Bai Songyu followed the conversation and asked for this beautiful woman's name, not sure if it was rude or not.
With those words out of his mouth, the village owner smiled and left without leaving any unnecessary words.
Xiaocui also wanted to explain seriously and tell her what her uncle's wine tasted like.
Bai Song gently patted Xiao Nizi and signaled her to stop talking.
Xiaocui pouted and muttered in a low voice: "Huh, I told you that my uncle's wine is better, but I don't want to listen anymore."
Bai and Song didn't get along, and there was a bitter smile in my heart.
He is the master of a village, and there are so many young nobles waiting to greet him. Why would he waste his time on a maid and a son-in-law?
The person who attracts the most attention today is naturally Young Master Lin Xunlin.
Yesterday's poem is truly extraordinary, and it is no exaggeration to say that it shocked the past and the present.
Now the poem has not yet spread, but in the future it will spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, and the talent and reputation of Mr. Lin will surely shock the world.
At that time, Mr. Lin was a celebrity who was famous all over the world. If he doesn't catch up with him now, he may not be able to reach such a high level in time.
In life, you can never escape fame and fortune.
I can get close to Mr. Lin now, and I can get some glory in the future.
Even people who had trouble dealing with Lin Xun in the past were all crowding around him today, speaking kindly.
When you enter the plum garden today, the first thing you should do is appreciate the plum blossoms.
Previously, Xiang'er entered the garden first with a group of people, and then Lin Xun was surrounded by everyone and waited for a long time before entering.
"Brother Lin, today in this plum garden, the garden is full of cold plums. The scenery is very strange. With Brother Lin's great talent, he must have improvised. It is a rare opportunity for us to witness Brother Lin's unrivaled performance with our own eyes.
It’s a wonderful work, and we are all honored.”
"Absolutely, absolutely! Brother Lin must compose poetry, otherwise it will be difficult for us to speak."
Lin Xun was high-spirited a second ago, but when he heard that he was going to compose a poem, his face looked flustered.
The young masters around him didn't pay attention, and the beautiful woman who came later also invited her warmly: "Master Lin, if you can compose a poem in the Plum Garden today, my Plum Garden will surely shine like a flower."
Lin Xun was sweating like rain, and he stammered in explanation: "This... this... a poem must be written with emotion. If you don't feel it in your heart... this... you can't compose a poem."
"Hey, we understand this. Don't be in a hurry. Let's walk into the plum garden and take a look at the scenery. You will naturally understand something."
"Yes, yes, brother Lin, let's go to the Plum Garden first."
"Hey, hey, you... don't push me!"
Lin Xun was pushed forward by others, but Lin Xun resisted the strength of everyone and tried his best to look back.
But after seeing Bai Song and Xiao Cui who were still stealing food, they hurriedly said: "Later, everyone, I'm a little hungry, please wait for me to get some cakes."
With that said, Lin Xun squeezed through the crowd and walked to Bai Song. He hesitated to choose pastries, but he looked at Bai Song for help while dripping with sweat: "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law, save me!"
Bai Song raised his eyes: "How can I save you?"
"Then...that "Three Hundred Tang Poems"."
Lin Xundao also knew about the conversation between Bai Song and his father last night, and even knew that the poem was obtained by Bai Song from the fairy book in his dream.
Others don't believe in "Three Hundred Tang Poems".
Lin Xun, on the other hand, was convinced.
Except for someone who got it from a fairy dream, who could produce such a shocking work?
"Brother-in-law, they asked me to write a poem, but I really can't think of anything..."
Lin Xun's tone was so sincere. He was completely different from when he and Bai Song were competing against each other in the past. There was a cry in his pleading. He was so arrogant before, but now he was so anxious.
Xiaocui chuckled: "Uncle, don't tell him. I clearly gave you an article yesterday. Why did you omit that article and only choose the poems at the end?"
Lin Xun wished he could bite this little girl, but he could only suppress his anger and explained: "Brother-in-law, I think the article was mediocre and not as amazing as those poems."
puff!
Bai Song choked, his face turned red, and his eyes were a little annoyed.
Yesterday, in addition to poems, Bai Song gave Xiao Cui an article about wine.
Bai Song considered not letting this boy cause too much of a sensation by borrowing the poems of later generations, so he used his own knowledge to piece together ancient texts from his memory and wrote an article based on his own ideas.
According to Bai Song's thinking, the article he wrote was enough to shock a group of rotten scholars.
I didn’t expect that this big-ass kid would look down on his own work and be ignored!
Bai Song's face looked ugly, and Lin Xun didn't know why.
The young men at the back were very impatient and urged loudly.
Lin Xun became even more anxious, grabbing Bai Song's arm and refusing to let go.
Bai Song looked amused, recalling that this boy had taken the initiative to give up his horse when he left the city.
Just because this kid knew the current affairs, Bai Song didn't want to embarrass him too much, so he lowered his body to congratulate and pointed to a plum blossom in the corner of the plum garden.
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.
I knew it wasn't snow from a distance because there was a faint fragrance coming."
Lin Xun was stunned for a moment, with a look of excitement on his face. Before he could react, he was dragged away by the young master who came from behind.
This Lin Xun was a young man with a clear mind. After listening to Bai Song's poem, he was so excited that his face flushed with excitement. He desperately shook off the crowd and shouted, "Let go!"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, seeing Lin Xun being so abnormal, and asked in confusion: "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"
"I thought of it! I thought of it!"
