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After a cheer, there was silence in the entire peach forest. Both eyes looked at Luo Ping, waiting for him to write the fourth sentence.

The original sentence of the fourth sentence is "There is a sound of geese in Guazhou", and Luo Xin has never been to Guazhou, so naturally he can't write it like this. He frowned slightly and thought for a while, and finally reluctantly wrote:

There is the sound of geese in the air!

And at this moment, a flock of geese flew by in the sky, leaving behind a string of geese chirping. Luo Xin's heart was happy, and Zhang Xun was even more excited, stretching his neck and singing:

"There is the sound of geese in the air!"

"Good!"

This time, it was Zhou Zhixian who applauded the case, and Lu Tingfang and the mountain and wild monks also showed excitement in their eyes. The mountain and wild monks arched their hands towards Lu Tingfang and said:

"Congratulations to Lu Weng, a rare good poem!"

Lu Tingfang also had a smile on his face, and he couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

"What a vision I have! The prosperity of the Lu family fell on this son! ”

"Good!"

Zhou Yu and Haizheng applauded in unison, and walked towards Luo Ping. Then more scholars walked towards Luo Ping, and Luo Zhi also walked over with a smile, only Jian Ming stood there with a dead face.

Luo Zhi took a few steps forward and walked to Luo Zhi first, stretched out his hand and patted Luo Zhi's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Xin'er, that's good!"

A trace of surprise appeared on Zhou Yu's face, he and Luo Zhi also had a few faces, knowing that his writing was okay, but the poetry was a little unbearable, how could he dare to praise Luo Xin first with his poetry level?

Luo Zhi...... Luo Xin...... Could it be ......

Zhou Yu bowed his hand to Luo Zhi and said, "Brother Luo, you and Luo Xin?" ”

"Xin'er is my nephew! His father is my second brother! Luo Zhi's face showed pride, as if the poem was written by him.

"Oh......"

Zhou Yu nodded, then no longer paid attention to Luo Zhi, but arched his hand towards Luo Xin and said, "In the next Zhou Yu." ”

"Luo Xin!" Luo Xin also returned the salute.

"Hisun!" Haizheng also stepped forward to salute, and Luo Xin hurriedly returned the salute.

"In Shimuroliang!"

“…………”

A group of scholars introduced themselves one after another, and Luo Xin's surroundings suddenly became lively. Haizheng's eyes fell on the paper, and he couldn't help blurting out:

"Good word!"

This call made the surrounding scholars quiet, and they all fell on the paper, and then there was a burst of exclamations. Any scholar present felt that his words were far away from Luo Xin's words, and the words were human faces, and then looked at Luo Xin's gaze and couldn't help but bring out a trace of shock and admiration.

Lu Tingfang, Zhou Zhixian and Shanye Jushi in the distance also heard Haizheng's exclamation. The three of them couldn't help but be surprised in their hearts, could it be that this Luo Xin still has a good hand?

This word is not something that can be practiced overnight, how good can an eight-year-old child's words be?

Zhou Zhixian and the mountain and wild monks couldn't help but look at Lu Tingfang. To say that this Lu Tingfang really hasn't read Luo Xin's words, when Luo Xin signed the contract, he didn't read it, and he didn't look at that kind of thing full of copper smell. At this time, his heart was also shocked. But when he saw Zhou Zhixian and the mountain and wild monks looking over, he immediately smiled and made a look that I already knew, which couldn't help but make Zhou Zhixian and the mountain and wild people itch and feel unbearable, and Zhou Zhixian shouted loudly:

"Luo Xin, send your poem over."

As soon as Luo Xin wanted to stretch out his hand, he was stopped by Zhou Yu and said, "Luo Xin, let's settle the topic first!" ”

Luo Xin then remembered that his poem had no title, so he picked up the pen and thought for a while, and wrote three words on the paper:

Autumn in the peach forest.

