Jia Lan stared deeply at Bao Wenfeng and nodded silently: "I understand."
After a pause, he lowered his voice and said to him: "Northwest of Shenjing... there is a village called Beizhuang. If Brother Bao encounters something, you might as well go there."
Facing Bao Wenfeng's surprised eyes, Jia Lan smiled and said: "No matter what the reason is, I admire the character of Scholar Jingu very much."
"Jin Gu, character..." Bao Wenfeng muttered something in his mouth and lowered his head in shame.
"Ashamed!"
To this day, although Jia Lan has not completely forgiven Bao Wenfeng's behavior, from a personal perspective, he has not given Jia Lan a lot of ill feeling.
Perhaps it's because Jia Lan never felt Bao Wenfeng's malice towards him from the beginning.
Moreover, Zhou Zhuoming's demeanor really impressed Jia Lan. Jia Lan was willing to show his goodwill towards the sign of Jingu Academy.
"Although future generations will not live up to expectations, I think no one really wants to fight to the death with the Duke of Rongguo, right?" Jia Lan said pretending to be heroic.
Bao Wenfeng looked at Jia Lan with gratitude in his eyes. How could he not hear that the other party was trying to protect him?
"Thank you Xie Yuanlang. This matter is all due to Bao's confusion..."
Jia Lan didn't listen to what he was saying. He just turned around and raised his voice slightly: "There's no need to say more if it's not important!"
Bao Wenfeng was slightly startled, but soon felt relieved, and he couldn't help but think highly of Jia Lan.
Even Zhou Zhuoming, who was standing not far from the two of them, was confused for a moment, and others were naturally even more confused.
Meng Ruxin puffed up her mouth and complained with dissatisfaction: "Why is Bao Wenfeng like this? He provokes again and again and stalks like this. Can he still be called a scholar of Jingu?" She complained to Kong Jirui: "Master, don't you want someone to take care of it?"
Kong Wenqin opened his mouth, but still no words came out. He just looked at Bao Wenfeng with some disappointment.
"What do you care?" Yan Shenggong asked funnyly.
Meng Ruxin's eyes widened: "That person disrupted the poetry meeting so much, shouldn't he be stopped?"
Kong Jirui and Li Xuanzhu looked at each other, and both saw the smile in each other's eyes: "Stop it, why stop it?"
"This is really unfair!" Meng Ru said anxiously: "How can anyone be forced to write lyrics like this?"
"Then are you unwilling?"
Duke Yan Sheng asked again.
At this moment, both Meng Ruxin and Kong Wenqin were speechless.
Yes, the person involved hasn’t spoken yet.
The two women looked at each other and involuntarily looked towards the front of Fufang Hall.
Although they could only see Jia Lan's back, they felt that Jia Lan was still so calm and relaxed, without even the slightest feeling of embarrassment.
From beginning to end, he never turned to look at the inner hall or asked the Masters for help.
He just stood in front alone, facing waves of pressure, writing good lyrics one after another, and letting everyone in the garden hear one wonderful song after another.
Yes, is he really unwilling?
Thinking of this, Kong Wenqin suddenly raised his head: "Could it be that what happened tonight was your intention, grandfather?"
Meng Ruxin opened her mouth in surprise and looked at the Kong family grandson.
"What do you think?" Kong Jirui asked jokingly.
"I don't think it's like..." Kong Wenqin pondered for a moment and answered to himself: "Although Bao Wenfeng has a reputation for talent, he has never met his grandfather before, so naturally there is no friendship.
Moreover, the examination is approaching, and the scholars of Jingu Academy have given up even ten months of rest to stay in the academy and study hard. Why bother to create extraneous matters and cause trouble for nothing? It is not an exaggeration to say that what I did tonight is extraordinary. At this moment,
Why bother?"
In addition... my grandfather is quite old and has hardly seen any foreigners since he came to Shenjing. All the correspondence is sorted out by her granddaughter.
Kong Wenqin became more and more certain that what Bao Wenfeng said had absolutely nothing to do with his grandfather.
Meng Ruxin nodded after hearing this. Bao Wenfeng had long been famous. He was admitted earlier than Jia Lan. Although the other party was a Jieyuan, no matter how much he said, Bao Wenfeng was also Jia Lan's senior in the examination field. Why should he insist on it?
Going head-to-head with Jia Lan and causing trouble for everyone?
This is obviously unreasonable!
