Volume 1, Chapter 183: Lin An’s Tragedy.
She wanted to go to Jiuzhou because Ye Tingmu and others were going to Jiuzhou.
This is what she learned when she accidentally overheard Lin An and Ye Tingmu talking.
Although she didn't know why exactly.
But I probably guessed a little bit.
That is related to Feng He’s matter.
After all, what happened in the government office that day was quite a big deal, how could she not know about it?
So she also wants to go to Kyushu.
Let’s not worry about whether my father and ancestors will agree.
Since she is so proud and proud that she wants to go, she must have a reason, right? She can't just say, "I want to go with you guys."
Why?
She herself didn't know. At the age of eighteen, she only knew that she felt at peace when she was with Ye Tingmu. There was no need to ask so many questions.
So if I could go there under the pretext of studying at the academy, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
At least that's what she thought.
Although she likes poetry and books, she just likes them.
Even if I were to write, I wouldn’t be able to.
And she also knows her own strengths and weaknesses, so she is afraid that even if she finishes writing it, it may not be able to make it into the top three.
So she tilted her head and looked at Ye Tingmu.
If he writes it for himself, then it will definitely work.
People only know that the scholar from Shangyun can use a sword, but she knows that Ye Tingmu is also very talented.
Ye Tingmu looked at Dongfang Qingzhu and raised his eyebrows.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to help her.
I have promised his ancestor that I will protect the descendants of the Dongfang family for a thousand years, so doesn't that mean I have to protect the Dongfang Qingzhu?
Same principle.
Besides, if I go to Jiuzhou, I can also see her, which seems to be a good idea.
He took the pen from Dongfang Qingzhu's hand.
Then he said, "Remember to give me the money tomorrow."
Dongfang Qingzhu tilted her head and smiled.
"Yeah, but you have to win, otherwise I won't recognize you."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows.
"Winning is not just about having hands."
Then he looked at the sunset and a lone goose flying south.
With the company of a pond of spring scenery, I soon came up with an idea.
It's you.
If this poem cannot win the championship, it will at least be in the top three.
He wrote furiously, his scribbled handwriting jumping out of the paper.
It was finished very quickly.
He put pen to paper and said proudly, "Done."
Dongfang Qingzhu saw how quick he was, and his eyes were full of suspicion.
After all, even Lin An, the most talented man in the North, had not yet put pen to paper.
But Ye Tingmu had already finished writing.
Naturally, I feel a little weak.
She asked weakly, "Can I do this?"
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes.
"Take it off."
Wan Jin also came over with a flattering look on his face.
"Master, can you please write one for me too? I want to get a rank, too."
Although he didn't know whether Ye Tingmu's writing was good or not, because he was illiterate.
But he believed in Ye Tingmu. If he said it could be done, then it must be done.
Ye Tingmu was speechless.
"Can't you write yourself?"
"I can't read."
"Move... aside."
You are a rich young man, but you can't read.
And you also told me that you and Lin An were classmates.
Where have you been going to school? I'm speechless.
The song closed soon.
It also indicates that the time has come.
Everyone started writing.
Li Changling subconsciously looked at Situ Feng.
Situ Feng nodded at him, indicating that he could start.
Li Changling made a series of gestures to him, and then said, "Everyone, the time is up. Who of you would like to go first?"
As he finished speaking, sparse voices were heard.
Naturally, no one wants to be the first to do something like this.
There is no harm without comparison.
For those who are not very confident,
In this matter, regardless of whether your writing is good or bad, it would be really embarrassing if you were surpassed by others.
So no one wanted to go first.
They would rather someone like Lin An come first.
Even if the other team secures the championship, there are still at least two spots to fight for.
At this time, Lin An stood up.
Bowed.
"I am Lin An, and I have composed a poem that I would like you to enjoy together."
He was still very confident in his words, and it seemed that he was full of confidence in his own poetry.
Ye Tingmu also became interested. He wanted to see the level of this number one talent.
Since he is a talented person, his level should be the highest among the northerners.
"It's Lin An..."
"It's him who came up. I guess I don't need to embarrass myself by bringing this out."
"You're talking as if Lin An isn't the first one, so you have something to do with it."
"If there's nothing, then there's nothing. I came here to learn. I can't write, and I can't even listen to it. Hahaha..."
"Hahahaha, brother, what you said is exactly what I think."
"You and I are close friends."
At this moment, on the high platform, several eyes were also focused on Lin An.
Especially Chao Yu, he had ferocious eyes.
In his opinion, the biggest threat to him in this poetry gathering was Lin An in front of him.
So he naturally looked forward to the poem written by the strongest contender for the title.
Li Changling must have heard of Lin An's name.
He looked at Lin An and made a gesture of invitation.
"Mr. Lin, please."
Situ Feng naturally also looked at Lin An.
The current situation has something to do with this person.
He deserved to die, otherwise even if Ye Ting had suspicions, he would not be able to confirm that Feng He was the Fourth Prince.
That naturally wouldn't have led to the current situation.
So in his eyes, this man deserved to die, just like his father.
Lin An walked up to the crowd and bowed to them.
Then he stood up and pointed the folding fan in his hand into the distance.
There is a sunset that has not yet set.
He read.
“Where the sunset disappears, there is a touch of orange sadness.”
"The sun sets as the spring evening breeze blows."
"The moon is scattered into stars."
"I imprisoned Cangyue in the corridor."
"Lock up Shadow's unreasonable panic."
"In this lake filled with thoughts,"
"The desolation after the hustle and bustle."
"You said desolate."
"And yet the pond is full of crabapples in bloom."
When the poem began, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and joy.
When the poem was finished, everyone's eyes were filled with melancholy and hesitation.
Although the moon has not risen.
But it still makes people feel the glimmer of the bright moon rising in their hearts.
This poem is beautiful and sad.
Maybe it was the death of his father or a family change.
This is what allowed him to write such beautiful and sad words.
This poem is truly beautiful.
Lin An is worthy of the title of the most talented man in the north.
After Lin An finished reading, his thoughts were still immersed in the poem.
The sadness in the corner of his eyes is very tempting.
Li Changling tapped his folding fan lightly, savoring the lingering rhythm of the poem.
Then he said: "What a good poem, what a good poem, the orange sun, the scattered stars, and the full pond of crabapples...Mr. Lin, you are worthy of being the most talented person in the north. I admire you, I admire you."
Lin An came back to his senses and said to Li Changling, "In front of the little poet, Lin An is not very talented and knowledgeable. I apologize for my poor performance."
"Hahaha...Mr. Lin An is not only talented, but also very humble. What do you think of this poem?"
"good......"
“Well written…”
Voices of approval rang out all around, accompanied by thunderous applause.
Lin An kept clasping his fists, then sat back down.
Several people gave him a thumbs-up.
"Sure, Anzi..."
Ye Tingmu also said: "Well, not bad, he has some stuff, worthy of being with me."
The poetry in this world is not called poetry, but more like lyrics. Such works were within Ye Tingmu's expectations.
The land and water nurture the people, and the final right of interpretation belongs to the author.
Lin An always smiled and said nothing.
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