When the two arrived at Dabaoen Temple, it was almost noon again.

With a loud bang, the tin-faced umbrella opened, blocking the sunshine for Zhao Shouzheng who came out of the cabin.

"Huh?" Fan Datong then realized that there was actually another person walking with him. He pointed at Fang Wen and said, "Where did this child come from?"

"Boy of Books." Zhao Shouzheng had a stern face and was full of energy, and was completely different from his usual habits.

"I'm leaving!"

The two of them entered the pagoda courtyard earlier than yesterday. At this time, dozens of little novice monks were holding trays and were just about to put the vegetarian meal on.

"The free meal is here again."

Yesterday's Juren was looking for them early this morning. When he saw the two of them coming in, he smiled and said:

"It's true on time."

The members of the Poetry Society also looked at the two of them, showing a teasing expression, and someone asked:

"I wonder if this poet of the Hard Song School can think about the good sentences?"

Facing the ridicule of everyone, Zhao Shouzheng looked calm and felt that he had never been so courageous in the past 30 years.

"Take it, don't delay our meal."

He took a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to the juren.

Then, Zhao Shouzheng pulled Fan Datong to sit down.

The little novice monk was about to serve the two of them, but was stopped by the juren.

"No hurry. After finishing reading, maybe they will save their vegetarian meals."

The juren held the paper and walked to the center of the venue, cleared his throat and started to recite loudly.

"I have read all the pain of parting in the world, and I have returned from my mind, and the flowers are falling like this..."

The guests smiled and whispered to each other's ear canals.

"It turned out to be a word that was filled in."

"It's "Dielianhua". This passage is quite neat. I guess I haven't slept all night. I've put this sentence in my mouth..."

He heard the juren continue:

"There is no words to look at the bottom of the flowers, and the green window and spring are not in the sky."

As soon as this passage came out, there was no sarcastic expression on everyone's faces, and many people showed surprise.

"When I let the lovesickness lamp be heard, a new love, a thousand old hatreds..."

When the juren read the third paragraph, the audience was in an uproar. No one expected that the literary talent of a mere prison student would be so high! People said that they were a sect school and they really didn't brag.

Even the juren looked like he was a ghost and could not keep stuttering.

"The most, the most..."

"What is the best? Read it quickly!"

He shouted loudly with an impatient attitude.

But the juren's face was like earth, but he just refused to continue reading.

It was still Xuelang who came to him at some point, snatched the poem note, and chanted loudly in his clear and brilliant voice:

"The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face gives me a mirror and a flower gives me a tree!"

The scene was silent immediately, and even Xuelang stayed there himself.

"Okay! Good words! Peerless good words!"

After a long time, I don’t know who led the lead, and a warm cheer burst out from the audience.

Regardless of whether they are willing or not, it is certain that everyone is convinced. I have to admit that this supervisor is qualified to evaluate the poetry world in Daming...

"What a 'what can't be kept in the world, the red face is the mirror and flowers are the trees'!" Xue Lang also came to his senses, and was filled with excitement and passionate eyes. He raised the poem's note with both hands and said loudly: "It is a truly immortal famous quote that covers my shame for the world of poetry in the Ming Dynasty for two hundred years!"

Zhao Shouzheng sat upright and asked the juren, "You can have a vegetarian meal now?"

How could the juren give the order? The little novice monk hurriedly presented the best vegetarian rice. Zhao Shouzheng handed him a pair of chopsticks to Fan Datong, and the two of them started to eat and drink as if no one was around.

"The demeanor of a true celebrity!"

As soon as this song "Butterfly Love Flower" was released, Zhao Shouzheng immediately changed from a down-and-out student to an unconventional celebrity...

I saw Xuelang, who had been lofty and proud, stood by and poured water for Zhao Shouzheng.

It was not until he had eaten and drank that Xue Lang clasped his hands together and said, "It is really rude to have no advice on the name of the poet Gao."

