Fish swimming around the world

Lin Zhaoji's eyebrows moved slightly. Jiang Fan's poems were unparalleled. That day, he even wrote a poem "On Teachers" that shocked the whole class. Now it has spread far and wide. Master Yan highly praised him and even bowed to him in class, saying that he was unparalleled in literature. But what he did in Wenqiu that day still made her very dissatisfied.

"This man claimed to visit the Holy Saint, but stayed in a brothel, brought prostitutes with him when he entered Wenqiu, refused to bow to the Holy Saint, and spoke nonsense in public, which was extremely rude and rebellious."

Jiang Fan pretended to be surprised: "Is there such a thing? No wonder I heard that people in Wenqiu have a lot of complaints about him. But... could there be any misunderstandings?"

Lin Zhaoji's face became a little complicated: "I hope the rumors are untrue, but Wenqiu Holy Land is under the eyes of the public, how can it be false?"

Jiang Fan frowned slightly: "Sister, haven't you heard that public opinion can melt gold and accumulated criticism can destroy bones? What people say may not be the truth, and what people see may not be the truth. I wonder how the Holy Saint evaluates this person?"

Lin Zhaoji was deeply puzzled by this. In her father's words, the Holy Saint had never publicly evaluated Jiang Fan except for poetry and prose, and no one knew the truth of the secret talk that day. But one thing is that the Holy Saint obviously supported the second prince, and many people knew that Jiang Fan's purpose was to support the second prince to take the throne.

So how did he persuade Master Yan? Is it coercion? Is it bribery? Or something else?

And for the sage of literature, coercion and bribery seem to be the least likely... Then, perhaps only Jiang Fan can persuade him, and the only way to persuade the old master is to appeal to his emotions and reason...

Suddenly, a snowflake fell on her nose, and the coldness brought her back to her senses instantly.

"... Miss Jiang, you seem to be very inclined to that person."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "I just don't hope and don't think that the person who can write such poems will be a dirty villain. It is said that the writing is like the person, if it is not the character of the pine wind and the moon, and the heart of the sea and the sky, how could it be possible?"

Such self-praise is indeed a bit embarrassing in the heart, but it is even more unbearable to see others slandering oneself like this, especially a beautiful and talented woman.

Unexpectedly, his words made Lin Zhaoji stunned again, and she fell into deep thought.

Jiang Fan was also puzzled. This woman seemed to pay much attention to him, and there was no reason for it? What's going on?

Just as the two were silent, Su Chenxiang and her sister came up to her, talking and laughing.

"Miss Jiang, you are here, I've been looking for you everywhere." Su Rongxue came over and hugged his arm with a smile.

She had no idea that this charming beauty was a man, so that soft touch made Mr. Jiang distracted.

Su Chenxiang also smiled and said, "Miss Jiang is very talented, do you have any ideas?"

Jiang Fan said, "Not yet, seeing so many talented men and women, I'm still guilty."

At this time, Lin Zhaoji also woke up and greeted the two sisters.

Lin Zhaoji participated in the Plum Garden Poetry Festival many times, and she was familiar with Xiangxue and her sister. For a while, she suppressed her thoughts and talked happily with the two.

But her eyes glanced at Jiang Fan from time to time, as if thinking about something.

Unaware of the trick, Su Rongxue and her sisters, who were naturally lively and smart, told a joke.

It is said that last winter, a heavy snow fell in Yangdu, and the empress came to the mortal residence and asked the poet and lyricist Jiang Gongzi to write a poem. What happened to you?

She blinked her eyes deliberately, deliberately teasing everyone.

Lin Zhaoji didn't know about this, and Jiang Fan pretended not to know, but the scene of that day came to his mind, and he felt very funny.

Su Rongxue chuckled: "As a result, Mr. Jiang was playing snowballs and asked the empress to wait a while. Who do you think the empress is? How could she wait? She immediately hit Mr. Jiang with a snowball and he fainted. It took him a long time to wake up... Hehehe, I laughed to death..."

Everyone also found it funny, and Lin Zhaoji also found it interesting, so she asked: "What happened later, did you write a poem?"

"I did, I did..." Su Rongxue laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe: "It would be better if you didn't talk about poetry, but I can't laugh anymore when I talk about this..."

She couldn't straighten her back, so Su Chenxiang had to say: "Later, Mr. Jiang felt aggrieved and wrote a poem: The world is a general, and there is a black hole on the well; the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."

At the end, she couldn't help laughing and burst out laughing.

When the poem came out, even Lin Zhaoji found it very funny.

"He is a bit of a crooked talent."

Su Chenxiang said: "Since Mr. Jiang came out of nowhere, who can avoid him when talking about poetry and lyrics? Even this little song, although crooked, is very decent and interesting."

This is the truth, but they didn't know that there would be a sequel that day. The empress was speechless for a long time after listening to this poem. Finally, she slapped the snowball hidden in her hand into the mouth of Mr. Jiang, who was laughing silly, and left.

Thinking about the scene that day, Jiang Fan couldn't help but reveal a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just... this person has amazing literary talent, but he has to jump into the temple and be in the same stream with the empress..." Su Chenxiang realized that it was not right, so he changed his words: "It's really puzzling to work with the empress."

Lin Zhaoji said: "Fame and fortune confuse people's hearts, and he is just a vulgar person."

Lin Zhaoji is the most talented woman in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Although the two sisters disagree with her words, they did not refute it. In their opinion, it's just a matter of scholars looking down on each other.

At this moment, a handsome guy came up to him.

"Ladies, I am here to greet you."

It turned out to be Mu Qiuyun who sent flowers. And the thing in his hand at this time almost made Mr. Jiang say "Fuck".

It was a folding fan.

This thing has become popular among the Jin literati circle within a few months since Mr. Jiang first brought Wenqiu.

This thing is elegant. When talking about the past and the present, or reciting poems and couplets, just wave it with one hand. Ha! Don't be too coquettish.

But I say to you, in the cold winter, you hold this thing and complain that the northwest wind is not cool enough. Is it reasonable?

"I, Mu Qiuyun, just learned that Miss Lin, the most talented woman in Jin, and Sister Xiangxue, who is the best poet in Jing'an, are here. I admire her very much and come to ask for advice on poetry and prose..."

He said this, but if you are not blind, you can see that his eyes never left Miss Jiang Ruochen.

Obviously, she is not interested in wine. She doesn't care about the three of you or any poetry. She is just here for this beautiful woman in white fox fur.

Jiang Fan was devastated.

Damn it! You can't see so many real beauties, but you come to harass me, a fake phoenix. Are you blind?

But the three beauties thought they were helping each other, and they giggled and introduced themselves before leaving.

Damn it, don't leave me behind——

Young Master Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He could only pretend to be nice to her, as it was not good to directly offend the only son of the Jing'an County Magistrate.

But he was just doing his job in a perfunctory manner, and after a few words, he fled on the pretext of being in a hurry.

Looking at her hurriedly retreating back, Young Master Mu looked intoxicated: "Hey~ She is so charming even when she is running away, this young master is hopeless..."