Lin Ye knew very clearly that at the Tengwang Pavilion poetry banquet hosted by Governor Yan, only one person could reach this point.
It was Wang Bo, whose literary talent was so great that even God was jealous of him.
When a young man becomes famous, he becomes jealous of talents.
To be honest, I still admire Lin Ye very much. After all, he was able to write such an article as the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion and so many famous poems. This alone is enough to make all scholars admire him.
While the others were sitting at the table laughing loudly, Wang Bo was sitting at the table reading, looking at the river view outside the window, and drinking a glass of wine from time to time.
Lin Ye walked over and asked, "Brother, I wonder if I can sit in this seat?"
The long table in front of Wang Bo was for three people, but perhaps because of Wang Bo's aloofness, others did not choose to sit at this table.
"Brother, do it yourself."
Lin Ye smiled and sat on the right side of Wang Bo. Although he was 100% sure, he still asked: "You haven't asked me your name yet?"
"Prince Ann."
"Brother Zian, I'm in Xia Lin Ye."
When he heard the other party say his name was Wang Zi'an, Lin Ye confirmed that this was the one.
Wang Bo, courtesy name Zian.
Wang Bo was not very excited about the conversation, but how could Lin Ye let go of such a golden opportunity? He also wanted to know what kind of state of mind Wang Bo was in when he composed the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion.
"Brother Zian's accent doesn't sound like he's from Hongzhou?"
"No." Wang Bo simply replied, obviously not wanting to talk too much.
But Lin Ye didn't care about Wang Bo's mood and continued: "Brother Zian, are you coming to Hongzhou for fun, or are you here to visit relatives and friends?"
"I was just passing by. I heard there was a banquet here, so I shamelessly came to have a meal and a drink."
Wang Bo said it very modestly, and Lin Ye twitched the corner of his mouth. A man's mouth is so deceptive. If I hadn't read the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, I would have thought that you were here to trick people into eating and drinking.
However, Lin Ye was indeed a little curious as to why Wang Bo came to attend this banquet at Prince Teng's Pavilion.
According to the analysis of historians and writers, Wang Bo was on his way to visit his demoted father. According to the route, Wang Bo did not need to pass through Yuzhang City. Even if he did pass through Yuzhang City, given Wang Bo's state of mind at the time, he should
I'm not in the mood to attend this banquet.
After all, Wang Bo was convicted and sentenced to prison, and his father was demoted to Jiaozhi because of him. Regardless of whether he was a county magistrate or an official, in ancient times, he was demoted to a remote area like Jiaozhi. In ancient times,
Due to traffic conditions, many officials died of illness on the way before taking office. When they did arrive, they would also fall ill due to various reasons such as acclimatization.
Ancient times were not like modern times. In ancient times, these remote areas were uncivilized places. Whether they could communicate was a problem. The so-called government officials were not as useful as the powerful local indigenous people.
Under this background, Wang Bo is a filial person. Because his father is implicated in his own affairs, how can he still be in the mood to attend this poetry banquet?
"Brother Zian is not telling the truth. It's not easy for you to pass by."
Lin Ye tried his words and stared at Wang Bo closely, but after Wang Bo heard what he said, something was indeed wrong.
Wang Bo's body trembled, and the expression on his face changed slightly, appearing a little nervous.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ye suddenly had a hunch that Wang Bo would appear in Prince Teng's Pavilion, and there might be something inside.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?"
This time, Wang Bo finally set his sights on Lin Ye. Lin Ye smiled and said: "Like you, I am also a passerby passing through Hongzhou. The difference is that I also know that you will write an article here that will be famous throughout the ages.
article."
"You...how did you know I was going to make an article?"
This time Wang Bo was really shocked. Although this time Governor Yan held a banquet and held a poetry competition, not every guest who came to participate would make a fuss about it. Most of them just came to join in the fun, which is what the locals do.
, let alone an outsider like Wang Bo.
No one but myself knows about the article I want to write.
"I know more than that. Brother Zi'an might as well tell you why you want to attend this banquet at Prince Teng's Pavilion. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might accidentally ruin Brother Zi'an's plan."
Lin Ye pretended to be mysterious, but he was just using words to deceive Wang Bo.
The ancients were relatively simple after all, not to mention that great talents like Wang Bo were not good at scheming. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to be full of talents but end up in jail and demoted.
"I came to Prince Teng's Pavilion under the guidance of an immortal old man."
Under Lin Ye's deception, Wang Bo told the truth.
"Fairy old man?" Lin Ye suddenly thought, but he must not pretend that the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion was written by some fairy in a dream.
No, Wang Bo’s literary brilliance cannot be faked, and the preface to Prince Teng’s Pavilion must have been written by Wang Bo himself.
"Yesterday, when the ship was anchored in Madang, an old man came up to me. He told me that a banquet will be held at Prince Teng's Pavilion in Hongzhou tomorrow to record the banquet. I can go there and record it. It will definitely be famous throughout the ages."
"So you agreed?"
Lin Ye stared at Wang Bo. Wang Bo smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "My father suffered because of me, so how could he care about whether the article would be famous forever? But the old man said that if I write notes in Tengwang Pavilion, winning the laurel crown will make my ship sail faster.
, see my father soon."
Wang Bo saw Lin Ye's frowning expression and thought that Lin Ye didn't believe it, so he continued: "I didn't believe it at first either. Ships are traveling thousands of miles a day. Isn't that faster than a spaceship? Until the old man waved his hand and the wind blew up on the river, and it blew me away.
The ship was blown hundreds of miles away to Hongzhou. It was really a thousand miles away, so I had to believe what the old man said. He must be a god."
"Did that old man send you to Hongzhou?"
Lin Ye didn't really believe in gods or anything like that, but this person could actually predict that Wang Bo would write an eternally famous article in Tengwang Pavilion, and he could also use the wind to send Wang Bo to Hongzhou. His strength should not be underestimated.
"Wait...you said that after you win the laurel crown, he will send you to the place where your father is and make your ship travel faster and faster?"
Lin Ye suddenly thought of something. Historians have analyzed it. Most of them believe that Wang Bo died on the way to visit his father, which means that he has not yet met his father.
If this conclusion is correct, wouldn't it be inconsistent?
How could this god-like old man, who was traveling thousands of miles to see Wang Bo off, cause his boat to capsize due to a little storm on the sea?
"Yes, that's what the fairy old man said." Wang Bo nodded and replied.
Lin Ye pondered for a moment, and the expression on his face suddenly turned playful. It seemed that the identity of this immortal old man was not simple.