Not far away, Lin Xun was walking slowly with everyone following him.
Lin Youwei suddenly raised his voice: "My Lin family are all good at poetry and essays. Along the way, each family member has written poems. Although it is not as amazing as Lin Xun's poems, it is still a bit of fun in my spare time.
.Among these many people, my cousin’s husband is the only one who has not yet composed a poem. Even if it is his turn, he should be allowed to show off his poems.”
Lin Youwei must have done this on purpose, deliberately choosing to be on the road where the crowd was coming.
As soon as his voice came out, everyone could hear it clearly.
At present, the crowd is dominated by Lin Xun, and there are Lin Xun who writes poems and gems in front of them. The young masters can't stand the poetic nature, and they all recite poems no matter they are good or bad.
Everyone was in a good mood, and immediately became interested when they heard Lin Youwei's voice.
There is no doubt about the talent and learning of the young master of the Lin family, but what will happen to the Lin family’s son-in-law?
The difference in status between the two brought a lot of expectations to the spectators.
Young men from various families have been touting that Lin Xun has a bad mind and always needs someone to step on him in order to balance his mind.
Besides, this son-in-law has a bad reputation and cannot be taken advantage of by relying on brute force. If we can destroy the prestige of this villain in terms of literary talent, it will be considered as regaining some face.
Especially Miss Zheng, who had been beaten by Bai Song before, was depressed and did not dare to go against her, so she happened to embarrass him by writing a poem.
"That is, it is said that everyone in the Lin family is a talented person. Even the son-in-law of the Lin family should be able to make a difference. Otherwise, Miss Lin's face will be disgraced, right?"
"I heard that this son-in-law was born into a poor family, and he is also a scholar. Thinking about how arrogant and domineering those poor scholars were yesterday, Brother Bai should show his behavior even more today, right?"
"Yes, yes...Bai Song, stop hiding your words and come up with a song to open everyone's eyes."
Lin Youwei added enthusiastically.
Bai Song frowned when he heard this, and couldn't figure out what caused Lin Youwei to be offended. Why did he target him today?
Xiang'er was a little anxious and looked back at Bai Song. Seeing that Bai Song was about to speak, she quickly returned to Bai Song.
"Be patient, for the sake of the Lin family, for my sake..."
"Forbearance? How can I bear it? If I don't show off, will they let me go?"
"Although the young masters from each family openly congratulate their younger brother for his good poems, in fact they are jealous in their hearts. If you continue to show off in front of everyone, the Lin family will probably be wary of you everywhere in the future."
"..." Bai Song was stunned, feeling that Xiang'er's words were slightly different from what he thought.
Bai Song originally thought that Xiang'er was worried that she couldn't compose poems. After hearing this, her daughter-in-law was afraid that the poems she composed were so good that other families would be afraid of the Lin family?
"Xiang'er, do you believe I can make a big splash here?"
"Of course, Lin Xun's poems are all written by you. If I ask you to compose a poem today, what if another shocking work comes out? Wouldn't it scare them all to death? It is enough for the Lin family to have a talented young master. If you do it again,
Having a son-in-law who is a god of poetry... must be jealous of others."
"Haha..." Bai Song smiled, "I never thought that Xiang'er would trust me so much. Based on this, no matter how they cause trouble today, I am willing to endure it for Xiang'er."
Xiang'er smiled faintly and whispered "Thank you" in a low voice.
Everyone around them didn't know what the two people were talking about, and Bai Song didn't respond for a long time.
Lin Youwei concluded that Bai Song had no ink in his mind, and he was even more unscrupulous: "What? You are the son-in-law of the Lin family, can't you even write a poem? You are a member of our Lin family, no matter whether the poem is good or bad, you can always write a poem."
You have to show something. I boasted to everyone that no one in the Lin family can write poetry. Bai Song, are you deliberately trying to prevent me from coming to power?"
"It's just a son-in-law. Brother Lin, don't take it too seriously. I was born in a poor family. I haven't read many poems and books. It's not surprising that I can't write poems."
Several people around him sang and harmonized, constantly forcing Bai Song.
It's just that Bai Song was relieved by Xiang'er and felt comfortable, and didn't care about anything else at all.
"Bai Song, are you a man?!" Lin Youwei was a little annoyed and felt like his fist had hit a ball of cotton.
After hearing this, Bai Song finally reacted, walked up to Lin Youwei, and whispered: "Am I a man? You go ask the boy from the Zheng family first!"
Seeing Bai Song's fierceness, Lin Youwei suddenly remembered the time when they were fighting, and quickly backed away: "You... what are you going to do? This is a gathering of literati, not a martial arts contest! Don't insult Si Wen."
"Okay!" Lin Xiang'er stepped forward and pulled Bai Song away and said to Lin Youwei, "My husband-in-law doesn't like to write poems, so please stop being aggressive."
"Don't like it? You can't do it, right?"
Bai Song chuckled: "Okay, okay, I can't do it, I can't do it, are you satisfied?"
"you!"
Bai Song's indifference made Lin Youwei very depressed.
But this situation angered Lin Xun: "Brother-in-law, just compose a song for them to see, so that they know what a real talent is."
Lin Xun knew what Bai Song was capable of, at least the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" was true.
Isn’t writing poetry something that comes easily?
Why be so forbearing?
Bai Song was still like that. For the sake of his wife, he said he would not be in the limelight, but he would not be in the limelight.
Seeing that Bai Song really didn't accept the move, everyone was bored.
