aside.
Zhu Zhiyun's whole body was soaked with sweat.
He was scared to death.
It's hard for him to judge His Highness the Prince's poetry talent, but he can definitely guarantee that...
The Holy Lord is not as good as him!
Zhu Zhiyun suddenly started counting with his fingers and muttered: "One, two, three, four..."
The more he counted, the paler his face became.
Mei Chunguang's cocky voice said, "Zhu Caizi, what are you counting?"
Prince Teng's attention was immediately attracted, with a bit of curiosity.
Zhu Zhiyun said: "I am counting the Mingfu poems and articles written by His Highness the Prince..."
"He is only stronger than the great Confucian scholar. His Royal Highness is not even in his prime years, but he possesses such amazing talents and the qualifications of a saint!"
Zhu Zhiyun shook his head as if he was drunk.
His whole body was numb.
Lin Yi looked at Zhu Zhiyun and understood why he was so popular with Prince Teng.
This silent flattery that moisturizes things is really fun for the person photographing it.
But Lin Yi didn't feel anything about it.
Because he is just a porter of poems and articles, a young man standing on the shoulders of saints and sages.
So this flattery is of no use to him.
Lin Yi rolled up the poem and placed it directly in the Yellow Crane Tower.
Prince Teng asked in confusion: "Emperor's nephew, why did you hide it in the Yellow Crane Tower? What do you mean?"
Zhu Zhiyun was also confused.
Lin Yi smiled and said: "If this poem is exposed now, won't the identities of this palace and the emperor's uncle be exposed?"
"We need to take advantage of everyone's sleep when no one is around, and then suddenly trigger a strange phenomenon in the world."
"At this time, when the scholar-literati took a look, wouldn't he be more curious about the identity of Dean Taishan?"
Prince Teng suddenly came to his senses, opened his mouth wide, and said in a long voice: "Oh...that makes sense!"
Zhu Zhiyun shook his folding fan and nodded repeatedly: "What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said is absolutely true. If you want to do it, do it big!"
"Walk!"
Lin later proposed to withdraw.
Prince Teng looked worried. He turned back three times and said, "Emperor Nephew, is there any risk? It would be bad if someone stole it!"
Lin Yi shook his head and smiled: "No, no one can steal it. If someone gets involved, I will know it immediately."
"oh?"
Prince Teng was stunned and said in surprise: "The emperor's nephew has reached this level of writing, Linglong Wenxin?"
Lin Yi wondered: "Linglong Wenxin?"
King Teng understood that the prince did not understand this.
But yes, this is a verbal term that everyone uses, which means that when a scholar's will can be put into writing, he will have three purposes.
Hence the term Linglong Wenxin.
King Teng gave an explanation at that time.
Only then did Lin Yi suddenly realize that the method taught to him by the girl demon god was Linglong Wenxin's cultivation method.
but.
This is not difficult!
Very simple!
'You humans are so versatile, you can name everything, but...Linglong Wenxin sounds pretty good! '
The young demon god smiled, and then he seemed to remember something and said: "This reminds me of the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart..."
Buzz!
Lin Yi was shocked when he heard what the girl demon god said.
What?
Bigan?
This is not a coincidence.
"Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart?" Lin Yi asked tentatively.
The girl demon god said: "The heart of a saint can communicate with all things, and his eyes can see through all illusions..."
Lin Yi was stunned.
This sounds like the same explanation as Bigan's Qiqiao Exquisite Heart.
But it's normal.
In the literary world, there are always some things that are in common.
"What size do I have now?" Lin Yi asked in his heart.
The girl demon god said angrily: "Stop dreaming, you are just an ordinary literary mind at best. When will you really be able to put your will into writing, like I said, seal poems, and remotely control the thoughts to break the seal? At this time, you can barely Three orifices and exquisite heart..."
Lin Yi thought to himself: "Didn't I succeed? It seems that the demon god doesn't know, haha, who are you looking down on!"
Lin also didn't respond to him.
He looked at Prince Teng Lin Yunying, nodded and said, "It's Linglong Wenxin!"
"Well!"
When Zhu Zhiyun heard this, he was dumbfounded and hesitated: "Your Highness, you are not a human being..."
"kindness?"
Lin Yi's expression darkened.
Prince Teng was even furious and was about to scold and slap him, but Zhu Zhiyun said sincerely: "You are simply a saint!"
"..."
Prince Teng stretched out his palm halfway and froze on the spot: "???"
Lin Yi felt like he was being shown off.
This Zhu Zhiyun is such a damn talent...
"Let's go!"
Lin Yi didn't say much.
Of course he could see this little cleverness, but it didn't hinder him. He felt comfortable hearing these words.
saint.
Who doesn’t want to become a saint?
But Zhu Zhiyun probably doesn't know how difficult it is.
Lin Yi then boarded the carriage and left the Yellow Crane Tower Market with Prince Teng and others.
On the carriage.
Prince Teng couldn't hold back his curiosity and said: "Emperor's nephew, when will the poem be exposed? Emperor's uncle is really itching."
If it is not exposed, he is afraid that the day lilies will become cold.
Isn't it better to wait while it's hot?
Lin Yixiao looked at Prince Teng and said, "Isn't it already exposed?"
"ah?"
Prince Teng was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the change in talents between heaven and earth, and his expression changed.
Uh-huh!
He decisively opened the car curtain, stuck his head out and looked back, tears of emotion flowing from his eyes.
Yes!
Exposed!
At this time, the carriage had just left the market blocked by the Dragon Guard, and in the Yellow Crane Tower, there was a beam of talent shooting straight into the sky.
It almost lit up the entire capital.
The talents of heaven and earth gather together, and the dragon of talents hovers outside the Yellow Crane Tower.
When~
A heavenly voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and the ripples spread, covering the entire Huatian Mansion.
Then golden ancient characters appeared in the sky above the Yellow Crane Tower, turning into light butterflies in the void and flying towards the pedestal of the Yellow Crane Tower.
Mingfu!
Minglou!
at this time.
The Dragon Guards guarding the Yellow Crane Tower market were attracted by this strange phenomenon. They turned their heads to look in the direction of the Yellow Crane Tower, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Yellow Crane Tower... Mingfu's poem comes out!
Hua Baguang was stunned and muttered: "It's His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness again, ah ah ah..."
He held his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.
at the same time.
A bachelor of letters came running.
one.
two.
…
eighteen
…
One hundred and eight, more and more literati and bachelors wearing Confucian robes swarmed in.
They were stopped outside the market, looking in the direction of the Yellow Crane Tower, their enthusiasm reaching the extreme.
"Mingfu Shici, let me go in, this is a hundred taels of silver, hurry up..."
"Brother Long Wei, please be accommodating. This Yuanxi case has been closed a long time ago. Your Majesty has already issued a notice. Why are you still stopping us?"
"Please!"
The scholars did not dare to break through, and were extremely anxious at this time.
Mingfu's poems are in it.
The key is maybe meeting a great scholar who left Mingfu's poems. This is a great opportunity.
Now the holy meeting is about to be held.
How important is a Mingfu poem to their literati?
at this time.
Zhu Zhiyun waved a folding fan, walked up to Hua Baguang, and said a few words in his ear.
Hua stripped naked, shook her body, and said loudly: "Let them in, line up, and only the first hundred will get in!"
