Ling Yun composed no less than a hundred poems in total.
After the students' banquet ended, many people crowded around Gao Shijing when they left the prefect's mansion.
Suddenly someone said, "Brother Gao, do you think this case really has extraordinary abilities?"
The person who spoke happened to be in the garden, and he exposed the poem he composed last night as a recital in front of everyone.
This person's surname is Fan, and his single name has the character Jian.
Speaking of which, Fan Jian had a sinister appearance and small eyes, as narrow as his mind, and he was looking at everyone around him.
The narrow chin and red shiny lips made the whole person look shiny and vulgar.
"What do you mean by this?" Gao Shijing, who originally looked gloomy, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes.
He looked like a zombie just now, but now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong.
A ten-year-old boy who composed hundreds of poems overnight was either a god or a monster.
"I feel that no one can compose so many poems in one breath. Besides, from what I heard, every poem is considered to be excellent."
Gao Shijing was silent. Although he had doubts, the blow he had just experienced was still vivid in his mind, and he couldn't figure out what Fan Jian's words meant.
Another person in the crowd said, "It's impossible to do it overnight. What if Ling Yun had already prepared it and just recited it at the banquet while enjoying the wine?"
This person is from Lin'an County and his name is Nan Qiang.
It can be seen that Nan Qiang knows Gao Shijing, so of course he is now on his side.
What's more, Gao Shijing's background is not small. It is better to provide help when it is time for it than to add icing on the cake. This is the simplest reason.
This was also the reason why they saw Gao Shijing walking out without any hesitation, so they followed him out together.
Most of the people here are more or less from Lin'an County, and their calculations are similar to those in Nanqiang.
As soon as Nan Qiang finished speaking, everyone was shocked and nodded slightly, feeling that what he said made sense.
Otherwise, they really can’t figure out where the poems written by Ling Yun come from?
Furthermore, only the first dozen or so of Lingyun's poems are related to Yazhu. Although the following dozens of poems are all excellent, they have nothing to do with Yazhu.
After everyone thought about it carefully, they found that it was true as he said.
Of course, the scene was so shocking that they didn't notice it for a moment.
Fan Jian suddenly clapped his hands and shouted, "Brother Nan's words were like an enlightenment, which made us discover the suspicion in them."
Fan Jian was dancing as if he had discovered a new world, as if he had discovered Lingyun's shady secret.
The wretched expression and funny movements made people cover their mouths and laugh.
Fan Jian, who noticed that the atmosphere was unusual, looked up and found that everyone was looking at him and laughing.
Embarrassed, he smiled and stopped what he was doing.
He straightened his clothes and pretended to be serious, "I was too excited for a moment, don't blame me!"
Nan Qiang, who had laughed the loudest just now, stopped his smile and said with a smile on his face, "We all know that Brother Fan is a person of temperament, so naturally he will not be the same as us."
Hearing this, Fan Jian realized that Na Na would care about what he had just done. He waved his sleeves and laughed in a low voice, "There, there, everyone here is a person of good temper.
Sometimes there are some strange actions, which are purely coincidental.”
"That's right, that's right." Everyone quickly agreed, seeming to agree with Fan Jian's words.
"Brother Nan, you said that the poem Lingyun recited tonight was not composed on the spot?" Gao Shijing, who had regained his composure, looked at Nan Qiang thoughtfully.
Nan Qiang was extremely sure, his mouth trembled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, if he hadn't come prepared, how could Ling Yun be able to create so many masterpieces in just a few seconds? He is just a cunning and insidious person who wants to become famous all over the world. Just a villain."
Nan Qiang insisted that Ling Yun's poem tonight was not written on the spot, but had been planned and prepared.
As soon as Nan Qiang finished speaking, the despair in Gao Shijing's eyes reappeared, and a glimmer of hope was a revival.
When Nan Qiang said this, Gao Shijing felt much better, and at the same time he also concluded that Ling Yun was just prepared.