"Brother Lin, what did you think of?"
"Poetry! Poetry! I have it!"
"There is a branch of plum blossom in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone.
Even if you look at the snow from a distance, there is a faint fragrance coming from it."
Lin Xun listened to what Bai Song said once, but he didn't catch the key points clearly. In just twenty words, he made several mistakes.
Fortunately, this guy pieced it together and managed to preserve the poem completely, but it also lost some of its artistic conception.
But even so, as soon as this poem was uttered, everyone around him was shocked beyond words.
After thinking about it several times, the more I read it, the more wonderful it becomes in the poem.
"Okay! It doesn't look like snow from a distance, but there is a faint fragrance. It's wonderful!"
"Master Lin is indeed a poet descended from the world, and in a moment he has created another classic that has been handed down from generation to generation. After this "Plum Blossom", we no longer dare to compose poems on our own."
"This poem alone makes our trip worthwhile."
"Young master Lin is so talented!"
This time, the people around Lin Xun worked harder.
No one still remembers Mr. Lin's reputation as a playboy. Everything in the past has become romantic and eclectic.
With such a talent, even the farts smell delicious.
"Someone is here to record Mr. Lin's views, and then find a skilled craftsman to carve it into an inscription and place it at the entrance of the manor."
The beautiful woman said seriously, and then greeted her with a smile.
"Mr. Lin's talent is rare in the world, and women of the common people have always admired talented people. The Meiyuan Manor usually does not entertain guests, but the women are willing to make an exception for Mr. Lin. As long as Mr. Lin is willing, the door of the Meiyuan Manor will be open at any time.
They can all be opened for Mr. Lin."
When everyone heard this, they were all envious.
The beautiful village owner said this, didn't he mean to give Mr. Lin a chance?
The beauty that countless people cannot hug back, I am afraid that Mr. Lin will take possession of her today.
Lin Xun's side was filled with compliments.
Xiao Cui pouted while listening: "What? It's obviously my uncle's poem. My uncle, you can write a better one so that they all know what a real talent is."
"It's just a false name, what's the point of fighting for it? Besides, I borrowed other people's works, so I can't take credit. If I can use Lin Xun's mouth to spread these many shocking poems to the world, I won't bury these good poems. "
"Yes! Let's not live up to our reputation." Xiao Cui nodded with deep understanding, "As long as my uncle and young lady can be well, that is more important than anything else."
Xiaocui didn't want to listen to the disgusting compliments of those young men, so she picked up her uncle and trotted into the plum garden.
It is said that plum blossoms have a light fragrance.
As soon as I entered the plum garden today, I was greeted by the tantalizing fragrance of flowers.
The various plum trees that come into view are layered and interlaced.
The plum blossoms quivering in the cold wind are even more graceful and adorn the branches. They may be thick or light, gathered or scattered, like a piece of life randomly sprinkled by the fairy in the sky, growing irregularly in this endless landscape. In heaven and earth.
It is often said that plum blossoms are like a gentleman, not afraid of severe cold and standing proudly in the snow.
But the plum blossoms in the plum garden are of different colors, red, white, yellow, pink, and in various shapes, which is dizzying for people to see.
When the wind blows, the garden is filled with scattered petals, carrying the unique fragrance of plum blossoms, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
When people are in it, it is like stepping into a painting. Even the little bits of green grass pressed under the snow on the ground have the same artistic conception as poetry and painting.
I originally thought that the literati who often visited gardens to enjoy the scenery were arty and elegant, but now I have seen it during the Bai and Song Dynasties. It is also a fascinating enjoyment to be able to walk in such a beautiful garden.
Bai Song was a little crazy when he saw it. He stopped in front of the flower and suddenly understood the poetry of the ancients.
Xiaocui seemed to have never been here before. When she saw the sea of flowers and woods in front of her, she excitedly rushed into the wind with petals flying, and happily held the petals on the ground and scattered them into the sky.
"Ha! There are so many flowers! My uncle, look, there are so many flowers!"
"Wow! Wow..."
Xiao Nizi is the elf in the garden, aimlessly enjoying herself in the garden, and the rain of petals surrounding her makes this girl's aura even more evident.
With the addition of Xiao Nizi, this slightly monotonous picture becomes more vivid.
Of course, the plum blossoms in the garden also make the little girl who is like a flower bud even more beautiful.
Bai Song looked at it, feeling a little hesitant. He pinched his chin and tasted it carefully: "I don't know what kind of figure this girl will be like when she grows up. I don't know if she will be as wanton among flowers as she is now."
"oops!"
Suddenly there was a cry of surprise.
The happy little girl seemed to have bumped into someone and fell to the ground.
"Where did the dog slave come from!"
A shrill female voice came from behind a tree curtain.
Xiao Cui was in some pain from the fall. She frowned and struggled to get up from the ground. It seemed that her knees were injured and she was unable to exert her strength, so she almost fell down again.
But Xiao Nizi was very stubborn and managed to stand upright. Not knowing who she saw, she quickly lowered her head.
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry? Is it okay to just say sorry? Xiaolian, slap me!"
Bai Song didn't see the person who was speaking, but saw an unknown maid with a cold brow coming to Xiaocui.
"Snapped!"
A sharp slap made the little girl stagger and kneel on the ground again.
