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It was also the first time for Lin Tian to see this vision, and he thought to himself: "Li Bai, the Poet Immortal, is very powerful. If you take out a random poem, you will be able to suppress the country!"

And the geniuses around, including the former Zhang Hui, all dropped their jaws in shock, and looked at all this with dull eyes. For a moment, Zhang Hui's literary palace kept shaking and cracks appeared, which was a warning before him. What you did was against the Word.

At this time, the bead curtain on the stage had already been lifted, and Miss Li, who was wearing a light veil, walked off the stage quickly and came to the broken desk, trembling all over, carefully reading this poem. Poetry, the trembling and excitement in its voice cannot be concealed at all.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If we hadn't met in Zuixiang Tower, we would have met Yaotai under the moon. . .Mr. Lin, is this poem really a gift to my little girl? "

Lin Tian was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had missed his hand, and the writing was too expensive. Although he didn't understand the rarity of poetry in this world, he didn't need to think about it, but he knew that not everyone could write it. .

But what he doesn't know is that "Zhen Guo Poems" are worth a thousand dollars, and there is no market for them, especially this original manuscript, which is extremely valuable for collection, and it can be collected and treated as a family heirloom by ordinary wealthy families.

"Eh~ If you like it, you can take it, but this... can you move it?" Lin Tian looked at the poem that weighed more than a thousand gold, and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a figure rushed in from the gate of Zuixiang Tower.

"Get out of the way, let me see which senior wrote the Zhenguo poem!"

All the talented scholars were shaken by this talented voice, and pushed away automatically. In a blink of an eye, a middle-aged man in official uniform walked over quickly with an excited expression on his face.

"Prefect Dong!"

"Master Zhifu is here!"

Everyone hurriedly saluted and said hello, but the magistrate didn't even think about returning the salute. He waved his hand, and didn't even look to the side. He stared at the poem embedded in the ground at first glance, like that. I'm afraid that this poem will run away with long legs.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful..." The magistrate read out the sentence slowly, and with his academic status, he could see the subtlety of this poem at a glance, and was intoxicated by it. After reading it, he shouted three times "Okay" ", he just raised his head now, intending to look for the "senior", he glanced around, did not see any Confucian scholars?
Not to mention these high-ranking figures, even the Jinshi didn't see it. Could it be that the "senior" left after writing the poem?

The woman in this poem wrote it. . .Could it be this girl?

Thinking of this, Dong Zhifu hurriedly asked Miss Xiangli, "Miss, do you know where the poet is now?"

Miss Li was taken aback for a moment, her eyes turned slightly, and she looked at Lin Tian who was at the side.

Seeing this, Lin Tian coughed dryly, "Cough, magistrate, this poem is written by me."

Dong Zhifu instantly cast his gaze on Lin Tian, ​​looked up and down for a long time, with doubts in his eyes, "You...you are just a child, how can you compose the 'poem of township'!"

Not to mention Dong Zhifu, if the people present had not seen it with their own eyes, they would naturally not believe that a child could write such a poem. However, most people have already thought of it. Spread the word to Dahua!
"Naturally, I can prove it~" Lin Tian smiled, bent down and reached out to pick up the poem embedded in the ground, Dong Zhifu was afraid that he would spoil the precious manuscript, and almost planned to make a move, but he held back, the other party was just a child No matter how powerful it is, it will not damage Zhen Guo's poems. If he is the original author, then this poem that weighs more than a thousand catties will be as light as a feather in his hands. If not, he will never be able to pick up this poem!