Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 155 Half a Poem

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuanxiong faced Lin Su and said sternly, "Young Master Lin, what else do you have to say?"

Lin Sudao: "Last night the stars last night, the wind last night, the west of the painting building and the east of Guitang... I don't know if the stars are unique to your family, or the wind is unique to your family, or the painting building and Guitang are unique to your family. ?”

Zhang Haoran added: "Everyone here may not have been to Lin's house, I'm sorry I have been, his family's painting building and Guitang are quite beautifully built, and before the township examination, there was a woman who lived in seclusion on the painting building, Brother Lin, This guest from the painting building, who had a mutual affection with you that day, is probably your concubine now?"

Lin Su laughed: "I'm sorry, it's true!"

Everyone looked at each other.

what is going on?
Zhou Tong has the pain of leaving his hometown, and missing his wife can make a peerless poem.

As for Lin Su's painting hall, there was a woman hidden in it at that time, and now she has become his concubine, which seems to be more suitable for a tacit understanding...

"Everyone, let me be fair!" A person stood up, "It's really hard to convince the public that this poem was written by him just because he has traveled far away from home and has a painting hall and Guitang at home."

The man was a thin young man of plain appearance.

Another person beside him picked it up: "Brother Huo said it is true. Young Master Lin wrote "Last Night", and the temple has approved it. All his actions in the later stage are colorful poems, which is enough to prove that he has this ability. Brother Zhou What about it? Apart from "Last Night", do you have any other colorful poems as proof?"

The two jumped out and disrupted Zhang Hong's rhythm.

Zhang Hong glanced at the two of them coldly: "It is common for a person to achieve a colorful poem in his life. Does it mean that anyone who only writes a colorful poem should be questioned? And this Brother Lin, there is evidence that , All his colorful poems are plagiarized! What is the reason for the two of you to open up your eyes for literary thieves?"

The faces of the two of them sank, and they didn't dare to argue anymore...

Lin Su smiled slightly: "There is evidence that...hehe, where is the evidence? Is it this clown?"

clown?

Zhou Tong was furious, and the people over there were also furious.

Lin Su waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't argue, you said you wrote "Last Night", I said I wrote it, we can't understand it, but do you know that I only wrote half of "Last Night" ?”

Everyone was shocked, only half of it?
Zhou Tong was also taken aback. This move completely exceeded his imagination...

Lin Su said: "Since you insist that "Last Night" is yours, I will give you a chance to write the whole poem. As long as you can write it and still keep the colorful colors, I will admit that it was written by you. On the contrary, if you I can’t write it, but I can, whoever the poem belongs to, any fool will know.”

Zhou Tong's face was pale, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"Write or not?" Lin Su took out a golden paper pen and handed it to him.

Zhou Tong shook his head lightly: "This poem is already complete, any sentence is superfluous..."

"Really? Then I will write the complete poem, and you can tell me which sentence is redundant..."

Lin Su started to write:
"Last night, the stars and the last night were windy. The west side of the painting building is on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix on the body and two wings. There is a clear understanding in the heart. The next seat is to send the hook spring wine to warm up, and the Cao shoots the red lanterns. I am listening to the drums and answering the officials. I go to Malan. Turntables."

Zhang Haoran's eyes brightened: "When I watched "Last Night", I also had doubts. It wrote a blurred feeling, but there was no scene to explain it. With these last four lines, it is a complete poem."

The young man surnamed Huo said with a smile: "Hualou and Guitang have clearly pointed out that this is the love of officials, and it has been confirmed later. It has a beginning and an end, and there are scenes and feelings. It is "Last Night"!"

As soon as Lin Su put away his pen, the multi-colored glow filled the air, faintly bringing green edges.

Cyan is the color handed down from generation to generation, and he added this to the Book of Songs, and it is half-passed down from generation to generation.

The faces of Zhang Hong and Zhao Yuanxiong all changed.

They chose "Last Night" as a breakthrough. The main reason is that the poem "Last Night" is very hazy and seems to be suitable for everyone, but who would have thought that this poem is only half a poem?
Once it is completed today, who can be more controversial?
Zhao Yuanxiong took a deep breath: "Even though "Last Night" was not written by Brother Zhou, it does not prove that it was written by Lin Su. Perhaps a certain master wrote the complete "Last Night", and Mr. Lin copied half of it first, and will write it again today." I don't know if I copied half of it."

As soon as this topic was brought up, a group of people responded, and everyone came together in a chaotic manner, and that Zhou Tong disappeared without a trace.

