The second day of Xiaosui Commentary has been closed.
There was singing and laughter in the Lin Mansion.
"Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep..."
I don’t know how many people at this celebration banquet repeated this same poem.
The night is deep, and the young men from aristocratic families at the wine table are still enthusiastic, recalling the wonderful flavor of the poem, and even shouting when excited.
In the small pavilion in the small garden, countless people toasted to Master Lin, and they were all astonished by Master Lin's wonderful performance in the Xiaosui Review.
He also tried his best to turn the tide and save the face of the family. Even if there are envious people, he still looks happy at this moment, fearing that his own compliments will be missed.
Not only Lin Xun, but also all the children of the Lin family are so proud, with smiles on their faces, I am afraid they will drink till the end of the night.
Lin Xun, as today's protagonist, is naturally among the crowd, enjoying the adulation he has never experienced in his life.
After working together for so many years, I used my talents to win their respect for the first time, and my whole heart was filled with joy.
I was already seventy percent drunk at the moment, but I didn't dare to slack off at all, because I had to always remember that what I saw today was not by my own hand, but by someone else.
He must be tight-lipped and not reveal anything. He must not ruin the talent and reputation he won today with his own hands.
Outside the Lin Mansion, the poor people gathered together, looking miserable.
What happened in Xiao Sui Ping today has long been known to the outside world.
Of the two people they personally selected, one was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot, and the other shamelessly defected to the Lin family and became a disciple of the Lin family. How ironic is this?!
What is even more embarrassing is that the dandy young master of the Lin family defeated the others with two poems and silenced all the arrogant and humble scholars.
In terms of poetic talent, no one can compare with the young master of the Lin family, Wan Yi.
A song like a dream order, a song about drinking alone under the moon, is spreading at a speed beyond people's imagination, and it has already spread to Mang County that night.
And the wine used in Xiao Sui Ping also took advantage of this sweeping trend and became an indispensable foil in addition to conversation topics.
In less than half a day, all the wine in Xiajia Winery was sold out. Scholars from all over the country wanted to take it back to their hometowns and pass on today's wine and today's events to their hometown students.
The lady in charge of the Xia family was extremely happy. She wanted to visit Uncle Lin that night, but was turned away.
When Bai Song came out of prison, he was secretly taken to Master Lin's study as soon as possible.
In the study room, there were only the Lin family and his wife, Lin Xiang'er and maid Xiao Cui.
Compared with the back garden separated by a wall, the atmosphere in the study is slightly heavier.
Lin Ting was sitting with a piece of paper in his hand, frowning and whispering:
"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."
After a few simple answers, Xiang'er turned to Bai Song, who looked at him in shock.
No one spoke, and Mother Lin, who was sitting next to me, whispered:
"Every day the cup is full of wine, and the flowers in the small garden are blooming every morning.
Sing and dance to your heart's content, without restraint or hindrance.
Tsk tsk, what a beautiful poem. Master, look at this, there is another sentence.
Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make it more sorrowful.
Oops, that’s unheard of.”
Lin Ting took a deep breath and looked at Bai Song seriously: "These poems have different artistic conceptions, different styles, and different writing methods. Are they all written by you alone?"
This is the crux of the matter!
My son admitted the problem under pressure.
These papers with exquisite poems written on them were secretly given to me by Xiao Cui.
And Xiaocui said it was given by Bai Song.
Now Lin Ting was about to hear who Bai Song had given it to.
No matter what, he wants to know who wrote the poem.
Today the Lin family is enjoying great glory, and one day a poet will come to visit.
How prosperous the Lin family is today, how miserable the Lin family will be in the future.
Bai Song smiled: "Mr. Lin, do you really think that they are all done by me?"
"Otherwise?" Lin Tingzheng frowned slightly.
"To be honest, I borrowed these poems from other people's poems."
"Other people's?" Lin Tingzheng frowned even more tightly, "Do you know the crime of borrowing someone else's work? Do you know what kind of situation this will put the Lin family into?"
"Although it is borrowed from someone else's work, no one will ever expose it."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because the poem was obtained in my dream."
"In a dream?!"
Lin Tingzheng obviously didn't believe this nonsense.
"If Mr. Lin really doesn't believe it, then I can't help it. In this case, Mr. Lin can also assume that those poems were written by me."
Lin Tingzheng looked at his wife, and Mrs. Lin also frowned and whispered: "Master, although this matter is illusory, is there any other explanation besides this? Now people in the world have regarded those two works as being from Xun'er.
Well, we are already riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off."
Lin Tingzheng nodded, knowing that things could not change again. Even if he had doubts, he did not want to delve deeper.
Gently, Lin Tingzheng placed the paper on the candlestick and watched the pieces of paper with poems written on them turn into ashes.
"Besides these few poems, did you dream of other poems in your dream?"
"Of course. I found a book in my dream called "Three Hundred Tang Poems". It is full of amazing works, and I have memorized them one by one. If Mr. Lin doesn't believe it, I will read two more poems casually.
Come."
"That's all..." Lin Ting waved his hand to interrupt, "I don't care how many poems you can write, but..."
"But we can't let the world know that Lin Xun's two poems were written by someone else?"
