"
"Okay, the little poet sage will take action, it must be a poem from Guanzhou that is five times more talented!"
"Hurry, I'm really anxious."
There was a sudden commotion inside and outside Yueyang Tower, and the eyes of many beauties shone with light, as bright as stars.
Du Pi has handsome features and a strong figure. He wears a light blue Confucian shirt covering his body and fluttering sleeves.
With a calm expression, he bowed his hands to the literati, court officials and academic officials of the Holy Academy inside and outside the building, and said loudly: "I am not talented, but I would like to make a poem in eight steps and show my shame!"
"What?"
"A poem in seven...seven steps? Does Du Pi have such a poetic talent?"
The scene was filled with excitement, and the beauty was greeted with screams.
'Little Poet Saint? A poem in eight steps? I lost..." Lin Yi was moved. If he hadn't been able to use the famous works of sages, he would have been completely defeated.
He actually knows some limericks, but there's no need to show off on this occasion.
I'm afraid it will become a joke at the court meeting tomorrow.
Lin Yi looked at the young poet Du Pi, looking forward to his eight-step poem.
clatter!
Du Pi took a step forward, his body was full of talent, his Confucian shirt moved automatically without wind, and his heroic spirit was impressive.
Everyone is waiting for his first verse.
clatter!
He took another step, and everyone was silent, but they were also waiting for his first line of poetry.
clatter!
third step.
…
clatter!
After taking the fourth step, everyone suddenly felt a little depressed.
Halfway through the eight steps, a poem has not yet come out. If you can’t do it, why don’t you just pretend to do it?
Du Pi looked calm and recited a poem: "The ice-covered snow in the North is floating, and the goose feathers are curled in the silver sea thousands of miles away; when I climb the mountain and look down, the snow-covered snow is even more enchanting..."
End of poem.
A strong force of heaven and earth condensed into a white dragon of talent in the void, hovering over the Yueyang Tower.
Then it suddenly penetrated into the center of Du Pi's eyebrows, his Confucian shirt rustled, and his talent overflowed.
The aroma of books filled the entire Yueyang Tower.
"good!"
The Holy Son Li Xiyang smiled and praised: "It is a poem in five steps. Although it is not as talented as Guanzhou, it is still a dragon of talents condensed and talented. It is written about the scenery outside Yueyang Tower, which is suitable for the situation!"
"Well done, Senior Brother Du!"
"It's so catchy, and it's even more enchanting when it's covered in silver. It's wonderful!"
Many scholars from the Holy Academy also praised it one after another, shaking their heads and looking like they were intoxicated.
"That's it?"
Lin Yi was stunned. Can a limerick be as talented as four dozen, and condense the talents of heaven and earth?
He quickly fell silent.
No wonder when he came to this world, several of his poems were incomplete. They were either Guanzhou or Mingzhou...
It turns out that the level of poetry in this world is really not high.
"kindness?"
"kindness?"
Lin Yi's voice was not loud, but to the ears of a group of literati, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Many people noticed him.
How could the Holy Son Li Xiyang fail to recognize Lin Yi's voice? After listening to the voice, he immediately locked onto Lin Yi outside Yueyang Tower.
One after another, all eyes were directed at Lin Yi, and the literati beside him subconsciously took a few steps away.
Fu Yuheng and Zhong Zizheng stood up suddenly.
Li Mobai, the academy official, also stood up.
'In literary gatherings, when excellent poems and lyrics are produced, even the smallest voice will be noticed by others, because stepping on others can maximize your fame. '
Lin Yi realized in his heart that he knew why he was being targeted as soon as he opened his mouth.
These literati and bachelors are waiting for someone to hit their guns.
Du Pi's eyes were as bright as a torch and fell on Lin Yi. He slightly cupped his hands and said with an indifferent expression: "I have heard about Lin Jieyuan's name for a long time. The poem I just wrote is amazing. It's a pity that you didn't play the music and the poem was not written by Miss Ningxiang. It's a little regretful, otherwise it would be enough to pass the state."
"Your article is well done. The preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion is admirable."
"Although you are talented in both words and articles, poetry is different from words and articles. It is a collection of words and articles."
Du Pi shook his head slightly and said: "You are young and arrogant. With such a reputation, it is inevitable that you will be a little arrogant. I understand, but even the talents of heaven and earth recognize my poems. You still don't recognize it, but it makes me a little confused. Are you more literary than me?" Can you better identify the quality of poetry?"
puff!
puff!
After Zhong Zizheng and Fu Yuheng heard Du Pi's words, they couldn't hold it back and spit out a mouthful of tea.
Lin Yi is of course not as powerful as a literary scholar, but... he has the authority to comment on your Du Pi's poems.
Saint Li Xiyang looked at Zhong Zizheng and Fu Yuheng, frowned slightly, and was a little confused.
"I have no disapproval."
Lin Yi shook his head and explained: "It's just... the poems of the little poet saint don't have Guanzhou, which makes me a little disappointed!"
far away.
Lin Yunhong chuckled and said: "Your Majesty is kind-hearted, but he is also sharp. This is right!"
Prince Teng nodded in approval, feeling a little excited inside.
Is his Yueyang Tower going to be as famous as Tengwang Pavilion and become famous all over the world?
"Hahaha!"
Du Pi laughed angrily and said: "Does Lin Jieyuan think that he can be so arrogant just because he wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"? Do you understand poetry? With your age and talent, to be honest... Du even doubts your "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" was taught by others!"
Wow!
The crowd was in an uproar. Lin was also famous for his work on Prince Teng's Pavilion. Du Pi's words were nothing more than murderous.
Not only did it directly deny all of Lin Yi's talents, but even Jieyuan's identity was watered down.
Holy Son Li Xiyang nodded and said: "I think so too. The words he gave to Miss Ningxiang just now were presumably taught by others!"
The crowd was in uproar again.
The literati and bachelors were whispering and discussing among themselves. Miss Ningxiang frowned and stared at Li Xiyang and Du Pi with dissatisfaction.
Fu Yuheng and Zhong Zi were about to stand up and prove it, but found that Lin Yi shook his head and laughed.
"Well?"
Everyone was suddenly stunned.
Li Xiyang said: "Laughing? Do you want to change the subject in this way?"
"No no no~"
Lin Yi shook his head and said: "Li Shengzi was always targeting others. He looked like a clown, so I couldn't hold it back for a while!"
"you!"
Saint Li Xiyang was furious and stood up suddenly, his body filled with energy.
at the same time.
Countless breaths inside and outside Yueyang Tower also burst out suddenly, but they disappeared in a flash.
That moment.
Li Xiyang felt suffocated, as if there was some terrifying powerful person hidden in Yueyang Tower.
Lin Yi raised his head and looked at Li Xiyang who was on the Yueyang Tower, and said: "Li Shengzi doesn't need to say more, how about you and I make a bet? If I win, I will take the two monsters you pull the cart!"
Wow!
There was a deathly silence at the cultural gathering, and everyone looked at Lin Yi in surprise.
So... so crazy!
Zhong Zizheng murmured in a low voice: "Li Xiyang is really going to be angered. It seems that the Shadowless Beast is going to change its owner!"
