After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuanxiong faced Lin Su and said sternly: "Mr. Lin, what else do you have to say?"
Lin Sudao: "Last night's stars and last night's wind were on the west side of the painting building and east of Guitang... I don't know if the stars are unique to your family, or if the wind is unique to your family, or if the painting building and Guitang are unique to your family."
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Zhang Haoran added: "Everyone here may have never been to the Lin family. I'm sorry that I have been. The painting building and Guitang of his family are quite beautiful. And before the provincial examination, there was a woman living in seclusion in the painting building. Brother Lin,
This guest of the painting studio, who had a mutual affection with you back then, is probably your concubine now, right?"
Lin Su laughed: "I'm sorry, it's true!"
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
what is going on?
Zhou Tong had the pain of leaving his hometown, and missing his wife could create a masterpiece.
As for the painting hall of Lin Su's family, there was a woman hidden in it at that time, and now she is his concubine, which seems to be more suitable for Xinyiyidiantong...
"Everyone, let me be fair!" A person stood up: "Just because a man who traveled far away from home and had a painted hall and a laurel hall at home, saying that this poem was written by him is really hard to convince everyone."
This man is a thin young man with an unremarkable appearance.
Another person next to him took over: "What Brother Huo said is true. Mr. Lin wrote "Last Night" and the temple has recognized it. Everything he did in the later period was all colorful poems, which is enough to prove that he has this ability. And Brother Zhou
What? Apart from "Last Night", do you have any other colorful poems to prove it?"
These two people jumped out and disrupted Zhang Hong's rhythm.
Zhang Hong glanced at the two of them coldly: "There are many people who write a colorful poem in their lifetime. 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! How can the two of you be so open to literary thieves?"
The two people's expressions darkened, and they did not dare to argue anymore...
Lin Su smiled slightly: "There is evidence that... Haha, where is the evidence? Is it this clown?"
clown?
Zhou Tong was furious, and the people over there were also furious.
Lin Su waved her hands: "Okay, okay, don't argue. You said you wrote "Last Night", and I said I wrote it. We can't argue, but do you know that I actually only wrote half of "Last Night"
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Everyone was shocked and only half of it was written?
Zhou Tong was also shocked. This move was completely beyond his imagination...
Lin Sudao: "Since you insist that "Last Night" is yours, I will give you a chance to write out the whole poem. As long as you can write it and still maintain the colorful color, I will admit that it was written by you. On the contrary, if you
I can’t write it, but I can. Even a fool knows whose poem it belongs to.”
Zhou Tong's face turned pale, and everyone's eyes lit up.
"Write or not?" Lin Su took out the gold paper and pen and handed it to him.
Zhou Tong shook his head gently: "This poem is complete, any sentence is redundant..."
"Really? Then I will write a complete poem, and you can tell me which sentence is redundant..."
Lin Su started writing:
"Last night, the stars and the wind were blowing. On the west side of the painting building, on the east side of the Guitang Hall. There were no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there was a clear connection in my heart. I sent Gou Chun wine to warm me in the other seats, and the cao was shot and covered with wax lamps. I sighed and listened to the drums to answer the official's call. I walked around Malan.
Taiwan type Zhuanpeng.”
Zhang Haoran's eyes lit up: "When I watched "Last Night", I also had doubts. It wrote about confusing emotions, but there was no scene to explain it. Only with these last four sentences can it be a complete poem."
The young man named Huo laughed and said: "Painting House and Guitang have clearly pointed out that this is the love of officials, and it is confirmed later. It has a beginning and an end, scenes and feelings, and it is "Last Night"!"
As soon as Lin Su closed his pen, the colorful glow filled the air, with a faint green edge.
Cyan is the color passed down from generation to generation, and with his addition, this poem is half-way through the generations.
Zhang Hong and Zhao Yuanxiong's expressions all changed.
They chose "Last Night" as their breakthrough point. 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 of it?
Once everything is completed today, who can argue anymore?
Zhao Yuanxiong took a deep breath: "Even if "Last Night" was not written by Brother Zhou, it does not prove that it was written by Lin Su. Maybe a certain master wrote the complete "Last Night", and Mr. Lin copied half of it first, and then I will write it again today.
Even if you copy half of the poem, you won’t know.”
As soon as this topic came up, a lot of people responded, and everyone joined in the chaos. Zhou Tong disappeared without a trace at some point.
The topic is still there!
Zhang Haoran was angry: "Have you finished it yet? Let's not talk about poems, but what about Ci? The literary road of Ci was only opened in May last year. At this time, all the seventy-one masters were dead, right? Could it be that they did it before Ci appeared in the world?
Have you already written the legendary poem "The Sapphire Case"?"
