By the time the two of them arrived at Dabao'en Temple, it was almost noon again.

With a bang, the tin umbrella opened, shielding Zhao Shouzheng from the cabin from the sun.

"Huh?" Fan Datong realized that there was actually one more person with him, and he pointed at Fang Wen blankly: "Where did this kid come from?" ”

"Scholar." Zhao Shouzheng had a straight face, holding his breath, and judging the two of them on weekdays.

"I'm going to do it!"

The two of them entered the tower courtyard today a little earlier than yesterday. At this time, dozens of novices were holding trays and were just about to eat for the fast.

"Here we go again."

The man who lifted yesterday was looking for them early this morning, and when he saw the two of them coming in at this moment, he stroked his palms and laughed:

"It was on time."

The poets also looked at the two of them, showing a mocking look, and someone asked:

"I wonder if this bard poet can deduce a good sentence?"

Facing the ridicule of everyone, Zhao Shouzheng looked calm, only feeling that he had never been so bold in the past 30 years.

"Take it, don't delay our meal."

He took a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to the man.

Then, Zhao Shouzheng pulled Fan Datong to sit down.

The little novice was about to give the two of them a meal, but was stopped by the lifter.

"There's no hurry. When the recitation is over, maybe they will save their fast. ”

The man held the paper, walked to the center of the hall, cleared his throat, and read aloud.

"Read the end of the world and parting bitterly, do not return, scattered flowers are like ......"

The guests smiled on their faces and crossed their heads.

"It turned out to be a fill-in word."

"It's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", this paragraph is also neat, it is estimated that I haven't slept all night, and I ...... hold back such a sentence"

Then he said,

"There is no word at the bottom of the flowers, and the green window spring is with the sky."

As soon as this paragraph came out, there was no sarcasm on everyone's faces, and many people were surprised.

"To tell the lovesick lamp, a new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred......"

By the time the man read out the third paragraph, there was already an uproar. No one expected that the literary brilliance of a prison student in that district would be so high! People say that they are bitter minstrels, but they really don't brag about it.

Even the man looked like he had seen a ghost, and he stammered and couldn't read it.

"The most, the most, the most ......"

"The most, what is the most? Read it quickly! ”

There was an urgent shout.

But the face of the man was like earth, and he just refused to read it.

Or Xue Lang came to him at some point, snatched the piece of poetry, and read aloud in his clear voice:

"The most important thing is that the world can't stay, Zhu Yan is a mirror and a tree!"

There was silence all over the place, and even Xue Lang himself stayed there.

~~

"Good! Good words! Peerless good word wow! ”

For a long time, I don't know who took the lead, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Whether they are reluctant or not, everyone is convinced, and I have to admit that this prisoner is qualified to evaluate the Ming poetry circle......

"It's a 'the most can't stay in the world, Zhu Yan is a rhetorical tree'!" Xue Lang also came back to his senses, his eyes were full of excitement, he raised the poem with both hands, and said loudly: "What an immortal sentence, covering my two hundred years of shame in the Ming poetry world!" ”

Zhao Shouzheng sat upright like a mountain and asked the man: "Can you eat now?" ”

Why do you need to raise people to command? Xiao Shami hurriedly served the best meal, Zhao Shouzheng handed a pair of chopsticks to Fan Datong, and the two of them ate and drank as if no one was around.

"True celebrity demeanor!"

As soon as this song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" came out, Zhao Shouzheng was in the eyes of everyone, and he changed from a down-and-out prisoner to an eclectic celebrity......

I saw that Xue Lang, who had always been lonely and arrogant, had been standing aside and pouring water for Zhao Shouzheng.

It wasn't until he had eaten and drunk enough that Xue Lang folded his hands and said, "It's really rude to not ask the lyricist Gao's name." ”

saw Zhao Shouzheng take out a handkerchief and wipe his mouth, so he shook his head slowly and said: "I'm not a lyricist, I'm a lyricist's father." ”

"Uh......" Everyone couldn't help but look stunned, they didn't expect this guy to be a madman!

