Farming from a poor family: the wife of a sick and weak scholar is very tough Chapter 56 I dare to be the second in writing poetry, but no one dares to be the first!
Chapter 56 I dare to be the second in writing poetry, but no one dares to be the first!
Chapter 56: Poetry, I dare to be ranked second, but no one dares to be ranked first!
Noble moral character only exists on the surface, but the evil inside is endless.
Identity can be changed, but people's bad nature cannot be changed.
Chen Yun relied on his current official status to suppress those who were inferior to him everywhere.
How to suppress it?
Money cannot be compared to status.
Identity cannot be compared with money.
For example, Yu Xilin came from an aristocratic family and his status was higher than his official status. This was something Chen Yun could not match in his lifetime.
So he used money to suppress Yu Xilin everywhere in order to gain an inexplicable sense of superiority.
But it happened that my own sister liked Yu Xilin to the core and often used her own money to support him.
Chen Yun was even more disgusted with Yu Xilin. As long as he saw Yu Xilin, he would use money to run against him.
As time went by, the relationship between the two became worse and worse, even reaching the point of becoming tense.
Listening to these sarcastic remarks, Yu Xilin felt extremely angry, but was unable to refute.
After all, what Chen Yun said was true, and he was indeed short of money.
I really want to get rich overnight and give it to this group of snobs who are flattering others.
How could Lin Xiao stand by and watch as Yu Xilin, who accompanied him to the poetry club, was humiliated?
She sneered and retorted:
"Sir, can you stop worrying so much? You're already fat as a ball, and you have so many things to do. It's enough!"
"You! Who do you think you are? You dare to scold me. Believe it or not, I will arrest you and teach you a lesson?"
Chen Yun was furious and yelled at Lin Xiao.
"Who are you trying to teach a lesson to?"
Zhao Qian would not miss the opportunity to deepen his relationship with Lin Xiao, so he quickly offered his support.
Zhao Qian didn't come to the capital often, so Chen Yun had only changed his business status from business status to official status for a short period of time, so naturally he didn't recognize him.
She thought he was an unknown young master from some family, so she said something rude:
"Teach you three ungrateful bastards a lesson!"
Chen Yun was about to step forward to take action, but a few sharp-eyed people recognized Zhao Qian's identity and hurriedly stopped him.
"Chen Yun, stop it! Have you taken advantage of the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage? He is the nephew of the prime minister of the dynasty, Mr. Zhao Qian, Mr. Zhao!"
"The prime minister's nephew?"
Chen Yun was stunned for a moment, secretly shocked, and apologized to Zhao Qian with an embarrassed expression:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I have offended you because I look down on others. Please don't remember the faults of villains and don't be the same as me."
"snort!"
Zhao Qian glanced at Chen Yun contemptuously, and hummed with his nostrils pointing to the sky:
"I'm not the only one you've offended!"
Chen Yun's heart trembled when he heard this. The Prime Minister's Mansion was not something he could offend with his small official status!
No matter how reluctant he was, he still bowed his head and apologized to Lin Xiao and Yu Xilin:
"You two, I just didn't know what was good and I offended you two. I hope you will forgive me!"
Lin Xiao looked at Chen Yun's lowered eyebrows, sneered in his heart, and threatened:
"Young Master Yu was born into a famous family. Regardless of whether he was born to a concubine or not, he is still from a famous family. How can you, a young master from an aristocratic family, allow you to insult him casually?"
"Well said! Even my uncle has to be respectful when he sees the head of the Yu family. How can you, a pariah, slander him?!"
Zhao Qian echoed.
It severely brushed Lin Xiao's favorability towards him.
After hearing what Lin Xiao and Zhao Qian said, Chen Yun wanted to find a hole and crawl down.
Now he really regrets why he had to humiliate Yu Xilin with such a bad mouth?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been disrespectful to Mr. Yu."
"If I hear someone being disrespectful to Mr. Yu again in the future, I will bear the consequences!"
Lin Xiao's cold eyes swept over everyone present, and his threatening tone silenced everyone.
How could this short guy have such a big aura?!
"Okay, okay, let's forget this matter, let's continue to recite poems and recite poems and recite poems and reciprocate!"
A man dressed as a Confucian scholar was trying to smooth things over.
Chen Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had finally escaped. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
In the situation just now, if the stalemate continues, I'm afraid it's really going to be death.
This time, everyone stopped making random guesses and began to recite poems and write poems.
"Snowflakes come to the world, and the world loves them. Snowflakes fall to the ground, and they look like white feathers on the ground. I just composed this poem. How do you feel about it?"
A young man dressed as a scribe stood up and chanted.
"Good, what a white feather on the ground! What a poem!"
"Yes, yes! This poem is really good."
Everyone praised him one after another.
Can this nonsense poem be called a good poem?
Lin Xiao saw those people praising them from the bottom of their hearts, and couldn't help curling his lips with a look of disdain.
The young scribe who had just recited his own poem suddenly turned dark when he saw Lin Xiao's disdainful gaze.
However, he did not get angry. Instead, he stepped forward, cupped his hands first, and then said:
"Sir, looking at your disdainful look, you must be dissatisfied with my poems?"
Just as Lin Xiao was about to reply, Yu Xilin grabbed him by the corner of his clothes:
"His name is Hang Xuan. He is a talented scholar from Bailu Academy. He is known as a rare talent that is rare in a hundred years. No one can match him in poetry. Brother Lin, you'd better stop being so quick-tongued."
In the memory of the original owner, Bailu Academy was a god-like existence, just like 985 of 985 in modern times, and 211 of 211 in modern times.
Many people who served as officials in the imperial court basically came from Bailu Academy, such as Chen Yun's brother.
Lin Xiao smiled confidently at Yu Xilin:
"That's because he hasn't met me yet. I dare to call him second in poetry writing, but no one dares to call him first!"
She is a person who is familiar with Tang poetry and Song lyrics. Isn’t memorizing poetry just something that comes easily?
Zhao Qian originally wanted to dissuade Lin Xiao like Yu Xilin and gain a favorable impression in front of her.
But seeing how confident she looked, I gave up.
In fact, he really wanted to hear what kind of good poems Lin Xiao could write.
"Okay, now that Mr. Lin has spoken, let's have a competition to see who is the eternal genius!"
Zhao Qian added fuel to the fire and aroused the interest of other literati.
"Okay, Mr. Hangxuan has just composed a poem describing winter, so let me write a poem describing spring!"
Lin Xiao cleared her throat, and her smile almost reached behind her ears:
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen."
After everyone heard this, there was a sudden silence.
Lin Xiao was a little panicked. She put away her arrogant smile, thinking that everyone saw that she was reciting poetry instead of composing poetry.
But she carefully recalled all the information in her mind that belonged to the original owner. She was convinced that there were no poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu in the Great Xia Dynasty, and she felt relieved a little.
"Sir, can you write down the poem you just wrote?"
Hang Xuan raised his hand towards Lin Xiao again and asked.
To be honest, he was shocked when he heard the poem written by Lin Xiao, but he was not sure whether the poem she wrote was the words in his imagination, so he made this small request.
Lin Xiao readily agreed, dipped a pen in ink on the stone table of the Huxin Pavilion, and wrote down the poem he had just memorized.
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