Ling Yun staggered slowly, looking at the students behind him with a look of amusement and ridicule in his eyes.
"Okay! Since you won't cry until you see the coffin, I'll let you see what real poetry is!"
After Ling Yun finished speaking, he looked at the students around him and said in a low voice, "Since some people suspect that my poem is plagiarized, they suspect that I am not doing the right thing."
Everyone's eyes moved with his steps.
Suddenly without warning, he shouted, "Today, I will teach you what real poetry is and what high-spirited writing is."
He turned around and shouted, "Bring the wine!"
The maid serving the wine in the back was startled by his surprise.
She was so frightened that she thought Ling Yun had gone mad or was drunk. She was trembling all over and did not dare to take a step forward.
When he failed to pretend to be 13, he was feeling embarrassed inside, but on the outside he was unfazed.
As long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
I had no choice but to step forward myself.
He snatched the wine from the maid's hand and immediately sat at her feet, pouring wine and drinking. He drank three small glasses in a row.
The maid was so frightened by his unbecoming behavior that she hid behind Xiao Si.
In just a moment, the wine in Lingyun's cup poured into his stomach, and he let out a wine burp.
Suddenly he stood up and slapped the table, his steps staggering, as if he was about to get drunk.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Si quickly stepped forward to support him, but was unexpectedly thrown away by Ling Yun.
I saw him turning back to look at the many students behind him, squinting his eyes and saying, "Look, this is the real poetry."
With that said, Ling Yun sat on the floor and started writing.
I don't know if it was because of drinking, but my face was rosy, my eyes were crystal clear, and my body was shaking constantly.
"I read it, you write it."
Ling Yun felt that he was not in good condition and seemed to be unable to hold the pen, so he suddenly spoke to the people behind him.
But everyone thought he was drunk and crazy, so no one paid any attention to him.
Li Huairen looked at Li Chengyou, as if asking if he should stop him, but the latter just shook his head, wanting to see what trick he was playing.
Therefore, among the students below, only Wang Jinghui was holding his pen and waiting for Ling Yun to open his lips.
Don't let go of the green mountains, and set your roots in the broken rocks... Without thanking Dongjun, the painting has an independent name...
...
Ling Yun had no warning, no preparation, and all these poems blurted out. In just a short time, there were dozens of them.
The more everyone listened, the more shocked they became. Whether it was the two adults above or the many students below, they were all dumbfounded and stared at Ling Yun.
At this moment, no one made a sound, everyone was listening to Ling Yun's recitation.
Yes, it’s better to call it poetry than recitation, because no one has ever seen more than a dozen bamboo poems come out in one breath, and what’s more, they come from one person’s mouth.
Ling Yun stood next to Wang Jinghui, leaning his right hand on Wang Jinghui's shoulder, patted the desk, and continued to say loudly, "Wine..."
The maid carrying the wine was no longer as timid as before, she trotted forward with the wine, and soon she was behind Ling Yun.
When Ling Yun drinks a drink, she pours him a drink.
When Wang Jinghui finished writing, Lingyun started again.
Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a glass to relieve the sorrow, the sorrow will become more sorrow... Singing to the wine, how is life... I advise you to drink gold and drink without saying goodbye...
Wang Jinghui wrote furiously, but he couldn't keep up with his speed. He had no choice but to signal to two or three friends to remain silent together.
Those few people didn't refuse. It was a great blessing in life to witness this grand occasion with their own eyes. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to do so in silence?
In Nuo's big mansion, there is a large empty lawn, but only one person is talking.
Everyone else was silent, staring at the little man who wrote a poem in the name of the desk.
He is less than five feet tall, with a childish face and clear eyes that seem to pour out all he has learned in his life.
No one in the scene stepped forward to disturb him, even Gao Shijing. At this time, he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.
He stared at Ling Yun quietly, even if he didn't want to believe it.
But the praises echoed in his ears one after another, telling him everything.
This is Ling Yun, this is the chief case officer of Anzhou Prefecture, an opponent he will never be able to match in his life.
He began to laugh at himself, wondering where he had the courage to challenge the man in front of him.
No wonder Ling Yun looked at him with such complicated eyes just now. It was strange. It turned out that he didn't want to argue with him. He was still tit for tat at every turn. He was really a clown who didn't know his own abilities.
Tonight, even the proud man had to lower his head and laugh at himself, "I'm not as good as him."
Then he muttered, "No one in Anzhou is like him, and no one in the entire Daqian Dynasty can compare with him."
When I thought about it, I felt much relieved.
Faced with Gao Shijing's aggressive approach, Ling Yun recited all the ancient poems he had learned in his previous life for more than ten years.
In the beginning, it was about chanting bamboo poems. After drinking glass after glass of wine, I gradually became attracted to him.
He didn't care at all whether it was about a bamboo poem or a plum poem, and it didn't matter whether anyone present had heard it.
Those ancient poems that I had memorized over and over again for more than ten years in my previous life.
Through his thin lips, it continued to echo in the prefect.
Li Chengyou's eyes began to undergo strange changes, from shock to disbelief, then to disbelief...
I thought how could it be possible, how could it be possible?
With regard to the speed and quality of poetry writing, who dares to compete?
In this scene, even those highly respected scholars in the Daqian Dynasty may not be able to achieve this, right?
I originally thought that coming to Anzhou Prefecture to invigilate the exam would be a hard job, but after meeting today, that may not be the case anymore.
With such a talented person, who could he give me instead of me?
Many students in the audience simply wanted to watch the show at first.
Regardless of whether Ling Yun was plagiarizing or not, they seemed happy to bump into him as long as they could embarrass him.
It has to be said that jealousy exists no matter the time or age.
Where there are people, there will be comparisons.
Fortunately, in front of the two adults, they did not act too presumptuously and put Ling Yun in trouble.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly feel happy, otherwise I would just be like Gao Shijing and just smile more.
It's just that they have never heard any of these wonderful poems. Could it be... that they were all written by Ling Yun?
Everyone's faces were filled with shock and disbelief.
As for the quality of Ling Yun's poems, everyone here is a scholar or scholar, and you will know how to measure them in your heart.
Just like the scholars above who are half a century old, they have a lot of experience. They have participated in many large and small scenes and poetry gatherings.
But this sight has never been heard of, let alone seen.
Ling Yun seemed to feel that drinking from a small cup was not satisfying enough, so he threw the silver cup to the ground and drank from the pot. It was a happy life!
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing each other as three people...
Before he finished reciting the poem, Ling Yun leaned on Wang Jinghui and fell down.
The maid and Xiao Si at the back quickly supported him.
But at this time, Ling Yun was already drunk, his legs were weak, his chin was only pressed against his chest, and he fell into a deep sleep.
This student banquet was coming to an end after Ling Yun fell.
Just as he was leaving the venue, Master Xuezheng suddenly said, "Do not spread today's events to anyone else. Violators will be severely punished!"
[Author's digression]: Mr. Ling is here, who can compete with him? (I was supposed to add an extra update last night. After all, I was on the fourth wheel. Unfortunately, my colleagues took me out to have a drink. I came back and hurriedly coded a chapter.
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