Finest Servant

People are famous, but they are different. There are wild bees, waves and butterflies to seduce everywhere. Lin Wanrong thought in his heart, and when he came closer, he clasped his fists and smiled and said: "Miss, are you calling me? Hello, everyone, in Xia Lin San , I have seen you eldest sisters."

Others who don't know Lin San, have seen his unique and standard outfit, and they all know that this must be the little family Ding Lin San, who has been in the limelight recently. .

Several young ladies who had met at the academy last time held Lin San and chatted: "Lin Sange, I heard that you defeated the King of Couplets in the North Seven Provinces alone, you are amazing!"

"Third brother, third brother, Wei Lao Si Ge is old, and has no talent to be a scholar. How did you come up with it? How did you feel at the time? Did you feel insulted? Is it to stand out for our Jiangnan talents?"

"Third brother, where did you learn your tricks? Can you demonstrate it on the spot?"

Lin Wanrong smiled wryly and shook his head. These chicks are quite open when they get together, but they look a bit sturdy.

The other talented people, not many of them attended the banquet that day, and they never saw how Lin San defeated Shen Banshan with their own eyes. They were all rumors from the anecdotes. Now, looking at this little family member, their eyes were a little curious, but more disdain. and jealousy.

Human nature, how is it, Lin Wanrong looked at everyone's expressions one by one, and sighed in his heart. Luo Ning smiled and said, "Brother Lin, how do you feel when you have so many followers?"

"Well, it seems that the next time I will publish a collection of poems and couplets, it will be called "Lin San and Couplets". Maybe I can sell a lot of money." Lin Wanrong joked.

Luo Ning smiled and said, "You still need to think about it? Someone has already thought about it. Now the storyteller in the restaurant and restaurant has compiled your story in Hangzhou Qingyulou and your grandmother's birthday banquet into a joke. It's preaching in the teahouse."

Lin Wanrong laughed. Someone did free publicity. It sounds good, but I really want to keep a low profile.

Lin Wanrong pointed to a few talents who were staring at him in the distance and said, "Miss Luo, where are those people from? They don't look like our talents in Jinling."

Luo Ning nodded and said, "Brother Lin has good eyesight. Now the Jinling Poetry Competition is about to be held, and those few talents came from the north. Today, I will travel with us to exchange ideas."

Lin Wanrong snorted: "Isn't it also from the Northern Seven Provinces Book Friends Alliance? Isn't that here to find a place for Shen Banshan?"

Luo Ning nodded and said, "The Northern Seven Provinces Book Friends Alliance, scholars who have not yet reached the first grade can participate.

I guess they should too. Brother, to tell you the truth, since you defeated Shen Banshan, more talents have come to participate in the Jinling Poetry Competition, and many elites from the north have also come. This north-south conflict is unavoidable. "

"There is competition to develop, this is very good." Lin Wanrong smiled. Talents do not distinguish between north and south, but organizations like the Seven Northern Province Book Friends Alliance have drawn a geographical boundary for themselves, and there is only the so-called north-south dispute.

"But our Jinling Poetry Society, as the host of this poetry competition, can't lose face too much." Luo Ning smiled and said: "That's why I want to bring my eldest brother in as the township of our poetry society. precious."

The treasure of the township? Khan, can I still win this name? Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Okay, then I'll be cheeky and be your baby again, I hope I won't disappoint you."

Listening to his nonsense, Luo Ning let out a light anger, blushing on her cheeks, she was so shy that she didn't dare to speak to him again.

After meeting with Jinling Academy and several talents from the north, a total of dozens of troops marched out of the city in a mighty manner. Lin Wanrong was the most eye-catching one among them, regardless of his outfit or skin color. Naturally, he attracted a lot of attention. Several young ladies followed him along the way, constantly handing over his newly written poems and asking him to correct them. From time to time, there is also a little spring.

How could Lin Wanrong have such thoughts, he threw the handwritten notes of several young ladies into Master Biao's hand, and said with a smile, "My little elementary school question was taught by my master, and everyone should ask him to correct me—"

Master Biao picked up the note and pretended to say: "Miss, this sentence 'spring breeze touches my heart' is not right, it would be better to change it to 'spring breeze touches my chest'—"

Luo Ning had already got out of the sedan chair, walked beside Lin Wanrong and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, in a few days, this young lady in Jinling City will be fascinated by you."

Fascinated, I would rather they are fascinated by my strong chest muscles, Lin Wanrong shook his head and said: "Miss Luo, you said that there is a big man coming today, do you know how old this big man is?" He thought about it, could it be? Is it Xu Wei? Impossible, this old man is busy destroying Bailian and cleaning up the officialdom in Jiangsu, his whereabouts are very secret, how can he show up in public? Is it the same "low-key" attempt as me?

