"Excellent works are frequently produced at the Poetry Festival, why is my dear brother unhappy?" Ma Fan asked in a low voice.
Wang Lin smiled calmly: "Brother Ma, I just feel that troubled times are coming, and powerful enemies are coveting around. The Song Dynasty is now in danger. Instead of worrying about the country, we gather here to make noise and sing for a brothel girl.
Music, I never tire of it, it’s really ridiculous and stupid!”
Ma Kuo was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. He bowed deeply and said, "What my dear brother said is true. When I think about it, I am really ashamed!"
"Brother, you and I will go."
The two were about to leave, but they were surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars.
The man in the lead was a man in his early thirties, with a pale face and no beard. He pointed his finger at Wang Lin and shouted angrily: "You ignorant boy, how could you be so virtuous as to dare to ridicule all the seniors and everyone in today's poetry meeting, and also blaspheme the teacher and the girl?"
Wang Lin knew that what he just said was heard by him and caused dissatisfaction among the Erbi group. He didn't care and just dragged Ma Kuo outside.
However, this group of Confucian scholars refused to let him go and made noisy noises, insisting that Wang Lin should tell him that he was ugly or apologize in public.
As more and more people gathered, Wang Lin frowned. It would be difficult for him to escape without using force.
But this ancient society, especially the era of great cowardice, values literature and suppresses martial arts. If I hurt these poor and hateful scholars, my reputation may be really ruined.
The thirty-year-old Confucian scholar just now sneered again: "Looking at your appearance, you are also a scholar. It is in vain that you have read the words of a saint, but you are so rude and outrageous!"
Someone else loudly echoed: "Brother Dong, why should I be the same as him? You can tell at a glance that this person is an ignorant fanatic. He must have no talent and learning in his belly and cannot write poems and songs. That's why he can't see the excellent works of the seniors upstairs."
Making sarcastic remarks and making flattering comments!"
Wang Lin smiled brightly and spread his hands: "Get out of the way!"
With such power in his hands, the helpless scholars in front of him were immediately pushed around by him.
The thirty-year-old Confucian scholar turned pale with fright, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Everyone, this guy is very barbaric and uneducated, let him go!!"
Everyone made a way and glared at Wang Lin as he walked slowly.
If looks could kill, Wang Lin would have died countless times.
When he arrived at the door, Wang Lin suddenly turned around, looked around at the group of scholars who looked like they were filled with indignation, and said loudly: "The Liao Kingdom has tigers and wolves on its side, and it is a humiliation for our Song Dynasty to seize the sixteen states of Yanyun for a hundred years! The golden men and cavalry are heroic.
Looking at the Central Plains, they will invade our mountains and rivers at any time and enslave my compatriots and brothers. Now that the world is in danger and the Han people's clothes are about to fall, all the kings pride themselves on reading poetry and books. Instead of thinking about serving the country, they gather here and sing happily to a brothel girl.
To sing a hymn... is really a weird thing!"
"The sage said that cultivating one's moral character, harmonizing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. Mr. Hengqu also said: We, the scholars, should establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations... But what about you? Ten
I studied hard in the cold years, and spent all my energy just for a smile from a wealthy woman? The saint knows well under the spring, but he will be angry to death by you!"
"This is really a waste of reading the sage's book, how shameless?!"
Wang Lin was so impassioned that he later used the Tiger Roaring skill on a whim.
The sound shook the Fan Tower, scolding these scholars to the point of shame and humiliation, and the whole place fell into silence.
Wang Lin clapped his hands, feeling very relaxed, and turned around to walk away.
At this time, I heard a clear and melodious female voice coming from the corridor on the third floor: "This young gentleman, can we go upstairs for a chat?"
Master Li!
Everyone looked up with crazy eyes.
Wang Lin also raised his head and looked up.
Dressed in a plain white dress, with a face like a peach, eyebrows like a crescent moon, black hair pulled into a shiny bun, and a faint smile on her pretty red lips, she is indeed more gorgeous than any other, and full of charm!
Dozens of dignitaries and famous literati from Bianliang, Tokyo, were sitting separately, all looking unhappy.
