Lin Yi stopped writing for a moment and looked at the scenery outside the Stork Tower.
The white clothes are wrapped around the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. This half of the poem has already described the scene in his eyes.
The moment is very opportune.
'What's the point of just describing the scene? The spirit contained in the poem is the key to Mingfu. '
Lin Yi smiled and continued to write on Zhu Zhiyun's back: "If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level!"
boom!
Zhu Zhiyun could no longer bear the weight of the poem, and his whole body collapsed.
A small human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.
When~
when……
At the same time, the heavenly voice of Wen Dao sounded in the sky above Huatian Mansion, and all the scholars felt it.
"Wen Dao Tianyin, who!"
"The sound of heaven sounds again. This sound resounds throughout the whole mansion. This is the sound of heaven in Ming Mansion!"
"Ahhh...what's going on in the capital recently? Whose Mingfu poem is this?"
"Southwest of the capital!"
In the Holy Courtyard.
In Qingshan Academy.
He belongs to a wealthy and distinguished family in Huatian Mansion.
Private school.
…
Countless scholars who heard Wen Dao Tianyin looked towards the direction of the Stork Tower in the capital.
Someone's soul came out of the body and looked in this direction, but soon entered the body in a hurry, and his eyes turned red, as if they had been burned by fire.
Shouting that I can't look, I can't look...
This is a warning!
Some people do not believe in evil, but the result is exactly the same. There is endless golden light shining there, like a golden sun across the sky.
"It's Haoran's righteousness!"
Among the Holy Academy and Qingshan Academy, a great scholar, Ru Ling, came out of his body, returned safely, and informed his disciples.
All the scholars were in an uproar.
Scholars who did not participate in the literary conference thought of Emperor Lin Yunhong of Dayan.
But those who have participated in the cultural gathering directly picture the figure of Jie Yuan Lin Yi in the capital in their minds.
"Ah, Lin Yi, you are not a son of a man. My poems...my poems, can you quickly use my scroll of Confucianism, Swordsman and Immortal?"
In Qingshan Academy, Li Mobai blew his beard angrily and stared.
A poem about Mingfu passed him by again.
The top of the academy mountain.
The white-haired dean stroked his beard and chuckled, "It's getting more and more interesting. Take every step, don't be impatient, and strive for victory steadily..."
"Lao Kong should not have intervened in the first place. This inquiry has revealed the disaster of the Holy Courtyard!"
"This guy has a very accurate grasp of people's hearts."
…
Holy courtyard.
"Master, if we don't become a holy son, we will be in big trouble. It's another Mingfu poem!"
Li Wenbo burst into tears. He felt that if he could not become the Holy Son of the Holy Court at the Holy Assembly in the next year.
That is the greatest misfortune in this life.
Tianshuyuan Holy Son Hall.
Li Xiyang guessed that it was Lin Yi, and was furious at this moment, "Damn it, what did he do? What kind of poem is famous again?"
Jealousy makes people crazy.
Li Xiyang felt like his lungs were about to explode.
Lin Yi snatched his holy beast and caused him great loss of face. This made him unable to hold his head up in the holy courtyard.
He wanted to kill Lin Yi so much...
Somewhere in the Holy Court.
Zhong Zi was standing with his hands behind his back, and the woman in white clothes standing next to Sheng Xue was Fang Qingxue.
Zhong Zizheng said: "He is very good!"
"..."
Fang Qingxue fell silent. She was indeed very good, but she shook her head, "Poems and articles are one of the ways to improve your cultivation, but they are not all!"
Zhong Zizheng was stunned for a moment and said: "What I mean is that if he is interested in you, don't wait until you lose him to regret it."
"The most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this. You must learn to cherish and grasp it!"
Fang Qingxue looked indifferent and said: "Students will not regret any decision they make!"
"I don't want to say anything, I can't help you!"
Zhong Zizheng shook his head, Fang Qingxue was good at everything, but she took studying and practicing too seriously.
He turned and disappeared.
After Zhong Zizheng left, Fang Qingxue's expression darkened, and she murmured in a low voice: "My world does not allow for adultery between children..."