Zhou Yu nodded, although this topic is average, but it is also appropriate. took a step to the side, and the scholars behind him also took a step to the side, giving Luo Xin a human-shaped alley. Luo Xin first bowed to the scholars, and the scholars also returned the salute, and then picked up the poem manuscript with both hands and walked towards the three people in Zhou Zhi County.

In the center of the peach forest, Jian Ming was the only one standing there, watching Luo Xin walk towards him step by step with a dead face.

Luo Xin's eyes seemed to have no him at all, and he walked straight past him, his concise gaze involuntarily fell on the poem manuscript that Luo Xin was holding in both hands, and when he saw Luo Xin's words, his eyes showed a look of shock.

Luo Xin walked to the front row and saw Zhou Zhixian sitting in the center, so he handed the poem manuscript to Zhou Zhixian with both hands. Zhou Zhixian took the manuscript of the poem, his eyes fell on the manuscript, and he couldn't help blurting out praise:

"Good word!"

"Good word!"

The mountain and wild monks couldn't help but blurt out praise, and Lu Tingfang almost blurted out praise, but fortunately, he closed his mouth in time. In the hearts of everyone, he already knew Luo Xin's words, and if he praised it again at this time, wouldn't it be exposed?

However, as a literati, when he saw a pair of good words, he was really excited, and he couldn't praise it, which made Lu Tingfang's old face red.

The Taoyuan Cultural Fair is over.

In the praise of Zhou Zhixian and the mountain and wild monks, Luo Xin politely declined Zhou Yu in Lu Tingfang's advice, Haizheng and a group of scholars invited the party to admire the moon, and said that his father was waiting for him to go home, so he said goodbye and left with Zhang Xun.

rode the Zhang family's mule carriage towards Shanglin Village, and on the carriage sat Zhang Shu, Zhang Xun, father and son, as well as Luo Zhi and Luo Xin's uncle and nephew. Zhang Xun was talking about what happened in the Taolin Cultural Meeting there, and Luo Xin was a little depressed sitting in the car.

That kind of thing happened before, and he really couldn't get close to his uncle, and he even felt a little disgusted in his heart. But he couldn't refuse his uncle to go back with him in Zhang Shu's mule carriage. Of course, Zhang Shu will not refuse, after all, there are only three talents in Shanglin Village: Zhang Shu, Luo Zhi and Lin Chang.

Besides......

Don't say that this car is not Luo Xin's, even if it is Luo Xin's, he can't refuse. This is his uncle, his uncle. If you refuse, you will not be divided between the top and bottom, you will be pointed at the backbone and scolded, and the book will be read into the dog's stomach.

This is the thinking of the ancient family, Luo Xin is powerless to fight, so he has to sit in the car and be depressed, and he can't show it on his face.

Luo Zhi was very excited, as if it was not Luo Xin who showed his face today, but he Luo Zhi. After Zhang Xun finished talking about the Taolin Literary Conference, he talked with Zhang Shu with a smile on his face, with pride on his face, and from time to time he tried a few sentences of Luo Xin's four books, and Luo Xin answered a few words perfunctorily.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xin's poem spread at a breakneck speed in the following days. In fact, it's no wonder that the scholars in Yanglin County haven't published a similar poem in Yanglin County for a long, long time, and they have been teased by the literati of other prefectures and counties, otherwise the scholars wouldn't be *** because of Luo Xin's similar poem, and now that there is such a poem, how can they not try their best to publicize it?

What's more, there are also Zhou Zhixian and mountain and wild people behind the scenes?

Of course, Lu Tingfang was not involved in this matter, he was afraid that Luo Xin would not be able to become famous when he was young, how could he be behind it? He also thought that the next time Luo Xin came to borrow a book, he would have a deep conversation with Luo Xin.

However, in any case, Luo Xin's poem spread inexorably, and even later spread from the north to the south, so that many literati knew the poem "Taolin Autumn" and knew that there was a person named Luo Xin in the north.

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