Luo Ning smiled and said, "It was my mentor when I was at Jinghua College in the capital, and she was also a well-known female Chinese scholar in the north. She was quite famous among talents from both the north and the south. For those of us who have read poetry and books, of course he is a big man."

"Women's Guoxue?" Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment and said, "How old are you? Could it be the female sacrifice wine who sent the couplet last time?"

Luo Ning shook his head and said, "It's not her. This is my teacher, who is in his 50s or 60s. He came here from the capital this year to participate in the Jinling Poetry Competition. It arrived yesterday, and we specially invited us today. The teacher is traveling."

Lin Wanrong nodded, and it was Jinghua College again. This Jinghua College was probably equivalent to the Peking University of this era. Even an old woman who came out of it at random dared to claim to be a Chinese scholar, and she was still a big man in Luo Ning's eyes. Sure enough, it is unfathomable, and if there is a chance, the second young lady can be sent to it for further study.

The group was talking, but they had already arrived outside the city. Although it was early winter, there were still green mountains and green waters, and the endless fields came into view. In the misty fog, a few farmers who got up early were plowing the land hard with their plows and rakes, looking leisurely.

Lin Wanrong took a deep breath of air, went out early in the morning, the air was fresh, and it felt good.

Everyone stopped in front of a pavilion, only to see two figures slowly walking in the distance. In front of them was a woman, wearing a white robe, she was in her 50s or 60s, her temples were pale, her expression was unsmiling, and her eyes were cold. Seeing that no one is pleasing to the eye.

Luo Ning hurriedly picked up her long skirt and ran over, respectfully saluting, "Ning'er visits her teacher."

Is this Luo Ning's teacher? He looks like Shi Tai, so he probably isn't a good master. The students also hurried forward to pay their respects: "The students pay a visit to Mei Da Guoxue."

Looking at the respectful looks of those students, this Mei Da Guoxue seems to be really a big man. Guo Wuchang, who was beside Lin Wanrong, said, "Master, do you know this Mei Da Guoxue?"

"This, I've never been around the capital, so I don't know much about it." Young Master Biao said boldly.

On the other hand, a young lady next to Lin San said: "Third brother, this teacher Mei Yanqiu is a famous Chinese scholar in the capital. I heard that many famous talents came from her sect, even Beijing There are many dignitaries and nobles, and they are eager to worship her as a teacher."

Lin Wanrong sighed, this Mei Yanqiu even recruited some dignitaries as disciples, so why is she still with such a stern face, as if I owe her a few hundred dollars.

Mei Yanqiu helped Luo Ning and said, "Okay, okay, Ning'er, you haven't seen each other for a few years, and you have become more and more beautiful." Luo Ning responded shyly, with two red clouds floating on her face.

Mei Yanqiu nodded and said to Luo Ning, "Ning'er, after you left the capital, I have a new disciple, so come and get acquainted." She nodded to the man behind her, and her face was already swollen. He smiled and said, "You also come out and meet Ning'er."

A person walked out from behind Mei Yanqiu and saluted Luo Ning: "I've seen Miss Luo under Zhao Kangning."

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment, and he never thought that this little prince would appear here, and inexplicably worshipped his teacher as his teacher.

Mei Yanqiu said: "The little prince is kind-hearted, knowledgeable, and academically outstanding. I accepted him as a disciple in Beijing. You can get closer and closer in the future."

The talented and talented women of Jinling Publishing House, when they heard that the handsome and handsome young man who appeared in front of them was the famous Prince Ning, they immediately froze. The young ladies who had surrounded Lin San before rushed to the little prince. Compared with the family member Lin San, the identity of the little prince was obviously more like a golden tortoise-in-law.

Lin San's side was still lively and bustling, and in the blink of an eye, he walked cleanly. Lin Wanrong sighed, "Damn, princelings are really attractive, even if it's a piece of shit, contaminated with the word "royal". Fragrant.

Young Master Biao said indignantly, "What's so attractive about the little prince? In terms of looks, he can't even compare to Lin San in terms of talent and learning. Isn't he just giving birth to a good father?"

Luo Ning stood in front of the teacher, neither standing nor walking, but that Zhao Kangning was polite and joking, causing the surrounding talents to cheer.

You motherfucker, just fool around, I have a rest. Lin Wanrong hit a spot, pulled Young Master Biao to sit down, and the two depressed people lay down and rested.

I don't know how long it took, when I heard a loud applause, Lin Wanrong opened his eyes and saw many talented people surrounded Zhao Kangning and Mei Yanqiu.

Zhao Kangning smiled and said, "Since all my colleagues are showing love, then Kang Ning will be embarrassing." He pondered for a while, and when he saw a few figures walking in the distance, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm going to publish this first couplet, one sheep leads two lambs. ."

Lin Wanrong followed his eyes and his lungs exploded with anger.