In today's Ming Dynasty, madmen are the one that is more sought after than Baume & Mercier.

Compared with He Xinyin, Li Zhen, Xu Wei, and earlier Wang Shouren, Yuan Hongdao, Wang Gen, and even the poet and monk Xuelang in front of him, they are all coquettish figures who led the Ming Dynasty.

In this era, following the rules can only be boring to be an official, if you want to lead the world, lead the coquettishness, and become a star in the limelight, you can only take the road of being lonely and arrogant.

However, no matter how crazy you are, you can't talk like that, right?

It was the snow wave that belonged to this hanging, and there was a wry smile on the handsome face.

"With the poem of the donor, it should also be called 'word father', but it still has to be excluded ......from the old-timers such as Liu Suou, Jiang Xinli, etc."

Zhao Shouzheng shook his head again, looked at the monk's bald head honestly and said, "You misunderstood, I mean, this is a word written by my son." ”

Everyone's faces changed again, and there was no good face now, thinking that this madman was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Xue Lang shook his head in disbelief and smiled: "The donor said that he was joking, the donor should have only been established, even if the son of Ling started to learn poetry and lyrics from his mother's womb, he would never have such old and spicy refining skills." ”

"The monk doesn't believe it, and I can't help it. Anyway, the truth is like this, I am not good at writing poems myself, and I went back to my son to make one on my behalf, do you believe it or not. Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands, told the truth, got up and prepared to leave.

He was a kind man and felt that it was enough to get back on the field. But Fan Datong is the most cunning, so he is willing to stop there, pointing to the person hiding in the crowd and laughing: "

"Brother Juren, what can you do with this poem?"

The man shook his head in embarrassment, and when the last sentence came out, he wouldn't be able to say anything.

Fan Datong smiled and said, "Then you are not as good as the son of my classmate." ”

He's really swearing......

But there is the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" that is in the field, and the old man who is holding people with his nostrils facing the sky in plain light doesn't dare to refute a mere supervisor, only to see him get into the crowd and run away.

He just wants to be a beautiful man who doesn't want to be named now.

This poem will definitely spread all over Jinling and even the entire Jiangnan in a short time, and this person doesn't want to be the villain in a good story and be laughed at by the world.

~~

Zhao Shouzheng and the two found the field, ate and drank to their heart's content, and returned victorious.

When he walked out of the gate of Dabao'en Temple, Fan Datong held his head high, like a victorious general.

Zhao Shouzheng sighed there.

"Brother, why are you still frowning when you are so happy today?" Fan Datong asked puzzled.

"Alas, I didn't expect this song to cause such a sensation." Zhao Shouzheng said depressedly: "If I knew this, I would have changed to another one and left it to Wu'er to be in the limelight." ”

"Ah, is that really a good nephew?" Fan Datong's eyes widened, although he admitted that Zhao Hao was shrewd, young and old, and not bad-looking. But he never believed that the fourteen or fifteen-year-old stinky boy could fill in such old and spicy words like Song people.

"Of course it is, why don't you even believe it?!" Zhao Shouzheng was a little unhappy, and said: "Luo Bin Wang is seven years old and sings a goose, Wang Bo wrote the fourteenth work of "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", my son is one year older than Wang Bo, why can't I fill in this "Butterfly Love Flower"?" ”

"Okay, good, that's what my brother said." Fan Datong hurriedly begged for mercy: "The virtuous nephew may be a genius, now it's all done, right?" ”

"What do you mean maybe? He's a genius! ”

Zhao Shouzheng raised his head triumphantly and got on the boat with Fang Wen's support.

"Hey, where did this kid come from?" Fan Datong was startled again.

The boatman propped up the penny and tried to push the canopy away from the dock, but he heard shouts in the distance.

"Donor, word father, please stay ......"

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