The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

"Er Niu? Who is Er Niu? I don't know him."

Lingsi shook her head in confusion. None of her friends had such a name.

She grew up in the palace since she was a child, and most of the people she came into contact with were either rich or noble. How could someone be called such a name.

Even if there was one, I'm afraid he wouldn't show it to others by such a nickname.

"Don't know me?"

Su Changqing was completely puzzled when he heard this. After looking at Lingsi suspiciously, he frowned and thought deeply.

"Zhiyu, now that the spiritual thinking has been completed, it's your turn next."

After admiring, Mo Lan and others looked at Su Changqing.

Although Su Changqing's performance just now was very strong, they didn't have much hope.

After all, the poem Lingsi just wrote was so amazing that the possibility of surpassing it was slim.

really.

When Su Changqing heard this, he immediately waved his hand and said, "The poem just now can be said to be a quatrain. This junior will not show off his shame."

After finishing his words, he looked at Lingsi and said:

"Senior sister's poems are rare in the world. Are there any other masterpieces?"

The Yixian scholar in front of the school also lit up when he heard this.

"Yes, Lingsi, are you writing any other poems? So that I can see them?"

Not only him, but also Wei Cang, Mo Lan, Shu Han and others looked at Lingsi expectantly.

As Confucian and Taoist people, they really have no resistance to those poems and quatrains.

"this"

Lingsi hesitated.

She originally thought about coming up with a poem and forgetting it if she won. After all, it was not her own poem, so she always felt a little guilty in her heart.

But now that I saw the expectant looks in everyone's eyes, I suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

Thinking of this, she sighed secretly. If she could use one song or get two songs, she might as well compose one to make the teacher happy.

"This junior has another song to show off his shame."

Lingsi stabilized his mind and softly chanted:

"This poem is about autumn wind."

"The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright."

"The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again."

"When did we know each other? It's embarrassing at this time and night."

The catchy poems with rhymes resounded throughout the school, and everyone present looked surprised.

But only Su Changqing's expression became extremely strange.

As soon as the three words "Autumn Wind Ci" came out, he knew that it was a real deal!

This little senior sister of hers is definitely Brother Erniu’s sweetheart, she can’t be wrong!

"After working on it for a long time, Brother Erniu asked me if I wanted poems for my sweetheart, but in the end, I wanted my sweetheart to beat me with my poems?"

Su Changqing looked dumbfounded.

What a coincidence. Brother Erniu's sweetheart is actually his little senior sister?

"If I had known this, I would have brought Brother Erniu with me."

"But let's not talk about it. Young Senior Sister's tough temperament is a perfect match for Brother Erniu. She has a good personality and is pretty."

"Zizhen, Brother Erniu is a poor boy from the mountains, but he can find a girl who studies. Uncle Wenlin bless you."

While others were paying attention to Lingsi's poems, Su Changqing had a smile on his lips, almost thinking of drinking wedding wine.

As for exposing the poem in person, he had never even thought about it.

The two of them were originally from the same family, and the fact that they had two cows made them one of their own. Why did Lingsi get so embarrassed?

Not long after, Lingsi finished reciting a poem and immediately won applause from the whole audience.

"good!"

Mo Lan stood up and said excitedly: "I thought the previous poem was already rare in the world, but I didn't expect that the artistic conception of this poem would be even more wonderful."

"That's right."

Yixian echoed and praised: "This poem is a typical sad autumn work."

“Not only is the description of the autumn colors so penetrating, but what’s even more amazing is that it perfectly blends with the meaning of lovesickness!”

"Autumn colors, lovesickness, jackdaws, this... this artistic conception is amazing!"

Hearing the compliments from the two great scholars, Lingsi didn't react at all, but Wei Cang couldn't help but keep the corners of his mouth rising.

With such an outstanding disciple, he, as a master, also has a bright face.

Although he had just been defeated miserably, Lingsi's two excellent poems saved his face.

Even if today's incident is reported back to Zhongzhou, it will not be known as a disastrous failure.

"Senior Nephew Lingsi's poetic heritage is truly remarkable."

Li Qingchen's expression was full of admiration, but his words were somewhat joking:

"However, it seems that Lingsi's nephew has a sweetheart. The pain of lovesickness in these two poems is almost overflowing."