Could it be that he had other reasons? Meng Ru's mind flashed, and he turned his gaze to the master who was enjoying his leisure time, thoughtfully.
In front of Fulin Hall.
When everyone saw Jia Lan waving his hands and turning away from Bao Wenfeng, they started talking about it.
"It seems that Jia Jieyuan is angry."
"I'm angry too. Isn't this aggressive?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect Bao Wenfeng to be so talented and famous, but so narrow-minded."
Most people understand Jialan.
"Brother Zhou, after today, I no longer have the dignity to stay in Jingu, and I will leave soon."
Zhou Zhuoming was very surprised and hurriedly advised: "Wenfeng, the day of the examination is just around the corner, why not just take the exam and then forget about it? What happened tonight is not irreversible, so why bother?"
Bao Wenfeng smiled bitterly: "As a scholar of Jingu, but I have lost the reputation of Jingu, I have no shame to stay."
Zhou Zhuoming seemed to have thought of something and sighed: "Wenfeng, you...oh, why are you doing this."
In the attic on the side, Yu Chengsi looked at his sister in amazement: "Yan, Yanhong, is this your back-up plan?"
Yu Yanhong raised her head proudly: "What, you don't believe it?"
"No, it's not!" Yu Chengsi waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just too unbelievable. I didn't expect that my sister could even control people like Bao Wenfeng. It really surprised me."
"What's so difficult about this?" Yu Yanhong said confidently.
In Yu Chengsi's eyes, his sister's behavior seemed a bit superior. But soon, Yu Chengsi seemed to have thought of a possibility and fell silent.
While the two were talking, Jia Lan raised his hand to the onlookers.
"Brother Bao just now said that if I still have any old works, I might as well write them down at once. I deeply agree, and I am willing to write another poem to celebrate today's prosperous age."
Finally, Jia Lan raised his voice and said: "A hundred years and thirty-six thousand nights, may it last as long as this night."
After saying this, everyone applauded.
The boy on the side had already consciously raised the tray and walked over, looking at Jia Lan with eyes full of admiration.
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Jia Lan picked up the pen to write and finished writing in a short time.
There was a commotion among the people, and they all started talking.
This is too fast, is it really an old work?
Zhou Zhuoming was stunned for a long time before he stepped forward and wanted to read the lyrics as usual, but he never thought that Jia Lan raised his hand to block him.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Jia Lan led the boy to the gauze tent of the waterside pavilion and said, "I would like to ask Master Song to compose and sing this song directly so that everyone in the garden can comment. Is that possible?" p>
The figure in the gauze curtain was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Lang Jie Yuan has invited me, how can the slave family refuse?"
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Jia Lan thanked the boy, gave the boy a look and asked him to put the lyrics inside, and turned slightly sideways.
Soon, the voices of everyone in the Song Dynasty were heard from the gauze tent, so excited that their voices trembled.
"Xie Yuanlang, the slave family has a request."
"Song, please tell me."
"I wonder if Jie Yuanlang can give this calligraphy treasure to the slave family?"
Jia Lan was slightly startled at first, and then nodded repeatedly: "My calligraphy is not worth mentioning. If it really suits the eyes of everyone in the Song Dynasty, please accept it. It is my honor to be favored by everyone."
"Xie Yuanlang..."
The pleasant voice in the gauze curtain immediately interrupted Jia Lan, his tone slightly dissatisfied.
Jia Lan kept calling "Master Song" one after another, which was very harsh in her ears.
"If Jie Yuanlang doesn't dislike the identity of the slave's teacher, please just call me by my first name in the future. My nickname is Song Yun'er, so Jie Yuanlang can just call me Yun'er."
As soon as these words came out, Jia Lan immediately sighed, no wonder some people say that women are the source of all living water in the world, flowing with the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Tactfully sad, but with a hint of unquestionable determination, an ordinary man would probably immediately fall under Song Yuner's unique charm.
Jia Lan smiled softly: "No one is noble or humble, so how can I dislike the Song family's background? If the Song family doesn't mind, how about I call you Sister Yuner?"
"Yoona...sister...?"
The person in the gauze tent murmured to himself.
The originally charming atmosphere gradually disintegrated.
Everyone in the Song Dynasty lowered their heads and looked at the paper in their hands, and a song "The Sapphire Case" was written on it:
The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.
BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Moths are like golden wisps of snow and willows, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.