Although they didn't know why they got up at the noise downstairs, Wang Lin's words reached their ears very clearly.
Li Shishi curled up and waved his long sleeves as he ushered Wang Lin into the hall. Everyone looked at him with unkind eyes.
Wang Lin was indifferent.
Li Shishi said softly: "What the little official said downstairs was very enlightening, and it also alerted the slave family. The slave family organized the Fanlou Poetry Club with the original intention of meeting friends through literature, but it turned into a poetry club for slaves. I feel very ashamed."
Wang Lin smiled calmly: "The next moment I made a mistake, it made the girl laugh."
While Wang Lin was speaking, he looked around at the crowd and saw that most of them were people with pale hair, and the young ones were in their forties.
A man in his sixties with three strands of beard under his chin slowly stood up and said with cold eyes: "I, Zhou Bangyan, who are you, dare to speak nonsense here?"
"I am a commoner. I happened to be in a meeting and expressed my feelings. If I have offended Mr. Zhou, please forgive me."
Wang Lin glanced at Zhou Bangyan and sneered in his heart: "Sure enough, a tree of pear blossoms is so old and has the evil habit of getting under Master Li's bed and eavesdropping on other people's bedtimes. It's really weird..."
"Miss Shishi is a fairy from the sky who descended to earth. She is familiar with all kinds of poems, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem about the Goddess of the Luo River. I would like to praise Miss Shishi a few words and write a poem for today's grand event. Why not?"
Zhou Bangyan looked enthusiastic and immediately scolded: "You are a young man, how can you be so virtuous and capable as to make irresponsible remarks on this?"
"Go quickly, or I will take you to Kaifeng Mansion Prison and punish you severely!"
Who are you trying to scare?
Wang Lin chuckled and ignored Zhou Bangyan's threats. He looked at Li Shishi and said, "Miss Shishi, I also have a little poem for fun."
Master Li smiled and said, "Young gentleman, please give me some advice."
"The seventeenth-year-old bride has pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks spend the night in pairs, and a pear tree presses the begonia."
As soon as Wang Linsha started to chant, many people laughed out loud on the spot, most of them were the waiters and the beautiful maids of this building. This limerick was of average literary style, but it was so graphic that I couldn't help it.
"You... are so presumptuous!"
Zhou Bangyan was so angry that his gray hair shook, and his throat was so sweet that blood almost spurted out. He pointed at Wang Lin, who was standing tall and trembling, his face turned red, and he was speechless and could not say a word.
Li Shishi covered his mouth and chuckled, "Young Master is really making fun of me. However, I see that Young Master is a good talker and must be a talented scribe. I wonder if I can write poems seriously, so I can give you some help from the Fanlou Poetry Club." color?"
"Moreover, after several storms, spring has returned in a hurry. I cherish the spring and am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds. Spring will stay, and the grass will have no return. I resent the spring without saying a word. I can only be diligent, The spider webs on the eaves are painted, and catkins fly all over Yogyakarta."
"In the case of a long-term family member, the wedding date was planned but it was wrong. There was once someone who was jealous of me. Even if I buy a prime minister with a lot of money, who can tell me about this feeling? Don't dance. If you don't see me, the jade rings and flying swallows will be dust! Idle sorrow is the most painful! Stop leaving. Leaning on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the smoke and willows are breaking the heart."
Wang Lin hurriedly finished reciting the song Fishing for Fish, then took another deep look at Master Li, turned around and walked downstairs.
He just couldn't be bothered to sit at the same table with these idiots, it was too boring.
His original intention was to use Xin Qiji's poem to advise Master Li not to be too complacent because of his natural beauty. As time goes by, beauty is just a pile of withered bones. Didn't you see the jade ring and the flying swallows turned into dust?
Li Shishifu chanted and her eyes suddenly became clear. She walked quickly to the corridor of the corridor, leaned down and shouted: "Can I ask you what your name is?"
Wang Lin has arrived at the gate of Fan Tower now.
Without looking back, he waved his hand and said loudly: "I am Wang Lin, from Qinghe, Shandong."