In the palace.
Lin Yunhong also noticed the strange phenomenon in the capital.
A smile appeared on the face that was originally gloomy because of Concubine Hui Zhou.
"I gave birth to a good emperor, worthy of my ancestors!"
Lin Yunhong did not take action this time.
Because no one stepped in to seize the poem.
He believed that Huang'er's poetry had its own purpose, and he even looked forward to Lin Yi's new ideas.
"It really makes my heart itch unbearably!" Lin Yunhong said with a wry smile.
…
Boom!
Accompanied by Wen Dao Tianyin's Mingfu, Wen Lei roared in the sky above Huatian Mansion.
Stork upstairs.
The poem contains golden light that shines from the attic, and the whole building is enveloped by the rich energy of heaven and earth.
Zhu Zhiyun was lying on the ground, already unconscious from being fucked.
Wang Han and Ma Chao were so blinded by the golden light that they couldn't open their eyes.
One by one, the sky-gold characters appeared on the paper, with a total of twenty crosses, like a saint's scripture.
Then these words turned into golden butterfly words and were engraved on the base of the Stork Tower.
Minglou!
Just like the inscriptions and inscriptions on the academy, they have the same purpose but the same purpose.
This place will undoubtedly become a holy place for scholars.
"The emperor...the emperor's nephew?"
Prince Teng Lin Yunying's legs were a little weak, and he could hardly stand upright. He was greatly shocked in his heart.
"Another Mingfu poem?"
"kindness!"
"Tengwang Pavilion, Yueyang Tower, and the Stork Tower... If you continue to do this, my nephew, I will be unable to help but build another building."
Teng Wang Lin Yunhong said this.
Of course, he was just joking. Human talent is limited after all, and the prince just used it in advance.
enough!
Prince Teng and these three famous buildings will surely be famous for eternity.
"My nephew will compose poems for the emperor's uncle when the time comes." Lin Yi joked with a smile.
King Teng was stunned.
He took this sentence seriously...
Lin Yi then said: "Uncle, will the Stork Tower become a must-visit place for scholars now?"
Prince Teng nodded and chuckled: "That's natural. With this Mingfu poem, no scholar can resist the temptation."
Lin Yi nodded and said: "This poem is just a gimmick. My nephew wants them to know that besides poems, there is something else that can touch people's hearts..."
Lin Yi's purpose is not just to attract scholars.
Instead, we will use the popularity brought by this wave of poetry to hold an unprecedented grand concert.
He pushed out Ningxiang girl, in addition to making money.
More importantly, I hope that Miss Ningxiang’s songs can bring strength to the people of Dayan.
In this world, not only poetry and articles should be the mainstream, music and music should also be allowed to enrich the people's spiritual life.
Great prosperity.
A hundred flowers bloom.
'Maybe I'm a little naive in my thinking, but after all, my abilities are limited. There's only so much I can think of and have the conditions to do for Dayan...'
Lin Yi secretly lamented that he was weak.
There is still a long way to go, and he is not sure what Dayan will become.
But he hopes.
This is an upward and hopeful path.
"If your nephew has any ideas, just go and try them boldly. His Majesty will support you. This world... will be yours sooner or later!"
Prince Teng Lin Yunying said softly.
Maybe this is a bit rebellious, but it is the truth... He is the prince, and he knows very well that this is Lin Yi's fate.
"However, the emperor's nephew still has many challenges, so don't focus solely on making money!"
Prince Teng looked at Lin Yi with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement and hope.
Lin Yi nodded and said: "My nephew understands, so now I am just paving the way for the future."
"It's just that my father refused to tell my nephew. Apart from the threats from the Holy Court, the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom, the North Territory and the Humanity Sect, what other threats are there to Dayan?"
"So what my nephew can do is to eliminate these threats step by step..."
A sharp light appeared in Lin Yi's eyes.
Before he knew he was the crown prince, he also had a ruthless streak in him.
The elegance and humility he displayed was just that as the Crown Prince of Dayan, he had to show himself to the courtiers and the world.
But anyone who dares to touch his bottom line must be prepared to bear his wrath.