"Exactly!" Mr. Huo and the people around him echoed in unison.
The world knows that Ci came out in May last year. At that time, Dingnan Hou had been dead for more than a month. Even if there was a master under him, he had already been poisoned. How could he leave him a poem that had not been invented at that time?
What comes out?
As soon as this topic came up, the whole building was completely silent.
Suddenly, a person coughed slightly, attracting everyone's attention, but it was Qu Jin. Qu Jin had not spoken for a long time, but at this moment he slowly stood up: "Brother Lin, I'm really sorry. Although I want to maintain the friendship of relatives, but
The Holy Way is clear, I still have to stand on the side of the Holy Way, Brother Wangwang Lin, don’t be surprised.”
Lin Su stared at him, as if he suddenly didn't recognize him. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face: "Master Jin, what do you want to say?"
Qu Jin slowly said: "Everyone also knows that the Lin brothers stayed at the Qu family, and I occasionally heard the whispers between the two brothers, which involved a huge secret. Although the family scandal is not publicized, based on the holy way, how can I dare to follow the private path?
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Zhang Hong bowed deeply: "Brother Qu serves the holy way and does not follow personal feelings. He is really a scholar! Brother Qu, please tell me frankly..."
Qu Jin turned to Lin Su: "Brother Lin, did I really say that?"
Lin Su smiled and nodded: "I also want to know what private words I said to my second brother, and you heard them."
The whole building was completely silent, you could hear a needle drop...
Qu Jindao: "Everyone said that the third son of Lin was a peerless poet, but the two brothers talked about something involving a Nanchu layman from the Baijiyuan Ci Sect in the ancient country of Nanyang. There was a woman beside the Nanchu layman who was from the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
This woman stole the poems of a layman from Nanchu and passed them on to her own clan, and everyone must be aware of the relationship between the Qingqiu Fox clan and our Third Young Master Lin..."
Everyone was shocked.
Did his lyrics come from the lay people of Nanchu?
Just because he planted a demon woman as a traitor next to the layman of Nanchu?
And he happened to be involved with the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and the depth of their association was unparalleled...
This is much more credible than what Zhou Tong said just now.
He had a plan and a chain, and he also answered everyone's questions.
The question everyone has is that Ci has just been created, so how can a young boy like him be able to compose colorful Ci poems again and again and even pass them down to generations? If this is attributed to the lay people of Nanchu, everything would be logical.
Wang Chengcheng, who was sitting at the top, suddenly stood up and slapped the table.
Everyone below looked up, and they were all shocked. Wang Chengcheng and Wang Daru were the most calm people. What happened?
Wang Chengcheng stepped down and came to Lin Su: "I have just returned from Baijiyuan. There is indeed a fox girl beside the layman of Nanchu. Moreover, when the old man mentioned "The Sapphire Case", the layman had a strange expression. The old man never understood this.
Why, so it’s like that! That’s why!”
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Everyone was in an uproar, and all the great scholars came to a conclusion!
Lin Su's expression remained unchanged: "What exactly did you understand, sir?"
"Da Cang's poetry is not prosperous, so he is chasing after it. With this despicable method, even if he has a Qing Ci that is handed down to the world, will it bring glory to Da Cang's face? No! It's just a shame! A great shame and humiliation! Listen to the lay people of Nanchu
When the old man mentioned "The Sapphire Case", although he did not refute it explicitly and gave him a lot of sympathy, this kind of mercy was so ironic that you, a literary thief, brought the old man into disgrace..."
The old man's beard was flying, and the scene was almost out of control.
Lin Su stood up slowly: "Mr. Do you really believe what Qu Jin said?"
"As a relative, if you don't follow personal feelings and pursue the great truth, it is such a respectable act. How can you not believe it?"
"Haha, the old gentleman really believes that a layman from Nanchu could write "The Sapphire Case"?"
"It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! A generation of poets couldn't write it, but you can!"
Everyone exploded...
Lin Su: "I don't know why Qu Jin spreads rumors and slanders. I also don't know why the old man is so angry. But there are ways to cleanse yourself. How about this? I'll write down half a poem for you all.
I can go down in the world to make up for half of the poem, and I can ask the lay people of Southern Chu to make up for it. As long as I can make up for it and make it a masterpiece that can be handed down from generation to generation, I, Lin Su, will consider myself deceiving the world and stealing my reputation from now on. If I can't make up for it, so what?"
The whole place was quiet.
Write half a poem?
Then go and replenish it throughout the day?
Make up for the legacy?
How can it be?
Works that are handed down from generation to generation are hard to come by. Absolutely no one can know before writing the lyrics that these words will be passed down from generation to generation...
