Now that Xu Ling has spoken, the matter has been concluded. Xiao Shilian and others looked at this "unexpected army" Li Xingchen with surprise and joy. Obviously, they did not expect that such an unexpected reaction would occur in the end.
change.
The smiles on the faces of Chen Shujian, Chen Shucheng and others have completely disappeared. No matter what the origin of Li Xingchen is, when Xu Ling opens his mouth, no one can question it. Even Chen Xu has to think about it, let alone others. More importantly,
The thing is, the poems written by Li Xingchen are indeed better than those of everyone present.
It seems that the crown of today's Poetry Society will really fall on this former "unknown rat". However, according to Xu Ling and Xiao Mohe's previous favor towards Li Xinchen, or Li Xinchen's father, Li Xinchen wants to be the winner.
The "unknown rat" is probably impossible.
Shen Jungao originally wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he paused. Regardless of why Xu Ling didn't want to go into details, at least for Shen Jungao, the uncle of the prince, Li Xingchen was Xiao Mohe's staff, and although Xiao Mohe did not express his position clearly
I want to support Chen Shubao, but his previous words and deeds clearly show that he is on Chen Shubao's side, and Chen Shuling's little actions against Xiao Mohe cannot help but mean that Xiao Mohe is not on Chen Shubao's side.
Therefore, no matter how you say it, Li Xingchen is absolutely his own person. Even if he really has doubts, it must be a problem that he must solve in private. Now under such circumstances, Shen Jungao's best choice is to acquiesce to Xu
Ling’s decision.
On the other hand, Princess Lechang, who had been standing in the distance watching all this, ever since Li Xingchen wrote that poem, her eyes from behind the veil have not moved away from him. This guy who just kept saying that he can't write poems
, but in the end he turned the tide.
Is it really because he doesn't want to show off, or because he wants to show off too much?
What an interesting but unpredictable guy.
"If you have no objections, the crown of this poetry meeting belongs to nephew Li Xian." Xu Ling said loudly.
Chen Shucheng was just about to speak, but Chen Shujian quickly grabbed him with quick eyes and hands: "Lechang is here. Her father must have ordered her to come here. Although we don't know what news we are here to inquire about, we should be more cautious in our words and deeds.
Don’t bring disaster to Chiyu!”
Chen Shucheng shuddered, nodded hurriedly, and even took a step back subconsciously. Princess Lechang was just their sister, there was nothing terrible about it. The problem was that Princess Lechang would definitely not appear here for no reason.
Thinking of their plans over the past few days, Chen Shucheng nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Brother said, don't lose big for small things."
Chen Shujian and Chen Shucheng didn't speak, and the disciples from the aristocratic families around them who were following the trend naturally didn't find it easy to speak. Others were already happy to see Li Xingchen destroying the dignity of the two princes, so naturally they would not object at this time.
"My dear nephew, please come here. This laurel crown is yours." Xu Ling made a gesture of invitation.
Li Xingchen hurriedly took a step forward. Xu Ling slowly picked up the laurel crown and handed it to him. He said in a deep voice: "My nephew is called 'Xinchen'. He should serve the country with passion. He must not let down the expectations of your father Jiuquanxia."
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"Junior, I would like to learn from you." Li Xingchen nodded and solemnly extended his hand.
Staring closely at Li Xingchen's eyes, Xu Ling was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "My dear nephew, do you know why I believe so much in what you said?"
Li Xingchen raised his eyebrows, why did this old fox suddenly ask this question?
Xu Ling didn't pay attention to the equally curious eyes of the people around him. He stretched out his hand and said, "Here, write down your name 'Xin Chen'."
Li Xinchen nodded and wrote the word "Xinchen" with his pen.
Looking up at the vast sky, Xu Ling sighed deeply, took the pen from Li Xinchen's hand, filled it with ink, and wrote four lines of poetry in front and back of Li Xinchen.
"Who promised the Central Plains and rebels? The young man is always responsible for serving the country's name.
When the tiger roars and the water changes in the cold, the birds and beasts are taught to offer sacrifices to Danxin."
Putting down the brush casually, Xu Ling looked up to the sky and sighed: "Brother Li, Brother Li, what a good man!"
As if realizing that Li Xingchen beside him was a little confused, Xu Ling stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder solemnly: "My dear nephew, after your Majesty proved my innocence, I will follow General Chen northward in the near future, and at some point I will be a white man, except for gold and silver.
There was no way to repay me, and my father did not care about gold, silver, or jewelry, so I gave this poem to him with emotion. I did not expect, I did not expect... Fifty years later, this poem would still be alive, still alive.
On you!"
Li Xingchen's expression was stern, and he looked at this poem quietly, although it was not considered to be a good one, but the murderous spirit filled every line of it.
It is really hard to imagine what kind of arduous and soul-stirring mission that generation shouldered?
"Ming Gong..." Li Xingchen didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Xu Ling smiled and waved his hand: "When I heard your name, I already understood that 10% of the time, if you were not the son of the 'Shixing Gun King', how could you have such a name?"
Li Xingchen solemnly raised his hand: "Junior, I understand."
"Don't let me down." Xu Ling's voice was slightly low, but he immediately showed a smile, "If you have time, you can come to my house to see me often. I am looking forward to you."
Li Xingchen responded, the laurel crown in his hand was heavy, with Li Cheng's regret that he finally passed away, with Xu Ling's expectations for the son of his old friend, with... too much Li Xingchen couldn't explain or see.
Something clear.
Perhaps, it also carries the three hundred years of waiting of the entire nation.
"Shizhong, congratulations." Xiao Shilian stepped forward with a smile and punched Li Xinchen. "You were so humble before. It was so hard to hide it from us!"
Li Xingchen laughed and said: "You have to be humble and humble, isn't it? In this Jiankang Mansion, it is better to keep a low profile."
Pei Zilie smiled on one side and shook his head and said: "Brother Shizhong, if you are low-key, then there will be no high-profile people in this poetry meeting today."
"That's it, tell me quickly, do you want to stay until the end to express yourself?!" Xiao Shilian looked like he was going to get to the bottom of things.
Li Xingchen smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Didn't you see that those two guys were too arrogant, so you had to draw your sword to help when there was injustice? Why didn't you appreciate it in the end?"
"I really didn't expect that in addition to being the benefactor of my Xiao family, your father also helped Duke Xiaomu. I really want to know what kind of hero your father was back then." Xiao Shilian was fascinated, "I remember when I was on the mountain, I saw
When your father single-handedly resisted hundreds of barbarians, I knew that he was definitely not a simple man."
Li Xingchen nodded: "Yes, I want to know too... Actually, I also want to say thank you this time. Before Xiaomu made it clear, many people were doubtful, but you didn't question it."