Rebirth of the noble daughter

Chapter 64
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yin Canwen looked at his master in the academy, and thought he was worried that their relationship would be criticized, so he comforted him, "Second son, don't worry, you are very talented, and you will surely stand out."

Feng Jinlin's eyes flickered like stars, and he laughed out loud looking at Yin Canwen.

"Brother Yin, you are being polite. If I compare with others, I will naturally not lose, but if I compare with you, then I'd better bow down to save myself from embarrassment, hahaha."

The laughing voice attracted the students around. They looked at Yin Canwen with jealousy, admiration, admiration, or dislike...but none of them were as clear as Feng Er's eyes.

Yin Canwen smiled wryly, he would actually create momentum for himself.

Bai Siruo was caught by Feng Er as soon as he came, and made a face when no one was paying attention, Feng Er's handsome face was distorted a bit.

On the other hand, Feng Jinyao, who was next to her, took a deep look at Feng Er, reminding him that it is better not to show off at such a time.

Yangchun Poetry Club, it sounds nice to say that it was a competition before Chunwei, but there were secret activities for outsiders. If she hadn't bumped into Wen's father and son to talk about it in the last life, she might still be in the dark like everyone else where.

Feng Er has a deep affection for her brother and sister, and she can understand the meaning from her eyes without saying a lot.

Left and right, he doesn't like to join in the fun, so let's leave the opportunity to those students from poor families, they need affirmation even more.

Not far away, Wen Mengsheng and his cousin Wen Xinglu stood among the students, standing out from the crowd.

After all, Wen Mengsheng is the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. He grew up in this eastern capital since he was a child, and his temperament should be extraordinarily high.

Wen Xinglu standing next to him was not bad, although his eyebrows were not as outstanding as Wen Mengsheng, but he was a bit more imposing than ordinary people.

Feng Jinyao remembered him, this cousin was a Tanhualang in his previous life, and his knowledge was not adulterated.

Therefore, today, although he has a few words of humility and politeness to the students around him, his eyes are full of the inevitable.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Bai Chaohe consciously presided over the scene.

"Everyone, everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

His voice was not as thick as that of the general, but it carried an unquestionable tone. Everyone present had heard of Shiro Sangshiro's name, so they admired him very much, and naturally obeyed the order.

No one was making noise, they were quietly listening to Bai Chaohe's words.

"Since the first emperor in my dynasty, there has been the Yangchun Poetry Society. You gathered here today to build momentum for next year's Chunwei. If that is the case, I would like to show you all your talents."

As soon as the words were finished, many students saw excitement in their eyes, looking at Bai Shilang as if they were gods in heaven.

Bai Chaohe took a look, there were quite a few familiar faces, it seemed that the competition for the top three this year would be fierce.

Everyone looked at the highly respected academician Lu, waiting for him to say the topic of this competition.

He raised his hand and stroked the white beard on his chin, and he had a plan in mind.

"Gentlemen, this year's snow comes late, and the old man sees the snow in the mountains covering the sky, why don't you use the first snow as the topic?"

As soon as this topic came out, most people were gearing up.

It is not difficult to take snow as the topic, but it is precisely because of its simplicity that the poems made are easy to complete, and it is even more difficult to stand out.

"A stick of incense shall prevail. I'll wait here for your masterpieces." The chubby academician Xing said cheerfully.

For a stick of incense, it would be difficult to compose poems on the spot, so most people used poems they had made in the past. Although it was a bit blunt, it barely fit the theme.

Feng Er had been reminded a long time ago, and he didn't dare to show off, so he randomly picked a sentence that fit the theme and put it on the paper, and handed it in quickly.

Fourth Uncle Bai gave him a hopeful look. Although Feng Jinlin was a bit arrogant, he was full of talent, and he was also well-known among the sons of Dongducheng. His words must be ingenious.

It's a pity that after he read the words and sentences on the paper, his eyebrows were lightly clustered, and his face was worried.

Looking at Feng Er's eyes a little more suspicious, what is this kid doing?

This poem is not as good as his free play after drinking. Is this deliberately hiding his clumsiness?
"I've heard of the name of Second Young Master Feng a long time ago, let me let the old man take a look at the talents of this young man today."

Academician Lu took the paper and looked at it, and the smile froze on his originally cheerful face.

That's it?

It can barely be considered neat, and the theme is also deducted from the first snow, but the poetry in it is gone. The other two academicians took a look and shook their heads.

Due to my sympathy, I didn't express too much, I just said, "There is room for improvement." Then I looked at other people's works.

Feng Er spread his hands helplessly, and exchanged a look with Uncle Bai Si, indicating that this matter was not what he wanted, but that the two pairs of eyes behind him were staring closely, and he dared not make mistakes.

Fourth Uncle Bai couldn't laugh or cry, he had already experienced the power of the two big Buddhas behind.

Feng Er handed in the papers, and was completely unrestrained. He turned his head to look at Yin Canwen, only to see that he was well-versed in thinking, and he quickly wrote poems on paper.

Feng Er looked at it with great admiration, and clasped his fists and said.

"Brother Yin is amazing, it's really my luck that Feng can get to know you."

What he said was sincere, and he didn't have the grandeur of a nobleman at all, nor did he have any hypocritical politeness. Yin Canwen also cupped his fists in return, "It's just a trivial skill. Brother Feng is ridiculous."

When the paper was handed over to the four academicians, Academician Lu read a few words in a low voice.

No gain, no name, no glory or disgrace, no worries and worries.

In front of the night light, singing alone, drinking alone, singing alone and laughing alone.

The situation is that the mountains are full of snow at the beginning of the year, and the moon is shining brightly.

Let's pretend to be a hundred years old and follow his old age.

Knowing wealth, who can protect it.Knowing the merits, when is it.

Counting the gold and jade, how much is there to fight for.

A moment of time is insignificant, but it is often not too early to think about it.

Waiting for spring to bring wine to kill the east wind and sleep in the fragrant grass.

"Okay, okay, let me say a word, if you know wealth, who can protect it. If you know your achievements, when will it be? This kind of heart and mind, even the old man can't match it, the future generations are fearful, the future generations are fearful!"

Taking Chuxue as a guide and endowing oneself with aspirations, this kind of talent and learning deserves to be number one.

"I have long heard that there is a talented student in Yunqi Academy this year. It seems that you are the one who is talking about it."

Academician Lu cherishes talented people the most. Although he has never met him before, this poem is already an unprecedented masterpiece when it comes out. Thin talent.

"Your academician is absurd."

When he spoke, there was no look of pride in his talents, but he also had no intention of being humble and humble. Academician Lu couldn't help liking him even more after seeing his gentle and honest temperament.

Glancing at each other with the other three, everyone looked at Yin Canwen with admiration, saying that Yin Canwen lived up to his name, and his articles were more brilliant than the sun and the moon.

Wen Xinglu's poems are not bad, but unfortunately, he lost in his open-mindedness.

　The poems in this chapter are quoted from "Manjianghong Wuli Wuming", Song Dynasty, Zhang Sheng, Wangzhi.

　　
　
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