Mingshi

Chapter 58 Applause
Thank you very much for the reward from Glacier Dancer!

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"what?"

"Luo Xin and Lu Tingfang know each other?"

"It was Lu Tingfang who refused to let Luo Xin write poems?"

"Doesn't this mean that Luo Xin and Lu Tingfang have a very close relationship?"

"It's over, it's over, did I laugh just now? Will Lu Tingfang see it!"

Luo Zhi opened his mouth wide, and there was a voice in his heart: "No way?"

At this time, Jian Ming's heart was beating violently, and she was a little at a loss.This time I came here to make a name for myself, but I didn't get my name, but I offended Lu Tingfang.

Is Lu Tingfang someone he can offend?
How can this be good?

You said you had something to do with Lu Tingfang, you should have said it earlier!What kind of grandson are you pretending to be!You pockmarks are not called pockmarks, you are called cheaters!

Seeing that Luo Xin's eyes were still sharp, Lu Tingfang sighed in her heart, and glanced at Jian Ming, her heart was filled with disgust.He knew that the shame and anger in Luo Xin's heart had not dissipated at this time, if it ended like this, Luo Xin would inevitably feel resentment towards him in his heart.This involuntarily increased his distaste for simplicity.If today's incident made Luo Xin a teenager famous and lost himself, he would definitely not treat him lightly.He sighed again in his heart and said:

"Luo Xin, you can write a poem now!"

The sharpness in Luo Xin's eyes eased, and he glanced at Lu Tingfang with gratitude in his heart.Gently nodded and said:
"it is good!"

He was about to pick up the ink stick and start grinding the ink, but saw a hand stretched out beside him to pick up the ink stick and grind it finely.Luo Xin turned his head and saw Zhang Xun's encouraging eyes, so he smiled slightly at Zhang Xun, and then began to search his memory for a poem suitable for his age.

It is not easy to find a poem that is barely suitable for his age. At his age, he is destined not to be able to write some experienced poems, let alone be able to relate to the relationship between men and women, nor can he have lofty ideas, which makes him slightly frown I frowned.

"Lu Weng knows Luo Xin?" Zhou Zhixian asked curiously.

"En!" Lu Tingfang nodded lightly and said, "He's a good seed!"

After the words were finished, Lu Tingfang stopped talking, because the relationship between him and Luo Xin was not humane.But the more vague he is, the more thought-provoking he is.Zhou Zhixian nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more questions, just kept Luo Xin in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Xun had finished researching the ink and took half a step back.Luo Xin slowly picked up the pen.At this time, he had already selected a poem, which was written by Chen Jiru, a writer, calligrapher and painter of the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Jiru, courtesy name Zhongchun, nicknamed Meigong and Migong.Huating people.Zhu Sheng, aged 29, lived in seclusion in Xiaokunshan, and later lived in Dongsheshan. Dumen wrote, he was good at poetry and prose, calligraphy Su, rice, and painting.Good at painting plums and landscapes, painting plums with many albums and small pages, natural and casual, with a desolate mood.On painting advocates literati painting, adheres to the Northern and Southern Schools, attaches importance to the cultivation of painters, and agrees that calligraphy and painting have the same origin.There are "Plum Blossom Book" and "Yunshan Volume" handed down from generation to generation.Author of "Chen Meigong Complete Works", "Small Window", "Tombstone of General Wu Ge", "Ni Gu Lu".

It's just that Chen Jiru is less than ten years old now, so naturally he can't write brilliant masterpieces and poems that have been handed down.You must know that the poems and articles that Luo Xin transcribed before are not in vain, they are strictly divided.He chose Chen Jiru's "Climbing the Golden Mountain under the Moon".But he was going to make some corrections. With Chen Jiru's poems as a foundation, even if the corrections were a little worse, it wouldn't be that bad?Moreover, he is only eight years old now, he has an age advantage, and with Lu Tingfang present, he will not be criticized.

The original text of "Waiting for the Golden Mountain under the Moon" is: Jiangping is ten thousand miles away in autumn, and the mountains are quiet at the third watch of the month. It seems that outside the cold smoke, there are geese in Guazhou.

This term does not match the current scene, and Luo Xin is only eight years old, so it is impossible to have been to Jinshan.This needs to be changed, and the change should be in line with the scenery here, at least to stick to the edge.

A few yellowed leaves fell down and swirled in the wind before Luo Xin's eyes. Luo Xin's eyes lit up, and he dipped his pen in thick ink and wrote on the paper:

The leaves fall thousands of miles in autumn!
Zhang Xun's eyes lit up, not to mention the artistic conception of the poem, just adding the word "autumn" is already in line with the season of this essay meeting.Immediately chanted loudly:

"Leaves fall thousands of miles in autumn!"

The gazes of Lu Tingfang, the magistrate of Zhou County, and the monks in the mountains moved slightly. Just a line of poetry would not make their hearts turmoil. It is already very rare for an eight-year-old child to write this line.

Feiyan's eyes just shrank, Haizheng's cold snort had already startled her, and Lu Tingfang's words made her even more confused. At this time, when she heard Zhang Xun's singing again, her expression changed even more.If this Luo Xin is also a child prodigy...

At this time, her heart was deeply regretful, and she was still flustered.

Haizheng also looked at Luo Xin in surprise, he didn't expect Luo Xin to be able to write such a poem, and he wondered what would happen next?

The concise expression didn't change at all, he was still thinking about offending Lu Tingfang, and he didn't pay attention to this line of poem at all.An eight-year-old child can make such a poem has reached the limit, and the next step must be extremely inferior.

Luo Zhi didn't respond. His level of poetry is not very good, and he can't tell whether it is good or bad.It's just that Luo Xin was able to write a sentence, and he was a little surprised.

At this time, Luo Xin had already opened his mind, and wrote the second sentence.

Lin Jing Sui Mid-Autumn Festival!
Zhang Xun almost yelled "Okay", the people who wrote the poems at the scene today haven't put on the word Mid-Autumn Festival yet.This is not to blame these scholars, the poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival have been written absolutely by the Tang and Song Dynasties. After the Song Dynasty, there are almost no poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.Immediately chanting excitedly:
"Lin Jingsui Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"it is good!"

Several scholars in the crowd couldn't help applauding, even Lu Tingfang, Zhou Zhixian and Shanye layman also nodded slightly, Hisun's eyes lit up, looking at Luo Xin with a look of sympathy.Jian Ming finally looked at Luo Xin squarely, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.Zhou Yu's eyes showed anticipation.Feiyan's eyes showed a trace of anxiety, and Luo Zhi's eyes were a little dazed.

Buckle up for the Mid-Autumn Festival!Mid-Autumn Festival poems have been written absolutely by the Tang and Song Dynasties, and few people in the Ming Dynasty could write excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poems!
As if outside the cold smoke!
Luo Xin wrote down the third sentence, which he did not change and used the original sentence.Zhang Xun on the side blushed and sang:

"It's like the cold smoke outside!"

"it is good!"

This time it was Zhou Yu who cheered, and then there was another round of cheers.Jian Ming's face was ashamed, he knew that he had disgraced himself this time.His poems are definitely not as good as Luo Xin's poems.As a scholar, I was forced under the pressure of two boys, and I was still mocking Luo Xin just now, if Luo Xin is only worthy of playing with mud, what is he?
I am afraid that from today onwards, he will become a joke of Shilin.

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