Wang Chengcheng stared into Lin Su's eyes: "Are you talking about the world?"
"Exactly! If you can complete half of the poem I wrote and pass it down to the world, I will admit that I am cheating the world. If you can't complete it and I complete it and pass it down to the world, will you admit that this poem is my original work?"
Zhang Haoran stood up: "That's natural!"
"Approved!" Mr. Huo pulled his companion to stand up straight.
"What about you?" Lin Su looked at Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Qu Jin, Lu Yujing, Zuo Chunlang and others.
"The words have not yet been written, but the dream has been handed down to the world! Daydreaming!" Zhang Hong sneered: "Since everyone recognizes it, how can we not recognize it?!"
Lin Sudao: "If I can do it, can I wash away the dirty water you poured on me?"
Wang Chengcheng said: "If you can write original poems that are handed down from generation to generation, all doubts will disappear naturally. 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 will never take the literary heart!" Lin Su said: "If I can write it, I want the five of you to withdraw from this imperial examination!"
He clicked five times with his finger, and they were Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Lu Yujing, Qu Jin, and the one who jumped out first, Chenzhou Huiyuan Zuo Chunlang.
The expressions of Zhang Haoran and Zhang Yiyu beside him both changed. Words passed down from generation to generation?
Everyone knows that you like to bet, but you can't bet like this, right? It is extremely difficult to pass down poetry from generation to generation. In the entire world, for thousands of years, there are only twenty young poems that have been handed down from generation to generation, and eight of them are colorful poems that have been handed down to the world.
Yes, what does colorful poetry mean to be handed down to the world? It means that at the moment it was born, it was just a colorful poem. Later, after a long period of time, more people spread it and the people recognized it more, and it became a hand-me-down.
There are only a dozen or so poems that have been handed down from generation to generation! Only these poems and poems that have been handed down from generation to generation are the only ones that have truly received the temple’s rewards from generation to generation.
Thousands of years of accumulation and hundreds of millions of literati have jointly created more than a dozen poems that have been handed down from generation to generation. You want to write a poem that has been handed down for generations before you even put pen to paper? It’s basically equivalent to a daydream!
And the stakes are so high, if you can't write it, or if your lyrics can't be passed down to the world, you will never be able to be a literary person!
Zhang Hong, Zhao Yuanxiong, Lu Yujing, Zuo Chunlang, Zhang Jin and other five people looked at each other and 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 and cut off Lin Su's scientific research path. The two families no longer have any worries. And what does this have to do with Lu Yujing and Zuo Chunlang? Lu Yujing, Zuo Chunlang
Although Haruro is a younger generation, he has already learned his father's way of being an official. What is the way of being an official? Understanding the meaning is the way of being an official.
His Majesty the Emperor does not like the Lin family and wants to eradicate the Lin family from the ground up. If you stand up and help the royal family fulfill this wish, the royal family still owes you?
Therefore, they followed Zhang Hong and Zhao Yuanxiong closely, and fought with Lin Su to the end.
But Qu Jin is different. He is a member of the Qu family. He clearly understands the royal family's suppression of the Qu family. Even if the head of the Qu family, Qu Wendong, chooses the Lin family, the younger generations of the Qu family can have different choices. Qu Jin and these
He has become friends with the rich and powerful, and he dreams of integrating into their circle. He also has his own plans. Even if the Qu family is gone in the future, he can exchange his loyalty to the royal family for a different situation in his life.
, Zhang, Zhao, Lu, Qin and other high-ranking officials' children also promised him that they would never give up on him no matter when.
Therefore, he stood up today, betrayed his grandfather, and used more insidious means to deal with Lin Su.
The first chess piece they planted, 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 Chengcheng. How did they bury it? Qu Jin deliberately did not tell Lin Su that Wang Chengcheng would give a lecture in the morning, and deliberately made Lin Su miss Wang Chengcheng's class.
What kind of person is Wang Chengcheng? It's fine if you don't attend the poetry meeting. If you attend the poetry meeting after he has finished his lecture, it is an outright insult. They used this method to make Wang Chengcheng feel disgusted with Lin Su.
Not to mention, this move was very vicious. Wang Chengcheng was indeed tired of Lin Su, but the problem was that Lin Su's counterattack was very sharp, and Wang Chengcheng could not really put him into a state of eternal destruction.
Just when they felt they were in a dilemma, Lin Su took the initiative to bring them a turning point.
With just a bet, they could legitimately cut off his literary career and successfully realize their wishes. How could they not be tempted by this?
Historical experience tells them that it is best to gamble less with the person in front of them, but common sense tells them that this bet will definitely win!
If it were just colorful words, they might be really afraid, but how could it be possible with words handed down from generation to generation? This chapter has been completed!