"how come?"
The Holy Son Li Xiyang looked moved and began to panic inside. He did not expect that Lin Yi actually composed two Mingzhou poems in succession.
If there are not three poems and articles that are Mingzhou or above in the next literary meeting, Lin Yi really might win Kuiyuan.
Prince Teng Lin Yunying was so excited that she almost cried, "Your Majesty, the emperor's nephew's gift is too heavy. I don't have anything valuable to give..."
Lin Yunhong was extremely pleased and said: "I will take some from the inner treasury when the time comes. If I didn't know that all your money is spent on the welfare of the people, I wouldn't even bother to help you."
There is no money in the inner treasury, but there are still some royal gifts left by the Supreme Emperor, which can be given to the emperor.
He is so showy!
"Master Lin..."
Girl Ningxiang, who did not even take the Holy Son of the Holy Court seriously, now had deep admiration for Lin Yi.
She had the idea of inviting Lin Yi to be her guest.
Her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
Although Mr. Lin is a little younger, he is... better than the older ones.
"Miss Ningxiang, continue, the ink is a bit thin, I will use more powerful moves later..."
Lin Yi's purpose was not to defeat Li Shengzi.
He had not taken Li Xiyang seriously yet when it came to inheriting his unique knowledge for the saints. He had only one purpose, and that was to pave the way for tomorrow's great court meeting.
certainly.
There was also a little selfishness, he really had a crush on the monster Li Shengzi was pulling.
So Li Xiyang is just a stepping stone for him to become famous.
'It's a bit miserable! '
Lin Yi thought this in his heart, but naturally he didn't have any sympathy in his heart, and even wanted to step him into the dust.
Of course, based on strength, it is impossible to do it now, but when it comes to writing and writing, it is difficult for the other party to outperform Tang poetry and Song lyrics...
"ah?"
Miss Ningxiang was startled and asked tentatively: "Are you coming again?"
"What else? One more song, one more insurance, and you can win with stability." Lin Yi is now enjoying a boom in poetry.
He can't wait to 'carry' all the poems related to Yueyang Tower, so that these literati and bachelors can see our vast Chinese literati talent.
That is a treasure in the history of Chinese literature.
"It's...it's not over yet?"
A bachelor who was good at poetry couldn't sit still, his scalp felt numb from Lin Yixiu.
I’ve already written two Mingzhou poems, what else do you want?
Du Pi, the little poet saint, turned pale, with deep fear in his eyes. He felt that he was living in Lin Yi's shadow.
Yang Zining, the No. 7 Holy Son of the Holy Academy, his expression changed from calm to now slightly lost his composure, and his hands under the Confucian shirt were trembling slightly.
"Two songs, with my current perception and state of mind, I may be able to compose them if I am immersed in Yueyang Tower. Three songs... are difficult!"
Yang Zining looked at senior brother Li Xiyang and said with talent: "Senior brother Li, apologize to Lin Jieyuan!"
The Shadowless Beast is of great significance to the Holy Court. After all, it is the mount of the Saint of the Holy Court.
If he loses to Lin Yi, the teacher may not spare Li Xiyang lightly.
"impossible!"
Li Xiyang's eyes were red and he said with a ferocious look: "No matter what, you have to come up with two Mingzhou poems. I want my Yuan Shen to connect the past and the present and find the unparalleled Guanfu poems from the long history..."
As arrogant as he was, even a saint had protected him. How could he choose to admit defeat and apologize to Lin Yi?
A lackey of the imperial court must die a good death!
"Why!"
The number one scholar Yang Zining sighed softly.
And at this time.
Lin Yi once again put pen to paper, and the talents outside Yueyang Tower seemed to have developed spiritual wisdom and never dissipated.
Put pen to paper.
Lin Yi was high-spirited and said loudly:
"The tower overlooks the end of Yueyang, and the Yangtze River (Dongting) opens up.
The geese lead away the sorrow, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon.
Staying in the clouds, receiving cups in the sky.
After getting drunk, the cool breeze blows and people dance on their sleeves. "
When~
The talent of heaven and earth once again soared into the sky from the paper, and the entire Huatian Mansion in the capital saw the talent of Guanfu.
"You are seven levels of talent, Guanfu!"
Someone screamed, blood rushed to his forehead, and his whole body was so frightened that he felt like he was dead.
Click!
The desk could no longer bear the weight of the three poems and shattered.
Time seemed to have stopped for everyone in the Yueyang Tower, and Lin also saw Miss Ningxiang frozen on the spot.
He took Ningxiang, the girl who had hugged him when he was a child, and walked to another desk.
When the talented man in front of the table saw Lin Yi approaching, he rolled away and ran away, his eyes full of fear.