"Brother Lin, stop pushing people. Everyone knows that you have some affection for Lin Xiang'er, so naturally you have a lot of resentment towards this adopted son-in-law. But it has been a long time, so there is no need to hold it against you. He is just from a poor family and will not
Writing poetry is normal.”
Lin Youwei glanced at Lin Xiang'er, and when he looked at Bai Song again, he no longer hid the hatred in his heart.
Lin Youwei had a crush on Lin Xiang'er from early on. Before Lin Xun, he also had the reputation of being the most talented person in the Lin family.
Thinking that those who are near the water and the towers get the moon first, and cousin Xiang'er will be his own sooner or later.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiang'er's serious illness completely changed everything. The woman he admired was unexpectedly taken over by a poor family son-in-law.
This hatred has been hidden in my heart for a long time. When I went to the garden with Xiang'er earlier, I was even more shocked, so I just acted aggressively.
Lin Youwei was unwilling to give up and sneered: "Huh! Is it normal for a poor family not to be able to write poetry? I don't believe it! This is not the only one present!"
"Not just this one?"
Everyone was a little confused.
Today we come to a gathering of the gentry children in Youzhou. This son-in-law is already a special case. How can there be such a poor family?
There is another Ma You, but he was beaten the worst during the fighting at the foot of the mountain. Now he has returned to Mang County for medical treatment.
Is there still a poor family?
Lin Youwei smiled and shouted: "Xu Fangyuan, how long are you going to hide? Don't think that no one knows that you are secretly watching Miss Lin in the crowd! Since you are an old lover, then come forward openly!"
"Xu Fangyuan? Who is Xu Fangyuan?"
Everyone looked around, and suddenly someone noticed an inconspicuous scholar in the crowd with a red face and a sneaky look.
"Are you Xu Fangyuan?"
Someone asked him, and the man just nodded obediently: "The young man is Xu Fangyuan."
It turns out that Xu Fangyuan is the Xia family’s son-in-law.
The Xia family is the Xia family of the Xia family winery. They sponsored the poetry meeting. It is understandable that Miss Xia family asked her husband to attend this rare gathering of literati.
The Xia family has provided money and there is no problem in raising any conditions.
Their purpose is also very obvious, that is, they want to gild their uncle, so that he can be regarded as a scholar who has interacted with celebrities in Youzhou.
But this Xu Fangyuan was a little too reserved, and he was like an invisible person in the crowd, and no one noticed.
And this person didn't care about poetry at all, all his attention was on Lin Xiang'er.
I thought it would be enough to just look at Miss Lin silently, but unexpectedly her name was called out in public, and she instantly became the focus of the crowd.
Lin Youwei walked up to Xu Fangyuan with a smile, put his arm around his shoulders generously, and said louder to everyone: "You may not know, right? This Mr. Xu is also from a poor family, and he is also his son-in-law. At the same time, he is like Lin Xiang'er.
It’s a mutual joy.”
"Ouch!"
There was a commotion in the crowd, looking at Lin Xiang'er in disbelief.
"No wonder Miss Lin likes poor families. It turns out that she has been so fond of them since the beginning."
Lin Xiang'er's face turned pale, and she yelled with a trembling voice: "Lin Youwei, this is enough!"
"Don't be anxious! When I pursued you before, didn't you act like Mr. Xu? Why don't you dare to admit it today?"
"you……"
Lin Xiang'er was so anxious that she almost rushed forward.
Bai Song gently pulled behind him and shook his head: "I want to see what other waves he can make?"
Lin Xiang'er clasped her little hands tightly, as if she was asking her husband to beat this bastard hard, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth.
Lin Youwei stared at Bai Song, fearing that the guy would hit someone. Seeing that he didn't move, he thought it was because there were so many people at the moment that Bai Song didn't dare to mess around, making him even more emboldened.
"This Mr. Xu is a passionate and talented man. He is good at poetry, poetry, and poetry. He once vowed to get fame for Lin Xiang'er. That love poem was written concisely and comprehensively, with extraordinary grace. Who said that a poor family can't write poetry?
?I am the first one not to believe it. Brother Xu, I must be yes or no?"
Xu Fangyuan's expression was solemn and his body was trembling a little. When he looked up, he saw Miss Lin, whom he had longed for, hiding in tears in the arms of another man. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and it was even rarer to feel angry.
Xu Fangyuan said nothing, lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists.
"What kind of poem is it?" someone asked.
Xu Fangyuan still didn't say anything.
But Lin Youwei chanted loudly: "It shows that fish hide in water and return to a straight path. Fragrant flowers fly and leaves leave a clear blue pond. Go against the current without regrets and become a dragon. By thinking about the time when fish and water empathize."
As soon as this poem came out, Xiang'er could only burst into tears, and her little body froze in Bai Song's arms. She had nothing to say and could only squeeze out one sentence: "I'm sorry..."
I don't know who I said this sorry to, but it only made Bai Song feel more and more heartbroken.
Bai Song suppressed the fire in his heart, took out Xiang'er's handkerchief as gently as possible, and gently wiped her tears.
At this time, Bai Song didn't show any emotion, not because he didn't dare to take action.
Just because of Lin Youwei's actions, Bai Song was not satisfied with beating him.
This person must pay a price and cannot be discovered.
But Lin Youwei didn't seem to realize that he had truly offended the villain in front of him, and still shouted in front of everyone: "Everyone, please give me a taste, this humble family is really talented, this metaphor of fish-water empathy is wonderfully used, who is the fish, who is the fish?"
Is it water? He is so at home like a fish in water! Hahaha..."
