Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

It seems that it has never been written.

People in God, there are always things that they are not good at. What Lu Xianzi is not good at is probably writing poetry.

But now he actually stood up and challenged such a beautiful poem, isn't that slapping himself in the face?

Everyone couldn't help but sweat for Lu Lin. I'm afraid Lu County is going to stumble today.

If he loses in writing poetry today, then he will step down as a detective.

It can be regarded as self-destructive future.

Chapter 76 The man who can fly

Just when everyone was sweating for Lu Lin, Lu Lin had already picked up the brush.

Little Prince Mu didn't say anything, just stood quietly by the side, smiling and waiting for his masterpiece.

He has never been a stingy person. Since both of them like the princess, then everyone will compete fairly, each according to his own ability, there is nothing wrong with it.

And he also admired Lu Lin very much. If possible, it would be good for everyone to make friends.

But composing poetry is not something that can be done simply by being smart. Without decades of cultural background, it is impossible to do it at all.

He has also read the books that Lu Lin sold before, and they are really well written. They are chivalrous, majestic, and full of love for children. They are rare masterpieces.

But looking at its writing, it is relatively shallow and pale, too easy to understand, without half the artistic conception that a poet should have.

Lu Lin also heard these literati and scholars criticize his writing for being too colloquial, without gorgeous words, without embellishment, and lacking some foundation.

But that is a modern book, what is needed is an easy to understand, clean and neat.

Like those literati who worry about writing new words, they pile up a basket of gorgeous words that others can't understand at all.

What's the use?

Culture is for dissemination, not for pretense.

"Forget it, I don't want it anymore." Jiaxing tugged at the corner of Lu Lin's clothes.

In fact, she was also a little guilty. Firstly, Lu Lin had never written any poems. Secondly, the poems written by Prince Mu were indeed good, and it would be difficult to surpass them.

She didn't want Lu Lin to lose face for her.

Lu Lin smiled at her slightly: "Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he calmed down and searched the poems in his mind with his eyes closed.

Comparing one by one, which one has not appeared before, but can compare with him.

In the end he chose Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Temple.

Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Temple under Taohua Fairy.

The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.

I just sit in the flowers when I wake up, and I come to sleep when I am drunk.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

If flowers and wine are compared to carts and horses, he has to drive me free.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through.

There is no tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.

As soon as this poem came out, the originally bustling streets suddenly fell silent, and needles could be heard falling.

Everyone was muttering this poem repeatedly in their mouths. In Taohuawu, the Peach Blossom Temple, the Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees...

Reading the poem, Fang Buddha has already been in the peach forest, the wind blows back and the snow dances, and the eyes are full of flowers, peaches, wine, and drunkenness, making people addicted to it.

Everyone is the hermit in the peach forest in the poem who wanders leisurely in the forest, is free and easy, loves life, and is as happy as a fairy.

It took a long time for the boss to wake up from the illusion.

He opened his mouth and stared at Lu Lin. The word "good" got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

This poem is more than a good word can describe, it is simply a masterpiece of ancient times, shocking heaven and man.

Everyone looked at Lu Lin, and Fangfo saw the Taolin hermit in the poem, who was equally free and easy, and equally wanton.

"Boss, boss?" Lu Lin saw him staring at him, his eyes were straightened, and he couldn't help but yelled twice.

The boss just woke up and rushed over to hold Lu Lin's hand.

"Xianzi Lu really lives up to his reputation. I admire you. If you can get a poem from Xianzi Lu, I will have no regrets in this life."

The boss's exclamation woke everyone up, and they ran over one after another, surrounding him enthusiastically.

"Xianzi Lu, can you make another copy of this poem? I would like to buy it with a hundred gold."

When one person makes a move, the others are naturally not far behind, and they also gather around one after another.

"Xianzi Lu, I want it too."

"I beg Lu Xianzi to give me the next one too."

He didn't even say any words of praise, and grabbed it directly.

The poems have already been made, and they just need to copy a copy and go home, but they want Lu Lin to write it by himself, write his name on it, and hang it at home.

It's no worse than those calligraphers.

Lu Xianzi is so talented that he is comparable to a poet, and he will surely become a great man of his generation in the future, a leading figure in poetry in the Ming Dynasty.

His handwritten poems are naturally priceless treasures that cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

If you don't take this opportunity to get one today, I'm afraid you won't have the chance in the future.

Lu Lin was surrounded by a group of people, and he couldn't escape. He had no choice but to shout.

"Everyone, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, pick it up at my house tomorrow, and everyone present today will have it."

Hearing what Lu Lin said, everyone dispersed with satisfaction, and rushed to give Lu Lin money, for fear that he would regret it tomorrow.

"Mr. Lu, Xiao Zijun is in Xialanling. This is a hundred silver note. Please don't dislike Mr. Lu."

"Lu Xianzi, in Zhongwu, Changsha, is a scholar who is going to Beijing for the exam."