But when Zhao Shouzheng took out a veil to wipe his mouth, he shook his head slowly and said, "I am not the Ci family, I am the Ci family's father."

"Uh..." Everyone couldn't help but look suffocated, and they didn't expect that this guy was actually a madman!

In the Ming Dynasty, the madman is the one that is more popular than the famous.

Compared to He Xinyin, Li Zhi, Xu Wei, and earlier Wang Shouren, Yuan Hongdao, Wang Gen, and even the poet Xue Lang in front of him were all striking figures who were the charming people in the Ming Dynasty.

In this era, following the rules and regulations, they can only be boring to be an official. If you want to attract the world, lead the trend for a while, and become a star that everyone pays attention to, you can only go on a lonely and arrogant way, be arrogant and unruly journey.

But no matter how crazy you are, you can't speak like that, right?

Even the Xuelang, who was already this, had a wry smile on his handsome face.

"The poem "Doctor" is considered an elegant title, but the old seniors such as Liu Su, Ou, Jiang Xinli are still required to be excluded..."

Zhao Shouzheng shook his head again, looked at the monk's bald head honestly and said, "You misunderstood. I mean, this is a lyric written by my son."

Everyone's faces changed immediately. There was nothing good now, thinking that the madman was pointing accusations.

Xue Lang shook his head in disbelief and said, "The donor is joking. The donor should be in his thirties. Even if the young master starts learning poetry and lyrics from his mother's womb, he will never have such skillful and refined skills."

"I can't do anything if the monk doesn't believe it. Anyway, that's the truth. I'm not good at writing poetry. When I go back, my son wrote one for me. Do you believe it or not?" Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and told the truth, he got up and prepared to leave.

He is a kind person and thinks it's enough to get the place back. But Fan Datong is the most insidious and tricky, so he is not willing to give up. He pointed to the juren hiding in the crowd and smiled: "

"Brother Juren, can you do this poem?"

The juren shook his head awkwardly, and when the last sentence came out, he would not even say anything.

Fan Datong smiled and said, "Then you are not even as good as my classmate's son."

He is indeed cursing...

But there was the song "Butterfly Love Flower" that kept the scene in a state of harm. The juren with his nostrils in his usual slightest nostrils did not dare to refute a mere supervisor. He only saw him get into the crowd and run away in shame.

He just wants to be a handsome man who doesn't want to be named.

This poem will definitely spread throughout Jinling and even the entire Jiangnan. This juren does not want to become a villain in a good story and be ridiculed by the world.

Zhao Shouzheng and the others found the place, ate and drank enough, and returned victoriously.

When he walked out of the gate of Dabaoen Temple, Fan Datong held his head and looked like a victorious general.

Zhao Shouzheng kept sighing there.

"Brother, today is so happy, why are you still worried?" Fan Datong asked in confusion.

"Oh, I didn't expect this poem to cause such a sensation." Zhao Shouzheng said depressedly: "If I had known this, I would have changed to another poem and left it to my son to show off."

"Ah, is this word really a nephew?" Fan Datong widened his eyes. Although he admitted that Zhao Hao was extremely smart, mature, and good-looking, he never believed that the 14 or 15-year-old boy could fill in such a sophisticated word like a Song people.

"Of course, why don't you even believe it?" Zhao Shouzheng was a little unhappy and said, "Luo Binwang chanted the goose at the age of seven, and Wang Bo wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng". My son is one year older than Wang Bo, so why can't he fill in this song "Butterfly Love Flower"?"

"Okay, okay, brother is saying." Fan Datong hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "The nephew may be a genius, right?"

"What does it mean? He is a genius!"

Zhao Shouzheng raised his head proudly and got on the boat with Fang Wen's support.

"Hey, where did this child come out?" Fan Datong was startled again.

The boatman held up the bamboo pole and tried his best to push the black-sailed boat away from the dock, but heard a loud shout from afar.

"Donor, Daddy Ci, please stay..."
Chapter completed!