The topic is still there!
Zhang Haoran was angry: "Are you finished? Let alone poetry, what about words? The Ci Zhiwen Road was only opened in May last year. At this time, all the 71 masters are dead? Could it be that they had already written Ci before it appeared in the world?" Alright, handed down Qing Ci "Sapphire Case"?"

"Exactly!" Mr. Huo and the people around him agreed in unison.

The world knows that the word came out, it was in May last year, at that time, Dingnanhou had been dead for more than a month, even if his master had been poisoned, how could it be possible to leave him with a word that hadn’t been invented at that time? What came out?
As soon as this topic came up, the whole building fell silent.

Suddenly, a person coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention, but it was Qu Jin. Qu Jin hadn't spoken for a long time, but now he stood up slowly: "Brother Lin, I'm really sorry, I certainly want the friendship of all relatives, but The holy way is clear, I still have to stand on the side of the holy way, don't blame Brother Lin in Wanwang."

Lin Su stared at him, as if he didn't recognize him suddenly, and slowly, a smile appeared on his face: "Young Master Jin, what do you want to say?"

Qu Jin said slowly: "You all know that the brothers of the Lin family stayed at the Qu family, and my younger brother also occasionally heard the whispers of the two brothers, which involved a big secret. Although the family ugliness is not publicized, but based on the holy way, how dare the younger brother follow private matters?" ?”

Zhang Hong bowed deeply: "Brother Qu is for the holy way and does not follow personal feelings, he is really a literati! Please tell me frankly..."

Qu Jin turned to Lin Su: "Brother Lin, did you really say it?"

Lin Su nodded with a smile: "I also really want to know what private conversation I had with my second brother that you overheard."

The building is full of silence, and a needle can be heard...

Qu Jindao: "Everyone said that the third son of Lin's poetry is peerless, but the two brothers talked about one thing, which involved the Nanchu layman of the original Ci sect of Baiji in the ancient country of Nanyang. This woman stole the poems of the Layman of Southern Chu and passed them on to her family, and the relationship between the Qingqiu Fox Clan and our Third Young Master Lin must be clear to everyone..."

Everyone was shocked.

His ci works come from Southern Chu Lay?
Just because he planted a Yaozu woman next to the layman of Nanchu as a traitor?

And he happened to be mixed with the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and the depth of his relationship was unparalleled...

This is much more believable than what Zhou Tong said just now.

There are plots and chains, and they also answered everyone's questions by the way.

Everyone's question is, Ci has just been created, how can he be able to write colorful and even handed down Ci for the next time, if it is attributed to the Layman of Southern Chu, everything will be a matter of course.

Sitting at the top, Wang Chengnian suddenly stood up.

Everyone below looked up together, all shocked, Wang Chengnian and Wang Daru are the most calm people, what's wrong?
Wang Chengnian went down step by step and came to Lin Su: "The old man has just returned from Baijiyuan. There is indeed a fox girl beside the Layman of Southern Chu, and the old man mentioned the "Sapphire Case". Why, that's how it is! That's how it is!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and the great Confucianists had all come to a conclusion!

Lin Su's face remained unchanged: "What exactly do you understand?"

"Da Cang's poetry is not very good, so he just chases after him head-on. With this kind of low-handed means, even if he gets a green poem handed down to the world, can he make Da Cang's face proud? No! It's just a shame! It's a great shame! Laymen in Nanchu listen When the old man mentioned the "Sapphire Case", although he didn't refute it clearly, and gave the old man a three-point face, but this kind of mercy is so ironic, you are a literary thief, and the old man is so embarrassing..."

The old man's beard was flying, and the scene was almost out of control.

Lin Su stood up slowly: "The old man really believes what Qu Jin said?"

"As a relative, it's such a respectable act to read the Dao without following personal feelings, how can you not believe it?"

"Hehe, the old man really believes that the Layman of Southern Chu could write the "Sapphire Case"?"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! A generation of Ci masters couldn't write it, but you can!"

Everyone exploded...

Lin Su: "I don't know why Qu Jin wants to spread rumors and slander, and I also don't know why the old man is so angry at each other, but there are ways to clean himself up, how about this, let me write the next half of the poem, all of you The world will go down to make up the second half of the poem, and I can ask the laymen of Southern Chu, as long as I can make it up as a handed down work, I, Lin Su, will consider myself a deceitful person from now on, if I can't make up, so what?"

All quiet.

Write half a word?

Then go make up all day?
Supplement handed down?

How can it be?

A work that is handed down from generation to generation is rare, and absolutely no one will know before writing the words that the words will be passed down from generation to generation...

Wang Chengnian stared into Lin Su's eyes: "You mean handed down?"

"Exactly! Half of the poem I wrote, if you can complete it and hand it down to the world, I think I am deceiving the world. If you can't make it up, and I make it up to the world, do you admit that this poem is my original?"

