Chapter Fourteen Meng Lang recognized his younger brother
"Any decision? It's such a big tone. Is it okay to bet on his height?" Yang Lin looked at him maliciously and joked while drinking tea.
The young man was so angry at his eyes that he almost vomited blood, but everyone around him burst into laughter, making the atmosphere even more cheerful.
Yang Lin was not trying to make fun of this young man. He had long wanted to be famous. This young man was caught in the crosshairs. The best way to become famous in the Song Dynasty was to write a wonderful poem and have it sung by the oiran's line of music with enough weight.
Another feature of the imperial examinations in this era is that reputation is very important. You must know that the imperial examination is similar to an interview. If you are already famous all over the world by the time of the imperial examination, your impression score will be much higher.
The white-faced servant behind the young man couldn't stand listening anymore, and scolded in a sharp voice, as if someone was digging up their ancestral graves: "You are hateful, too!"
Li Yunniang knew the identity of the young man to some extent, and his background was frightening. She quickly smoothed things over and said, "I'm sorry for talking too much. Both of you are talented and talented people. Why don't you discuss your merits with poetry?"
Yang Lin quickly said: "That's it, I wonder if brother is good at this?"
This sentence scratched the young man's itch. No one in their family was good at their job, but they were all experts in culture and sports.
"Huh, just you?"
Yang Lin couldn't get angry with the young man who didn't even have a beard. He stood up, flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back and said, "Bring me some pen and ink."
Poetry competitions are the favorite activity among scholars, and there is no shortage of the Four Treasures of the Study in the Qingyin Pavilion. Soon there are people holding pens and ink spread out on the table to serve them.
The young man had a high self-esteem. Two of his attendants bent over to sharpen their ink and polish their pens. A girl on Yang Lin's side helped him hold down the rice paper and had already started.
"I am here today to prepare for the exam next spring, so I will use this as the question."
Qin Hui and others cheered loudly, just to support him. They all knew that Yang Wenyuan wrote well but was not very good at poetry, which was mediocre at best.
Yang Lin thought carefully for a while and wrote:
I want to go north! I laugh at his dynasty. Fame is easy to get, but what are the feelings?
Even if the article shocks the world, it is just a matter of life on paper.
Like spring water, what do you want me to do?
The dusk rain suddenly comes, and the wild geese disappear, Mangguan Mountain is filled with the sound of autumn, urging guests to leave, and they go away like water.
There is no point in reorganizing the mind of the Chinese nation, just watching the tide, Guangling Wushi.
I wish to get three million gold and make friends with all the beauties and celebrities.
More knots, Yan and Han'er.
Spring will be early in Bianliang next year. I advise Xinghua not to miss her until she dies. If Konoha complains, let's stop talking about it.
The young man was still deep in thought. After he finished writing, the scholars and beauties around him began to applaud. The young man didn’t believe that he had finished writing so quickly. He felt a little uncertain. He brought this book and came over to look at it. As he looked at it, he couldn’t help but read it aloud.
, a sense of awe suddenly arose in my heart, does this withered scholar actually have such feelings for his family and country?
The young man had no intention of continuing the competition. He had already lost because of his talent in putting pen to paper. He snorted coldly and said: "Fame is easy to get, but what about feelings? The tone is not small, but I don't know if I have the ability."
Qin Hui was so proud that he shook his head and said, "I want you to know that this person in front of you is none other than Jieyuan, the official of Yangzhou."
The young man snorted again: "You win, let's go."
Yang Lin smiled and waved: "Brother Heng Heng, please stay. Have you forgotten something?"
The young man turned around and was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, holding his stomach, "Do you really want me to call you big brother?"
"Isn't it natural to accept defeat in a bet?" Yang Lin said with a smile. He didn't know why, but when he saw this handsome and overly pretty boy, he wanted to tease her.
The young man arched his eyebrows, hooked up the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "You asked for this. Listen carefully, my name is Zhao Si, from Bianliang." After speaking, he bent down and clasped his fists, and called out: "Brother, little brother, this is
It’s polite.”
"Remember, my eldest brother's name is Yang Lin, Yang Lin's Yang, Yang Lin's Lin. If anyone bullies you in the future, you will take my name."
The two old slaves behind Zhao Si were trembling with anger. They rolled up their sleeves and were about to come forward to fight: "Old slave, I will fight with you!"
Zhao Si waved his hand, stopped the two loyal servants, and said, "Let's go."
The two old servants were still unwilling to give in. They glared at everyone hatefully, and then followed Zhao Si and walked away.
Yang Lin didn't take this episode to heart. After sitting down, he smiled and said: "This Zhao Si is not bad. He didn't break his face. At least he can afford to lose."
A group of people completely ignored this "Zhao Si" and enjoyed the happiness after the victory, even happier than when they first arrived.
Qin Hui even danced and sang loudly the lyrics Yang Lin had just composed.
Suddenly a pleasant female voice sounded outside the room: "Even if the article shocks the world, the people on the paper are just the young master with great ambitions."
Two maids opened the door curtain, and a beautiful woman moved lightly on the lotus steps and entered with her arms in her arms. Everyone looked up and saw that this woman was very beautiful. She was wearing a light blue shirt and had two curves that looked like a frown but not a frown.
Yan Mei, a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy. She is as quiet as a delicate flower shining on the water, and moves like a weak willow supporting the wind. If she hadn't known that this was Qingyin Pavilion, she would have been regarded as a lady.
After the girl came in, she saluted gracefully: "Ning'er has met all the gentlemen."
These scholars didn't care much, they came here just to have fun, and it was normal practice to hold these brothel leaders in the sky, and they all stood up to return the favor.
This revealed Yang Lin who was sitting on the chair. Ning'er looked over with a pair of wonderful eyes. Seeing that he didn't have any contempt in his eyes, she felt a little relieved and said again: "Young Master is so talented. I've put pen to paper.
I bow down to you."
Yang Lin was holding the wine glass and was secretly thinking about how to become famous. After hearing these words, he raised his head and his eyes lit up. This beauty is good. Her features are like a painting, and her eyes are rippling, like a beautiful woman in a painting. She is so beautiful that it is indescribable.
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Yang Lin quickly said: "This must be Miss Ning'er, she is indeed more beautiful than a flower."
"Young Master is so complimentary."
Yang Lin looked carefully. Although Ning'er was the leader of the brothel, there was no charm in him, but an indescribable hint of sadness.
These women are so powerful, they can clearly understand the temper of these stinky scholars. In the eyes of these scholars, especially the scholar-bureaucrats and scholars, the more they act like this, the more valuable they are.
Of course, if you have the opportunity to sit on the pillow mat, make love with each other, caress the white jade body with your hands, and listen to the gentle and coquettish cries, the amorous feelings will be different.
Yang Lin secretly cheered in his heart. People often say that exquisite thoughts are nothing more than that. Although Ning'er in front of him is a young girl who has just debuted and is not famous, her qualifications are good enough and she has the potential to become famous. He will help her.
, let this beauty become famous, and by the way, let his own reputation spread all over the country.