Mo Lan on the side laughed when he heard this and said, "What girl doesn't have a child?"

"I think it is precisely because of the unbearable lovesickness that I can write such poetic lines."

"It's not a bad thing, it's not a bad thing, hahaha."

Listening to the words ringing in her ears, Lingsi's pretty face turned red to her ears, but she couldn't utter a single word of explanation.

What can she do?

This is the kind of poem I was given!

Su Changqing beside him couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

When Erniu asked him for poems, he thought that Erniu was just trying to please his sweetheart, so he chose poems that were all about lovesickness.

But now it seems that there is something wrong with the situation in which it was used.

"Junior brother, you may have met your opponent."

While Su Changqing was deep in thought, Shuhan came to him at some point and sighed:

"Your chess, calligraphy and painting skills are excellent, but Junior Sister Lingsi's poetry, lyrics and songs are also not weak."

"It seems that one day I will have to go to my junior sister to study."

Su Changqing smiled when he heard this, "Want to learn poetry? I'll teach you."

"Haha, junior brother is so funny."

Shu Han was stunned for a moment, then smiled carelessly.

…

Time passed quickly, and it was almost late at night.

The result of this literary competition was that Su Changqing won, but Lingsi's poem also won the applause of the whole room.

Everyone was happy, and no one was really embarrassed.

"Senior brother, two seniors, goodbye."

Without much delay, after the competition, Li Qingchen said goodbye to Wei Cang and others.

"Humph! I will find a chance to beat you once!"

Wei Cang still had a bad face, and stood aside after a cold snort.

The two great scholars Mo Lan and Yixian looked at each other, and then hesitantly said:

"Qingchen, will Zhiyu attend the literary event in two years?"

The literary event is held every five years, and it is a grand event for the entire Confucianism.

And whether Zhiyu attends is very important to some people!

Li Qingchen raised his eyelids slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Zhiyu is too lazy to participate in those children's games."

If it weren't for Wei Cang, he would never let Changqing come out to participate in such a boring literary competition.

As for the meaning of Mo Lan and the others asking this question, he knew it clearly in his heart.

It's nothing more than the descendants of those who he suppressed at the beginning, who are afraid that Changqing will steal the limelight at the literary event, causing their entire lineage to lose face.

He was too lazy to be serious about these trivial matters.

Therefore, after a simple farewell, Li Qingchen took Su Changqing and Shuhan and left directly.

"Huh"

Mo Lan and Yixian looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

In terms of inheritance, they are actually the opposite of Ruxian, and they were suppressed at the beginning.

It is precisely because of this that they were slightly confused after seeing Su Changqing's terrifying talent.

What they feared was that the other party would go to the literary event two years later to mess things up, after all, most of the participants in the event were disciples of their lineage.

But now with Ruxian's guarantee, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Wei Cang, who was standing aside, did not care about the thoughts of the two great scholars, but was thinking about the power that suddenly emerged in his body today.

The power was very strong and very familiar, but he always felt that something was missing, and he couldn't exhale a breath.

He felt that when this breath of "breath" was exhaled, it would be the time when his Taoism was perfected.

"Is it the obsession of winning?"

Looking at Li Qingchen's back that had long gone away, Wei Cang sighed in his heart.

...

At this time, everyone in the group was thinking about something, and the atmosphere was slightly quiet.

But Lingsi was chatting enthusiastically with the communication talisman at this time.

Mingyu: "What! Lost? Who is that bastard? I'll find someone to beat him up!"

Qingqiu: "Well, let's just lose. That person's talent is really terrifying. I've never seen such a talented person."

Mingyu: "Why do you want to boost his morale! Didn't your poem come in handy?"

Qingqiu: "Hey, of course it came in handy. You don't know that the prodigy was so scared that he vomited water at that time!"

Mingyu: "Hahaha, of course, that poem was written by a great Confucian and Taoist master. Can't a mere prodigy suppress it easily?"

Qingqiu: "Now that my literary competition is over, I happen to be in the South Region. Can you help me introduce someone? I want to thank him in person, can I?"

In Qingshan Village.

Seeing Qingqiu's message, Erniu immediately jumped up from the bed and laughed excitedly.

"Hahaha, my spring is coming!"

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