Zhang Haoran stood up: "That's natural!"

"Approved!" Mr. Huo pulled his companion to stand up straight together.

"What about you?" Lin Su looked at Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Qu Jin, Lu Yujing, Zuo Chunlang and others.

"The words are not on the paper, but the dream is passed on to the world! Daydreaming!" Zhang Hong sneered: "Since everyone recognizes it, why don't we recognize it?!"

Lin Su said: "If I can do it, can I wash away the dirty water you poured on me?"

Wang Chengnian said: "If you can write original handed down poems, all doubts will naturally disappear. What if you can't?"

"If I can't write it, or if someone else writes it first, I will withdraw from the scientific examination, and I will never pick up my literary heart!" Lin Su said: "If I can write it, I want you five to withdraw from this palace examination!"

He tapped five times with his finger, namely Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Lu Yujing, Qu Jin, and the Chenzhou Huiyuan Zuo Chunlang who jumped out first.

The expressions of Zhang Haoran and Zhang Yiyu beside him all changed. Words handed down from generation to generation?
Everyone knows that you like to gamble, but you can't gamble like this, right?It is extremely difficult to hand down poems from generation to generation. In the entire Dacang, after thousands of years, there are only twenty green poems handed down from generation to generation, and eight of them are colorful poems that have been handed down from generation to generation. What do you mean by passing down colorful poems?It is just a colorful poem at the moment of birth, and after a long time, it has been handed down by more people and more recognition.

There are only a dozen or so poems that have been handed down from generation to generation!Those who really received the rewards from the temple were only those poems and poems that were handed down from generation to generation as soon as they were born.

With the accumulation of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of literati have jointly created more than a dozen poems handed down from generation to generation. Do you want to write handed down poems before you even start writing?Basically the equivalent of daydreaming!
And the stakes are so high, once you can't write it out, or the words can't be handed down to the world, you will be cut off from the literary world forever!
Five people including Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Lu Yujing, Zuo Chunlang, and Zhang Jin looked at each other, and they all saw excitement in each other's eyes.

Zhang Hong is the son of Zhang Wenyuan, and Zhao Yuanxiong is the son of Zhao Xun. They have long been at odds with the Lin family. They cut off Lin Su's scientific research path, and the two families have no worries. But what does this have to do with Lu Yujing and Zuo Chunlang?Although Lu Yujing and Zuo Chunlang are younger children, they have already learned their father's way of being an official. What is the way of being an official?

His Majesty the Emperor doesn't like the Lin family, and he only wants to wipe out the Lin family. If you stand up and help the royal family fulfill this wish, the royal family owes you?

Therefore, they followed Zhang Hong and Zhao Yuanxiong closely, and followed Lin Su to the end.

But Qu Jin is different, he is a member of the Qu family, and he clearly understands the suppression of the Qu family by the royal family. Even if Qu Wendong, the head of the Qu family, chooses the Lin family, the younger generations of the Qu family can have different choices. Qu Jin and these The children of the rich and powerful have become very close friends, and even dream of wanting to integrate into their circle, he also has his own plans, even if the Qu family really disappears in the future, he can use his loyalty to the royal family in exchange for another situation in his life , Zhang, Zhao, Lu, and Qin, the high-ranking officials' children, had promised him that they would never give up on him no matter what.

Therefore, he stood up today, betrayed his grandfather, and used more insidious means to deal with Lin Su.

The first chess piece they buried, Zhou Tong, was destroyed as Lin Su questioned his injury and added half of the song "Last Night".

The second chess piece they buried was Wang Chengnian, how did they bury it?That is, Qu Jin deliberately did not tell Lin Su that Wang Chengnian would give lectures in the morning, and intentionally made Lin Su miss Wang Chengnian's class.

What kind of person is Wang Chengnian?It’s fine if you don’t participate in the poetry meeting, but if you go to the poetry meeting after he finished his lecture, it’s an out-and-out insult. They used this method to make Wang Chengnian feel disgusted with Lin Su. I have to say, this trick Very poisonous, Wang Chengnian is indeed tired of Lin Su, but the problem is that Lin Su's counterattack is very sharp, and Wang Chengnian can't really drive him into a situation of eternal doom.

Just when they felt in a dilemma, Lin Su took the initiative to bring them a turning point.

It only takes a bet to cut off his literary career and fulfill their wishes. How can they not be tempted by this?

Historical experience tells them that it is best not to gamble with the person in front of them, but common sense tells them that this bet is guaranteed to win!
If it was just colorful words, they might be really afraid, but how could it be possible for the words handed down from generation to generation?

(End of this chapter)