Swish, brush, brush...

"It's easy to change the heart of the old man,"

"But the truth is that people's hearts change easily."

"It's half past midnight when Lishan speaks."

"The tears, rain, and bells will never complain."

"How lucky is Jin Yilang,"

"Biyi Lianzhi wishes for that day."

…

Lin Haoran's brush traveled on the white rice paper, and each line of poetry was like a cannonball with plaintiveness, which burst out in the hall after the beautiful lady's wonderful recitation.

Every word of this sentence is transmitted to everyone's eardrums, it is like a burst of notes, making people deafening, making people's scalp numb, and making people unwilling to indulge in it.

There was no sound at Pan Xian's poetry meeting. Everyone seemed to have been defeated. There were many people with tears in their eyes. The waitress who recited was also affected, and her voice was a bit choked at the end.

The beaded curtain had been opened by the maid, and Mulan, the piano master, had strange eyes. When she heard "tears, rain, and bells will never complain," she stood up and prepared to walk this way. But after all, she felt something was wrong, so she held tight

He tugged on the handkerchief, turned his head away, and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Jiang Ronghua is a person who really understands poetry. He sighed bitterly and then looked at this former classmate. He was obviously impressed by this man's talent.

The old man in plain clothes was sitting in front of the long table. He couldn't help but pick up the wine glass again. He raised his head and wanted to drink it all in one gulp. However, he suddenly burst into laughter. The wine in the glass had been emptied by him a moment ago.

Zheng Shijie's body couldn't help but take a few steps back. When he heard the last sentence, he fell down on the chair, his lower belly and legs trembling slightly, as if all his strength had been drained away.

All the illusions were shattered at this moment. The head of the Shicheng case turned out to be so amazing. Fortunately, he kept waiting to see the joke. Unknown to him, everyone became a joke.

Not to mention these young and vigorous scholars, even those highly respected scholars seemed to be mourning their heirs. Knowing that all their wishful thinking had come to nothing, the limelight of this Pan Xian Poetry Fair still belongs to Shicheng County.

The difference from last year is that at that time they all knew Jiang Yuebai's talent, so if they lose, they lose.

But this time I thought I was sure of winning, especially since Shicheng County named a "nerd" as the head of the case, which was simply suicidal. But who would have thought that this humble nerd would use the most violent means to kill Maoming,

Students from the four cities of Dianbai, Huazhou and Xinyi were all dragged to the ground, becoming the most dazzling presence in the entire poetry meeting.

"This word should come to light!"

"The Order of Magnolia is probably going to be difficult to write!"

"I didn't expect that after Jiang Yuebai, another genius would emerge from Shicheng!"

…

Respected scholars all lamented that some people really admired the lyrics, while others inevitably had a sour taste. At least in their eyes, Lin Haoran's level was lower than Jiang Yuebai's.

After all, he was still unwilling to give up, but a Juren said with a fake smile: "Shicheng has indeed produced another genius, but he only understands lyrics and not poetry. This is a pity."

"That's true. Our poetry club still has to rely on poetry to hold the line. Even though the words are good, if there are no good poems, we still won't be able to convince the crowd!" Some people seemed to agree and cooperated to suppress Lin Haoran.

In just a few words, the label of "only knowing words but not poetry" was put on Lin Haoran's head. Even if his talent is promoted, it will undoubtedly be discounted.

Shameless!

Shameless!

Who dares to dissent?

Gu Qingfeng and others secretly cursed in their hearts that in order to help the candidates in their own county, these old guys even didn't care about their face. But after all, times are different, and they didn't dare to really jump out and refute, otherwise they would be labeled as disrespectful to their elders.

An old man went even further and joked loudly to the people around him: "Since I don't understand poetry, I don't know how to pass the examination of poetry in Shicheng County. I know it's about writing bamboo, so I can't think of him just fooling someone."

Have you read this article?"

"I think it's possible. After all, the requirements for this test poem are not strict, haha!" The former Juren's eyes lit up and he agreed.

Lin Haoran originally wanted to put down the pen, but after hearing these words, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he immediately wrote down the test poem he had written that day with a splash of ink.

"Section after section, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves."

"I don't bloom so I don't attract bees and butterflies."

…

This poem was still read aloud by the beautiful waitress. She first read out the first two sentences. When it came to the end, she looked at everyone with a proud look, and then uttered the last two sentences.

Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.

This sentence seems to be a slap in the face. Don’t you suspect that I can’t compose poetry? Don’t you think that I am just a nerd who is immersed in studying? I will explain to you now, I am just immersed in studying and disdain the prosperity of the world.

Snap! Snap!

Those who were sitting at the opposite table, including the highly respected Maoming elders, felt as if they had been slapped in the face. No one dared to say a word, and they all looked at Lin Haoran blankly.

Can they say that Lin Haoran deliberately hid his clumsiness and made them look embarrassed?

cannot!

Lin Haoran's "If I don't bloom, I won't stir up peaks and butterflies." This is about bamboo, but it expresses ambition with things. People are people with great ambitions. What they want is to grow into pillars, and they don't bother to do anything.

A talented person who attracts bees and butterflies.

After finishing the poem, the hall fell into silence again, with only the noisy sounds outside coming in.

Lin Haoran put down his pen, raised his head and looked at the old man who had "found fault" with a half-smile, and bowed his hands domineeringly towards them. Even the judge couldn't help but return the salute to him.

Previously, everyone felt that Lin Haoran's talent was unexpected, but after this poem, no one felt that he was a man who truly pursued knowledge, and was not on the same level as those young people who pursue talent and fame.

"Zihou, this trip is worth it! In my opinion, Jiang Yuebai is nothing more than this, and this one is above him."

The manuscript of the poem was copied and a copy was sent to the old man in plain clothes. After carefully reading it, the old man in plain clothes stroked his beard and beard without concealing his appreciation for Lin Haoran.

Everyone looked at each other in shock when they heard this, but they didn't expect that this person would give such a high evaluation. You know, Jiang Yuebai is famous not only in Gaozhou Prefecture, but also in the Guangdong and Guangxi areas.

But they did not dare to refute, because from Chen Xuezheng's attitude towards the old man in plain clothes, we could know that this man was either rich or noble. Moreover, Lin Haoran's poems fully proved that his talent was indeed unparalleled.

There will be two short episodes in the poem!

When Chen Xuezheng asked everyone to write poems based on the topic "bamboo", a group of students picked up their pens but were unable to start. Many people looked at Lin Haoran's poem and put down their pens in frustration.

When the poetry meeting was about to end, Zhang Tongzhi from Gaozhou Prefecture suddenly rushed here and went straight to the old man in plain clothes who was second seat. However, the old man in plain clothes was very cold and stood up and left after a while, but Zhang Tongzhi and Chen Xuezheng insisted on

Send each other off.

"Who is Mr. Weng?"

"Didn't you hear what Zhang Tongzhi called him?"

"Ah? He is from our province... Weng Shangshu?"

…

Watching Mr. Weng leave, everyone guessed the identity of the old man in plain clothes. It turned out to be Weng Shangshu who was angered by Jiajing for resigning and "reduced his status to serve the people".
Chapter completed!