Lin Ting nodded seriously.
"Don't worry, I just want to be able to live a legitimate life with Xiang'er, I don't care about anything else."
After hearing this, Xiang'er's eyes flashed, and she slowly took two steps towards Bai Song, leaning closer to him.
"Dad...Bai Song is not a person who breaks his word."
Lin Ting was unwilling to give up, but was helpless. He nodded, waved his hand and said, "You go ahead."
…
"Xiao Cui, go and prepare hot water for my uncle. This whole body stinks and needs a good wash."
As soon as you go out, Xiang'er will urgently make arrangements for you.
Xiaocui responded and ran to the kitchen to give instructions.
Bai Song was naturally happy to be released from prison. Looking at Xiang'er's cute appearance, he felt more excited than a breakup than a wedding. He wanted to go over and hug him, but he could smell the stench on his body.
It felt a bit abrupt, so in the end we had no choice but to walk side by side.
Xiang'er secretly looked at Bai Song, and after holding back for a long time, she asked: "You really didn't write those poems?"
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Not really, I just feel... those poems seem to be written by you."
"Why do you feel so?"
"After getting along for a long time, I realize that you are different from ordinary people."
"Hahaha..." Bai Song laughed, feeling a little proud.
Lin Xiang'er immediately reminded: "This is not a compliment, you can't get carried away. Especially in the future, you can't cause trouble at will!"
"Yes, yes... I will obey my wife's orders."
Xiao Cui fetched water and brought it to the woodshed, and gave the rest to Bai Rou.
Bai Rou is used to giving her brother a bath.
Bai Song was also used to his sister staying by the bathtub.
The brother and sister hadn't seen each other for several days, and they had endless things to talk about.
While taking a shower, we chatted a bit and completely forgot about the days in jail.
…
For the nobles, there is no sleep tonight.
For Bai Song, tonight is just like every other night.
After a dream, there is another sunny day.
After ending his prison life, Bai Song's life seemed to be returning to normal.
Early in the morning, Xiaocui sent a message.
It is said that today, the descendants of various noble families were invited to visit the mountain and asked Bai Song whether he could go.
Of course Bai Song is going.
I have missed the New Year's Eve review two days ago, so today I want to take a look at the lives of the children of these aristocratic families no matter what.
The two days of book reviews have ended, and the third day will be a relaxing day, with only young children from each family participating, not the elders of each family.
When young people look forward to the Xiao Sui Ping, they are nothing more than looking forward to the fun on the third day.
This is also an opportunity for families to communicate with each other and promote feelings.
Girls from various families will also attend, especially those who are unmarried, and are particularly popular.
Early in the morning, the family's team was waiting at the door of Lin's mansion.
Xiaocui ran out and shouted: "Miss, my uncle said he wants to go too."
Xiao Nizi was careless, did not pay attention to the occasion, and her voice was loud, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.
"Uncle..."
"Is he the son-in-law from a poor family?"
"Is he the son-in-law from a poor family who beat up the young master of the Zheng family?"
"Shouldn't he be locked up in jail? He should be released so soon?"
"The young master of the Lin family has become famous in Xiaosui Ping, so the Lin family's son-in-law also doesn't want to give the Zheng family face?"
"It is said that one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, that's all."
There was a lot of discussion around, Xiang'er urgently pulled Xiaocui to her side, lowered her voice and said: "What are you doing? Who told you to ask him?"
Xiao Cui looked pitiful and pouted: "Miss, didn't you say that everyone can go? Why can't I go..."
Xiang'er frowned, thinking that releasing Bai Song was done in private. Bai Song should keep a low profile and shouldn't show his face at this time.
Xiang'er didn't plan to let Bai Song come with her, but she didn't expect that the maid would have an extra mouth.
Before Xiang'er could react, Bai Song had already cleaned up and came out.
"Xiang'er, when should we set off?"
There was a voice, and his eyes focused on Bai Song.
Xiang'er felt a little guilty and her face was slightly red.
Bai Song did not show any fear, he was calm and composed, straightened his clothes, and used the etiquette he had learned to hold his hands to the people around him.
Although Bai Song's movements were not standard, fortunately he was calm and composed and did not lose his dignity.
In this way, Xiang'er felt at ease and hurriedly chased Bai Song: "Are you really going to go on a mountain tour today?"
"why are you not going?"
"Uh..." Lin Xiang'er paused, looking helpless.
"Xiang'er, get in the car quickly."
In the carriage behind, Zheng Liangqiu opened the curtain and called Xiang'er.
Xiang'er looked back, nodded, and then said to Bai Song: "Then... then you follow the team and don't cause any trouble."
"Go, go, your husband, I am a civilized person and will not cause trouble."
Xiang'er rolled her eyes at him and thought to herself, "Have you caused enough trouble?"
"Xiao Cui, just follow my uncle and keep an eye on him, do you know?"
"Yeah!" Xiaocui nodded happily.
Only then did Xiang'er get on the carriage.
"Depart from Xiaoqingshan Meiyuan Manor."
Someone shouted, and dozens of people started to set off.
The ladies were all sitting in the car, and the young men of each family were riding horses.
Only the son-in-law of the Lin family stood on two legs and had no carrying tools.