I happened to recite it all at once in front of the students’ banquet tonight.
In this way, not only can it win the applause of the audience, but it can also be well-known and spread to the outside world by students who are leaving, thus achieving the purpose of becoming famous.
Gao Shijing was wrong when he thought about it. Not to mention him, even he was the most famous, most virtuous and respected scholar in the Daqian Dynasty.
It is definitely not possible to create such a natural masterpiece that will be passed down overnight, let alone not just one or two songs, but hundreds of them.
It’s just that no one in the Daqian Dynasty can do it, so how can it be something that a ten-year-old boy can do?
Something that has never happened before. Your Lingyun's small crime must be his conspiracy.
What a cunning and cunning plan. I didn’t expect that I, Gao Shijing, almost fell into his trap.
At that time, he also felt that Ling Yun was extremely talented and possessed a talent that could not be matched by one person.
I couldn't help raising my hands and slapped myself twice in the mouth to comfort my injured soul.
I thought I, Gao Shijing, was smart all my life, but when I was confused for a moment, I almost fell into the trap of this villain.
I didn’t expect that you, Ling Yun, would destroy my Taoist heart, Gao Shijing, for your own selfish purposes. You are really a despicable and shameless person!
All in all, after being criticized by everyone, Gao Shijing finally came to his senses.
He spat twice towards the magistrate's mansion to vent his inner dissatisfaction.
Ling Yun didn't know what Gao Shijing was talking about tonight. He was fast asleep at this time.
There was nothing to say all night, and it was noon the next day when I woke up again.
When Ling Yun opened his sleepy eyes, feeling pain all over his body, the events of last night's student banquet suddenly appeared in his mind.
Ling Yun's eyes were full of shock. Who would have thought that last night he would go crazy due to drinking, and become so inspired by poetry?
Fortunately, no one noticed anything unusual. If he was drunk and talking nonsense... thinking about it, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
At this time, the door was pushed open. Ling Yun thought he was in Wang's house, so he said for no reason, "Sister Xiaohong, give me a bowl of vegetable porridge, thank you!"
Unexpectedly, the person who came in was indeed a stranger. Ling Yun looked up and was shocked. He looked at the person warily and yelled, "Who are you?"
When the man saw that he had frightened Ling Yun, he knelt down in panic and said something like, "Master Ling, please forgive me. Master Ling, please forgive me."
Ling Yun was panicked and at a loss, and quickly asked, "Who are you and why do you appear in my room?"
"My maid, my name is Xiao Wu, and she is a maid in the prefect's house. Master Ling, you were drunk last night, and the prefect ordered me to take care of you."
"In the prefect's palace?" Ling Yun muttered, then looked around the room, and suddenly realized that this was not the palace.
"Get up, how about you go down and make me some vegetable porridge?" Ling Yun asked softly.
"Of course, sir, I said, no matter what Master Ling needs, Xiao Wu will satisfy your needs." Xiao Wu stood up from the ground, looked up at Ling Yun slightly, and nodded carefully.
Why does this sound weird?
He was currently depressed about what happened last night, and for the moment he didn't pay attention to Xiao Wu's implication.
After Ling Yun drank the porridge, his stomach felt much better.
Xiao Wu suddenly said that Master Xuezheng wanted to see him. Ling Yun was a little flustered. He didn't know why Li Chengyou was looking for him. Could it be because of last night?
With an uneasy heart, he followed Xiao Wu to Li Chengyou's door. As soon as he reached the door, Xiao Wu stopped and had no choice but to knock on the door.
After getting the answer, Ling Yun pushed the door open and walked in with his head lowered.
Ling Yun raised his head, bowed and saluted, "Master Xuezheng, I heard that you are looking for me?"
[Author's digression]: I recommend a masterpiece that is also a historical fiction. The book is called "The Legend of Song Wu". If you are interested, you can read it!!!
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