After Yin Xiaoshuai finished writing the lyrics, he quickly walked to the counter and handed it to the clerk at the counter.
After Yin Xiaoshuai left, Mr. Na came to the counter quietly.
"Quick, brother, show me the poem of that person just now."
"oh oh!"
So the civil servant quickly handed the piece of paper with the poems written by Yin Xiaoshuai to Mr. Na.
Mr. Na took a closer look and said, wait, no, the poem is written, but why is Yin Xiaoshuai's real name not written.
Mr. Na turned back to look at Yin Xiaoshuai's retreating figure and sighed involuntarily.
So Mr. Na quickly handed the poems to the civilian staff and left.
Early the next morning.
The living room of Zhang Mansion.
The eldest lady, Zhang Haiyan, was sitting on a chair, and three female guards, Zhang Enyu, Chu Ci, and Mr. Na, stood aside.
Grandpa Yang sat next to Zhang Haiyan.
"Miss, I have found out clearly that the son of Yin Weijia, the shopkeeper of the Yin family mansion in Jinxiangwei in the Wenling area, is the third-rank military attache of our dynasty, General Dingyuan Yin Xiaoshuai. This man has learned swordsmanship since he was a child and studied books on the art of war and strategy. He is a rare talent in our dynasty." Chu Ci said respectfully.
"Is this really true? If this is true, then Wufu's literary accomplishments are no less talented and knowledgeable than Yue Wumu." Miss Zhang Haiyan said pleasantly.
"Miss, last night I reviewed a large number of poems and songs, and finally selected a poem suitable for being the leader. However, the strange thing is that the author of this poem did not write his real name, which means that it is just a poem. Nameless words." Grandpa Yang said calmly.
"Grandpa Yang, can you be sure whose poem it is?" Zhang Haiyan asked.
"I don't know." Grandpa Yang replied.
"Back to the eldest lady, Yin Xiaoshuai did come to Linghua Hall yesterday to compose poems and lyrics. His every move is under my surveillance, so that unknown poem is probably his masterpiece." Mr. Na explained.
"What? Are you sure he didn't write his name when he was writing the poem?" Zhang Haiyan said in surprise.
"It's absolutely true, Miss." Mr. Na replied.
"Wait a minute, according to my screening, I did choose an unknown poem, and it is true that only one person did not leave a name. If it is really the masterpiece of Yin Xiaoshuai, I will never believe that such a martial artist could write it. Such good words." Grandpa Yang Bin said unceremoniously.
"Grandpa Yang, maybe General Yin just wanted to express his feelings in poetry, so he made an anonymous operation. He just hoped that we could help him protect himself wisely. After all, at the Poetry Conference, many gentlemen and scholars were at odds with each other due to competition. Serious, so I think he must still hope for a happy ending." Zhang Haiyan turned her head and looked at Grandpa Yang and said.
"If you write without leaving a name, how can you confirm who is the real leader?" Grandpa Yang said helplessly.
"Don't worry, I have my own strategy to smooth things over. It can not only make Yin Xiaoshuai's poems top the list and make them available to the public, but also ease the competitive mentality of many literati." Zhang Haiyan replied.
So, it was afternoon.
At this moment, in Linghuatang Restaurant.
On the big stage.
Miss Zhang Haiyan walked up to the stage in a dignified manner.
There was a huge crowd of literati and poets in the audience, and Yin Xiaoshuai was also mixed in the crowd.
"Everyone, please be quiet. I officially announce the first leader of this poetry conference. The first leader of this poetry conference has no leader."
As soon as Zhang Haiyan finished speaking on the stage, the audience was in an uproar.
"However, this young lady has been given an unknown poem. If anyone feels that their poems are comparable to it, please take the initiative to stand on the stage."
As soon as Miss Zhang Haiyan finished speaking, she immediately took out a piece of paper and continued: "This poem is called "Butterfly Love Flower". In the text, the stamens are red and the green apricots are small. When the colorful butterflies fly, the catkins on the branches blow. There are so few. I asked you where you are causing the dust. Butterflies and flowers are not from the same family. The flowers are beautiful and beautiful, but the sound in the song gradually fades away, and the passionate people are annoyed by ruthlessness."
At this time, Mr. Hua Yiming and Mr. Guo Shaohong happened to pass by Linghuatang Restaurant on horseback. As soon as they entered the Linghuatang Restaurant, they saw Miss Zhang Haiyan reciting poems and composing poems.
When Hua Yiming heard this, he clapped his hands involuntarily and cheered loudly.
"Good, good, what a beautiful lady with flowers. The sound in the song fades away, and the sentimental people are annoyed by the ruthlessness. The original intention of this poem is that the author does not want to be troubled by love, and hopes to tell everyone that in the pursuit of love, you should go with the flow, not Blindly forcing. After listening to this word, I feel really energetic. It seems that there is a rush of blood in my heart, and I want to go out and fight with foreigners for 300 rounds. To be honest, this word must have come from a noble military commander. hand."
Master Hua Yiming said with great emotion.
"Shaojie, Mr. Hua, your careful taste is definitely worthy of your taste as the first pavilion elder in Hanyang. However, it is a pity that the author of this poem only wrote the lyrics without leaving his name."
Miss Zhang Haiyan on the stage quickly praised.
"Miss Zhang, the original intention of literature is to share and improve the artistic conception. The author only wrote the lyrics without leaving a name, and he won the top spot. I guess this person's original intention is to hope that everyone will not hurt the harmony by proposing marriage through literature." Guo Master Shao Hong said respectfully.
Suddenly, the people around were in an uproar, and they suddenly realized one after another.
At this time, Yin Xiaoshuai, who was in the crowd, looked at the people around him and remained silent among the crowd.
Afterwards, everyone in the audience left one by one.
Yin Xiaoshuai looked at the disappointed looks on the faces of many people, and suddenly felt that he had not been discovered by Miss Zhang Haiyan for the time being. It seemed that he had been very successful in hiding.
At night, this night.
Yin Xiaoshuai opened a letter in his mansion.
When Yin Xiaoshuai opened the letter and read it, he burst into tears.
The letter stated that Yin Xiaoshuai's father, Yin Weijia, had fallen ill, and his mother, Ye Xueying, could only take on the entire family business alone.
Yin Xiaoshuai then picked up his brush and wrote a letter.
In the letter, Yin Xiaoshuai wrote that he hoped that his mother would not worry too much about her children. When the world is peaceful and prosperous, Yin Xiaoshuai will definitely become prosperous, wealthy, return in triumph, and return to his hometown to take good care of his parents.
At the same time, Lord Hua Yiming and Lord Guo Shaohong returned to the cabinet hall.
Mr. Guo Shaohong couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that Miss Zhang is also very sensible about the marriage proposal! She will not break the casserole and ask the truth just because there is an unknown person who has good poems!"
"Ms. Zhang's appearance is stunning. In fact, the poetry competition is just an opportunity for her to observe people's behavior and see if there are more outstanding people on the list." Hua Yiming said cautiously.
"Master Hua, do you think Zhang Rengui, who is part of the civil service group among our officials, is suspected of forming a clique?"
As soon as Mr. Guo Shaohong finished speaking, Hua Yiming thought for a moment, and then said: "The truth will be revealed after the Beizhen Fusi investigation comes to light."
