The princess and Luo Tianyi both have good looks, but their personalities are completely different. One is extremely cold and charming, while the other is gentle and tender.
But if it were an ordinary person, everyone would know who to fawn over, so Ling Yun's move was really irrational.
He looked up at the princess, then slowly lowered his head and said, "Princess, please calm down. I am an old acquaintance with Miss Tianyi. Besides, Ling Yun and the princess only met once, so..."
Before she finished speaking, the princess slapped the table and shouted, "I don't care, if you dare to stand up against me for her today, I will make you walk around without food tomorrow."
As expected of a princess, no matter what she said or did, she was extremely domineering, leaving Ling Yun speechless.
"I…"
Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Heng stood up and reassured him, "Sister, calm down."
Then he whispered into her ear, not knowing what they were communicating. The princess finally calmed down and looked at him angrily.
With a "hum" sound, he crossed his arms over his chest and sat down reluctantly.
After the princess sat down, Zhao Heng turned his head and looked at Ling Yun again, his eyes bright and said, "Ling Yun, you just said that you can solve this problem. Is this true?"
Ling Yun looked at Luo Tianyi and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I wonder if this is what I am doing..."
Hearing Ling Yun's personal admission, Zhao Heng looked moved, thought for a while and agreed, "Well~ it's not impossible. If you can do it, you will be my prince's benefactor. My prince can not only save this maid from the pain of flesh and blood
, I owe you an extra favor."
Then he changed his mind, looked serious, and said sternly, "But if you can't do it, then I will punish you with disrespect. Now I will give you three minutes to think about it again."
As soon as these words came out, Er Lunzi immediately took Ling Yun's hand and said, "Brother Ling, don't be impulsive. We, the scholars, should think twice before we act."
Ling Yun tapped his right hand three times in a row, and Er Lengzi grabbed his hand on his arm to reassure him.
The second idiot stared into his eyes for three seconds, and finally put his hand down as a last resort.
After Er Lunzi let go of his hand, Ling Yun held the wine cup in his right hand and the wine glass in his left hand. After drinking a glass of wine, he took three steps forward.
He poured another glass of wine, drank it down, turned around and took three steps back.
Everyone's eyes were all on him. When they saw him taking three steps forward, their hearts couldn't help but become nervous. After taking three steps in a row, their hearts also beat three times in a row.
But who would have thought that he poured another glass of wine, drank it down in one gulp, and took three steps back, which made them wonder. What was Ling Yun doing?
Is it because he can't do it and is trying to make things mysterious, or is he deliberately trying to appetize them and disturb their hearts.
"I said Ling Yun, are you okay? Don't hang us here. If not, kowtow to His Highness the Crown Prince and admit your mistake, and then get out."
Ling Yun glanced at him sideways and said lightly, "Noisy!"
Then he thought of something, spread his hands and acted rogue, looked at the crowd with an innocent face and said, "Now that's it, all the thoughts that were originally organized were disrupted by this unruly person."
These words fell into my ears and were thought-provoking. Needless to say who it was aimed at, everyone knew it.
I thought that this kid Ling Yun was really a brat. Faced with Li Zhiming's sarcastic remarks, he would always fight back. At first glance, he looked like a brat who couldn't stand any losses.
Zhao Heng glanced at Li Zhiming coldly. His sharp gaze made Li Zhiming's pores explode and he quickly lowered his head.
Zhao Heng then withdrew his gaze and warned, "Quiet, I don't want to hear any words that disturb Ling Jieyuan."
Luo Tianyi was originally nervous when she looked at Ling Yun with a serious face, but his sudden rogueness made her dumbfounded, and she pursed her lips and laughed for a moment.
Fortunately, Ling Yun didn't see her laughing. Otherwise, she would have to thank Li Zhiming. After all, it was hard-won to win the smile of the person in her dream.
Ling Yun poured another glass of wine at this moment, drank it down, narrowed his eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Ah~ I can't remember."
"Hahaha…"
This surprise made everyone burst into laughter, and some even burst into tears from laughter.
Li Zhiming laughed heartily, pointed at Ling Yun, and opened his mouth wide. He was about to say something, but he heard Ling Yun shout loudly, "Yes."
"oh?"
Everyone stopped laughing and looked around, wanting to see how he would smooth things over.
"Ahem..."
Ling Yun coughed three times in a row and smiled at them again. Everyone couldn't help but gnashed their teeth in hatred towards him. This kid is so boring!
When no one was paying attention, Ling Yun recited loudly:
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises on the sea.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and trees like snowflakes.
…
I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
In less than two minutes, Ling Yun recited Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night". This poem alone is the most popular in the Tang Dynasty, covering everything that swims in the water, walks on the ground, and flies in the sky...it really covers everything from heaven to earth.
Everyone was still immersed in Ling Yun's poems and could not calm down for a long time.
Er Lengzi was the first to react. He looked at Ling Yun in disbelief, as if he was wondering whether this poem was really written by him.
How could such a poem, which is unparalleled in ancient and modern times and whose artistic conception is otherworldly, come from the mouth of a thirteen-year-old?
After Zhao Heng came to his senses, he slapped his hands vigorously, making a "pop, pop, pop" sound, and said loudly and tremblingly, "Okay, okay, Ling Jieyuan, you are worthy of being Ling Jieyuan, the first place in the provincial examination of Annan Province, you deserve it."
Then he laughed loudly and said, "As soon as this poem comes out, who can compete with me? Hahaha..."
This poem shocked everyone. Everyone in the audience had different expressions. Some were shocked, some were jealous, and most of them still refused to believe that this poem was actually written by Ling Yun.
Because Lu Ming Yan Ling Yun gave them the impression that he was not very good at writing poetry.
At this point, even if they find it difficult to accept it, they have to admit that this poem not only fully meets Zhao Heng's requirements for the title, but is also a quatrain that is unparalleled in ancient and modern times.
This is just as Zhao Heng said, once this poem comes out, who can compete with it?
The most surprised person was Luo Tianyi. She never expected that a poem that no one could compose in her opinion could actually be composed by an ordinary, thin boy?
What is this concept? In the past three years, no one in Yuelu Academy or in the capital could solve this problem, whether it was the great Confucian scholars or the great talents who were Jinshi in high school.
So in their opinion, this is an unsolvable problem, and no one in this world can solve it.
Now, the question has been solved by a Jie Yuan. If this spreads to the capital, I am afraid it will be a surprise and famous in the capital.
Ling Yun noticed Luo Tianyi's expression of admiration and couldn't help but wink at her with a flirtatious look. The latter was teased by him unscrupulously and lowered her head shyly, her face turned red and her ears were red, showing off her daughterly attitude.
Ling Yun sighed in disappointment, then looked at Zhao Heng and asked, "His Royal Highness, are you satisfied?"
[Author's digression]: First of all, I have to explain that scholars do not have the habit of deliberately stopping in their writing. Sometimes they just get to the point where they are writing and their train of thought breaks off.
Friends who have written articles should have this experience. They clearly know how the plot will develop in their minds, but they just can't write it out. They write and delete, delete and write...