The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 113 "Words of the World"

All eyes were on the official in an instant, and the official said proudly:

"Exactly, this was specifically pointed out when my old friend in Qingzhou wrote to me. The letter clearly recorded what happened at the banquet at that time. Perhaps the officials present at the time were shocked by his precepts, so It has not been rumored that he actually had such a masterpiece before!"

"Ah, as expected of a famous family, the family has a deep history!"

"It turns out that the source of this poem is here. The next time I come back to the yamen gathering, I will take good care of those people who are trying to get fame!"

"I don't know how romantic and suave Chu Shizi is. If you let me see Chu Shizi once, Xiaoya will die without regret!"

In the hall, everyone's eyes widened and they were directly shocked, and the most excited ones were of course the oirans one by one. They could not wait to burn incense and worship Buddha, pray that Prince Chu would be lucky to them, and leave one or two verses to become the next Fukui. Fragrance is just around the corner.

Chu Yuanzhen nodded slightly. He had heard of this poem before, and it was definitely an excellent love poem.

He is becoming more and more interested in Chu Linyang. If you say that writing a poem is like smoke rising from your grave, and a blind cat hitting a mouse to death.Those two excellent works in a row, this is the embodiment of strength, there is no doubt about it.

Yes, I just like the look of you who have never seen the world. Chu Linyang, who is still in the corner, watches everyone discussing himself, his thoughts are flowing, and there is no disturbance on the surface.Because he is 'Wei Zheng' now, the matter of Chu Linyang should not be related to 'Wei Zheng'.

At this time, Xiaoya, who is all-round and exquisite, turned her winking eyes, and said softly: "Masters, since everyone is so interested in poetry at the moment, how about my little girl's suggestion that we compose poetry on the spot for the next event?"

Xiaoya is very capable of controlling the field. She may feel that it is inappropriate for everyone present to focus all their attention on a person who is not present. It is not that she has neglected today's protagonist Chu Zhuangyuan.

After all, the purpose of these oirans coming here uninvited is that man in green clothes, the number one scholar in the 27th year of Yuan Jing, and now the number one swordsman in the capital.

He not only satisfies the enthusiasm of Jiaofangsi's women for talents and beauties, but also satisfies their fantasies of knights in the rivers and lakes, double aura.

Therefore, as soon as the news of his coming to the Jiaofang Division came, twelve oirans came uninvited and offered to accompany the wine.

Don't forget the original intention, just have to always!
Chu Shizi and everything are imaginary, elusive, and Chu Yuanzhen is the one who is sitting in the field now.

Seeing the eyes of all the people present gathered, Xiaoya, with a scholarly temperament, continued: "It's still the old rule, gentlemen, one sentence at a time, with a limit of [-] breaths, and those who fail to utter a line when the time is up will be punished with a drink." Bowl, how do you guys feel?"

"it is good"

"It's good, it's just too easy"

Everyone applauded, all of them were full of confidence. All the people present here were Jinshi who had studied hard for dozens of years since they were young. The Little Poetry Club is still within reach.

This is Fuxiang lady who covered her mouth with a chuckle and said:

"My lords are very talented. It's really inappropriate to have no restrictions on the subject matter of poems. Let's use 'Sword' and 'Plum' as the titles. The sequence starts with Zhuangyuanlang, how about it?"

"Okay!" Chu Yuanzhen became interested when he heard that, drank the wine in his hand, and pondered for a while.

The eyes of all colleagues and the oirans stared at Chu Yuanzhen together, looking forward to seeing the literary talent of the number one scholar.

Within twenty breaths, suddenly Chu Yuanzhen's eyes lit up, he stood up, and said in his mouth, "But with the sword in your hand, you can cut through Wanliyun."

"Good poem, after hearing this poem, the image of a free and heroic swordsman who cuts through thorns and goes upstream appears vividly on the paper!"

"One sentence cuts through thousands of miles of clouds. Such a sword spirit, indulges in the sword, and thus goes forward indomitably. Zhuangyuan Lang is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the world!"

All the people present were full of praise. It was rare that Chu Yuanzhen could write such high-spirited poems after all his experience in the world. It shows that he has not changed at all with the passage of time, and he is still the high-spirited him before.

Chu Yuanzhen himself felt very satisfied, the sword was not old, he nodded with a smile, and drank the wine immediately.

Immediately after the game continued, some people thought hard and found nothing in the end, and found that it would be better to drink.Some people simply abandon their children and accept the punishment, and find that drinking is also very good.

There were also people who chanted poems and made right remarks, causing the crowd to applaud continuously and drink a lot of wine.

Soon, the person sitting in front of Chu Linyang had just written a poem chanting Mei, and sat back with a bright face. It seemed that it would be Chu Linyang's turn next.
Then all the eyes in the hall were focused, and once again noticed this handsome man with an idiot inside.

At this time, No. [-] Chu Yuanzhen suddenly said: "Okay, everyone, let's move on to the next link. Brother Wei is not in good condition today, so don't make things difficult for him."

Chu Linyang narrowed his eyes, stood up slowly in full view of everyone, nodded to No. [-], looked at everyone with a smile and said:

"Thirty breaths should not have arrived yet. Since it is an event that everyone present, Wei is no exception. There are no poems, but there is one sentence that I often use to warn myself and encourage everyone!"

From No. [-] to the official, from the official to the oiran, from the oiran to the servant girl serving at the banquet, they were all watching him, waiting to see.

After a pause, he said the first sentence leisurely: "The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening."

Bao Jianfeng comes out of sharpening.Hearing the first sentence, everyone subconsciously corrected the expressions on their faces and widened their eyes.

Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, he straightened his back unconsciously, half bent over the desk, and made a posture of leaning forward, looking forward to the next sentence.

The sharpness of a sword needs constant tempering. As a swordsman, a person who raises a sword, using the sword as a metaphor, isn't he talking about him present, he likes this sentence so much.

Chu Linyang looked around at the crowd, and finally looked at the plum blossoms blooming outside the house, leaving only a resolute side face, and read the second sentence: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The officials present chewed this sentence, and their expressions changed from joy at the beginning of hearing the sentence to sadness after aftertaste.

Even the most basic expression management of being an official is a bit out of control.

Because these words are like a ray of sunlight, directly irradiating the long-forgotten suffering of studying in the hearts of the adults, and the faintly visible thin boy emerged in his mind and bowed to him gently. How determined is the look in his eyes.

In empathy, there were officials from poor families present at their desks and wept bitterly, as if all the hardships along the way came to their hearts.

(End of this chapter)