Is this a human being?
We are all readers, please stop reading, please!
But most scholars are using their brains, frantically comprehending Lin Yi's poems, and absorbing the free talent of heaven and earth.
I was so moved that I almost cried.
What an adventure from heaven!
…
Miss Ningxiang was pulled by Lin Yi, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart for no reason.
Isn't this the talented and beautiful woman she had imagined, with red sleeves adding fragrance?
"Miss Ningxiang, Mo!"
"Yeah~"
Miss Ningxiang didn't care about anything else and just studied ink with her bare hands.
Lin Yi laid out the paper, continued to dip his pen into ink, and put the words into words, his eyes shining with a light like substance.
This time the finale... the decision is it!
"The Story of Yueyang Tower"
"I would like to observe the splendor of the capital city (Baling), which is located in a lake in Yueyang (a lake in Dongting). It connects to distant mountains and swallows up the Yangtze River. It is vast and boundless, with morning light and sunset, and a myriad of phenomena..."
"If it rains heavily and the moon doesn't open...if you climb the tower, you will be nostalgic for your country...and you will feel extremely sad."
"When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue, sand gulls gather in the air, and golden scales swim... The moon is bright for thousands of miles, and the floating light leaps into gold... What a joy it is!"
"Sigh! I have tried to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients, or I have done something different from the two. Why?"
Lin also wrote faster and recited faster.
The mood and momentum were well brewed at this moment, and he wrote like a god, saying loudly: "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. If you live high in a temple, you will worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your king. As you advance, you will also worry. Retreating is also worrying.”
"But when will we be happy? He must say: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness..."
quiet!
Inside and outside the huge Yueyang Tower, there was silence. Everyone's mouths were slightly opened and they looked at Lin Yi on the Yueyang Tower with dull expressions.
At this moment.
No words were enough to express their inner shock, they just felt numb all over.
Lin Yunhong's eyes flickered, and he chewed Lin Yi's words over and over again: Worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness!
It turns out that in Huang'er's heart, this is his feeling for Dayan.
If you live high in a temple, you worry about your people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king... Lin Yunhong's eyes were slightly moist.
With a son like this, what more could a father ask for?
When~
When~
Although Wen Dao Tianyin was late, he was by no means absent and resounded throughout Huatian Mansion.
But this time.
The words on the paper burst out with dazzling golden light, and then floated into the air. The gathered talents of heaven and earth seemed to be ignited cotton wool the moment they touched the golden light...
All the talents turned into gold in the void.
A wave of upright and upright righteousness instantly filled the entire Yueyang Tower inside and outside, and awe-inspiring waves swept across.
The literary hearts of all the literati and bachelors were trembling, and they were singing in unison with the literary palace.
As if receiving enlightenment, countless literati and scholars became ecstatic.
"Haoran is upright!"
"It's Haoran's righteousness!"
"Mingfu, another Mingfu article, Lin Jieyuan is a great talent, a great talent!"
Uh-huh!
The literati and bachelors inside and outside Yueyang Tower suddenly stood up, wine and food were scattered on the floor, and the oiran lady's beauty turned pale...
Their eyes were red, staring at Lin Yi and the "Yueyang Tower" written in small golden characters.
They discovered that this article was actually engraved on the inscription on the Yueyang Tower.
The owner of Yueyang Tower got a big deal!
"My king...my Yueyang Tower is going to be famous all over the world again?"
Prince Teng Lin Yunying sat blankly on his chair, staring blankly at the "Yueyang Tower" on the monument.
Can't believe this is true.
Uh-huh!
The Sixth Prince Lin Cong stood up and stared at Lin Yi, feeling frightened and frightened in his heart. He murmured: "Fortunately...fortunately he is not the Prince of Dayan."
Haoran's righteousness is cultivated the day after tomorrow. Back then, my father also cultivated Haoran's righteousness in the northern border to quell the war.
He has a chance.
However, if an outsider possesses great righteousness, he will inevitably feel unhappy in his heart.
At this moment.
Saint Li Xiyang sat down on the couch, his face visibly pale, and his whole body trembling with jealousy.
If he cultivates awe-inspiring righteousness, he will be the successor to the Holy Lord.
Damn it!
But now it's not just about the heir.
Rather.
He lost...
Lin Yi wrote three consecutive poems about Mingzhou and Guanfu, and one article about Mingfu, which directly blocked his way.
Whoops!
Qingshan Academy's Li Mobai's face turned red, his beard trembled wildly, he pointed at Lin Yidao: "You are not a son of a man, you promised to give me a song..."
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The ones in parentheses are genuine, the changes are to suit the background of the novel, don’t blame me... please comment and support!
