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Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look around.

Zhao Mingde looked at Lin Zian with a smile on his face: "It is rumored that brother Lin is rich in education and talented. I believe you must have made a world-shattering work. I wonder if you can come up with it to raise our horizons?"

Chapter 180 Fraud

Everyone followed Zhao Mingde's line of sight and saw Lin Zian with a bald head, and immediately started talking.

"Brother Lin? Could it be Lin Zian, the husband-in-law of Princess Zhou?"

"It should be him. I heard that he recently took some pills indiscriminately, which caused his hair not to grow."

"But has anyone heard of his poems?"

"Never heard of it, can he do it?"

Taking advantage of the quiet discussion between the crowd, Zhao Mingde spoke again: "Brother Lin, do you think we are not even qualified to read one of your poems?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone's originally questioning eyes became unkind.

The dissatisfaction with Lin Zi'an, who was still smiling to himself, grew even stronger.

On the side, Yang Chengan couldn't help but wanted to stand up to make a rescue, but he was stopped by Lin Zian just after he took half a step.

"Brother Zhao even knows this, it really is the roundworm in my stomach."

Lin Zian laughed.

roundworms?

Zhao Mingde was taken aback for a moment, why does it feel like this sentence is scolding me?

Lin Zian continued: "Since brother Zhao is asking for this, then I'd rather be obedient than respectful."

What do you mean I beg you?

Zhao Mingde secretly slandered in his heart, but when he thought that Lin Zian and others could not write poems, or the poems they wrote were of extremely poor quality.

He quickly forgot about this unhappiness.

"Come here, write a pen and ink."

Pei Yingyu's eyes lighted up slightly. Although she knew that Zhao Mingde was deliberately pointing the finger at Lin Zian, she didn't want to stop him.

Because she also wanted to see if the husband-in-law of the princess had real information.

And really talented, she doesn't suggest making friends.

If she was just an ordinary person, she would come out to make a rescue when Lin Zian couldn't close the scene, so she could also gain some favor from a princess.

"no need."

Lin Zian directly refused, and then stepped forward facing the moonlight.

He has never practiced any brush calligraphy, and although the original owner has practiced it, due to his poor family, he has very little time to practice calligraphy, and the brush calligraphy can only be said to be readable.

For his next works, it would be too wasteful to write them in ordinary calligraphy.

"What are you doing?"

Someone next to him couldn't help asking.

"I have a habit of making a poem in seven steps."

Lin Zian smiled, and continued to step towards the edge of the building.

Poetry in seven steps?

Everyone cast shocked and questioning eyes.

Even the sage of poetry a thousand years ago would not have dared to say that a poem can be completed in seven steps. How could Lin Zian Hede dare to say such a thing?

Yang Chengan was even more puzzled.

Didn't brother Lin just say that it's ready?

Why is he now saying that he wants to write a poem in seven steps? Could it be that he was not satisfied with the poem just now, so he decided to compose another poem temporarily?

Lin Zian stepped forward as if no one else was around.

Three steps!

Four steps!

......

Six steps!

His seventh step stopped just in front of the railing at the edge of the second floor.

Lin Zian picked up a wine glass on the table next to him, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and began to recite: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

But just two sentences.

The expressions of everyone changed from questioning and disdainful to astonished.

Even Zhao Mingde couldn't help being slightly surprised, but with just these two short sentences, he didn't think that the poems he bought with a lot of money would be at a disadvantage.

Lin Zian didn't look back, and naturally he couldn't see their expressions, and continued to follow the rhythm of the poem: "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold. Dance and play Qingying, why does it seem to be in the world..."

Just listening to the first half of the poem, everyone already has a home for the top name of this poetry meeting.

If such exquisite and incomparable words do not get the first name, it would be a waste of all their years of poetry learning.

Not to mention that once such a word is spread, they end up giving the first name to another poem that is obviously inferior. It is enough to imagine how difficult and ridiculed they will be by the teachers and seniors in the academic world.

"Isn't Lin Zian a nerd without talent? How could he make such a poem?"

Zhao Mingde's heart was shaken.

Although he can't compose any good poems or lyrics, his appreciation ability is not much weaker than that of his peers, and he can naturally hear that this poem is much better than the one he bought.

At this time, he already regretted inviting Lin Zian over.

After reading the first half of the que, Lin Zian did not continue, but in the eyes of many people, he drank the tasteless wine in the glass in one gulp, and then put the empty glass on the table.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless photos."

With his hands behind his back, he looked like an outsider.

"In just a few words, he can describe the scenery exactly. Does this person really have no fame?"

Doubts appeared in everyone's mind.

"There should be no hatred, what is going to happen forever."

Lin Zian continued: "People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long life and enjoy the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

After the word was finished, there was no more sound in the air.

Most people have dull faces, thinking about this masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zian didn't react at all, picked up the flagon on the table and filled the glass, swallowed the jujube and took another sip.

I have to say that the taste of wine in this world is really bland.

The highest degree is only equivalent to fruit wine.

Want to get drunk, a word, difficult.

Zhao Mingde is one of the rare sober people.

At this time, his face was extremely ugly, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes looking at Lin Zian.

The reason why he invited Lin Zian to the poetry meeting was to make Lin Zian make a fool of himself.

But now Lin Zian not only didn't make a fool of himself, but also became famous, and he still stepped on his own fame.

How can this be tolerated?

"How could he come up with such a good word."

Zhao Mingde cursed inwardly, and then suddenly smiled on his face: "Yes, he must have spent a lot of money to buy it like me. I don't know what kind of shit luck it is to buy such a masterpiece."

"Hmph, I'll show you your true colors right away."

He quietly retreated to the side of a few cronies, told them this conjecture, and prepared to let them expose it.

After all, he was the one who asked Lin Zian to compose a poem just now, so he couldn't expose it personally.

"Lin Zian, it doesn't matter if your skills are inferior to others."

Soon, a cronies and friends scolded loudly: "But if you cheat like this, you are simply ruining the reputation of us scholars!"

Dozens of people present also came to their senses, and looked at the person who made the sound, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"fraud?"

"What do you mean?"

"..."

Lin Zian looked over indifferently.

The person who made the sound seemed to be the person who sat at the same table with Zhao Mingde that day, which was interesting.

Seeing that everyone's eyes had been attracted, the man continued: "Do you think a mere son-in-law, or a scholar without any fame, can write such a masterpiece through the ages? And it's still a poem in seven steps? "

From the artistic conception in the lyrics, everyone thought about it carefully, and felt that something was wrong.

Every year at the poetry fair, there are many people who want to buy poems to become famous, which is not uncommon.

Everyone knows the inside story, but even if you buy it, it is probably impossible to buy such high-quality poems.

After carefully thinking about Lin Zian's identity, everyone became suspicious.

If someone really has this kind of talent, how could he go to marry him?

You know, the status of the son-in-law is only a little higher than that of a servant.

Anyone with a little ambition would not choose this way.

Many people quietly looked at Lin Zian and began to discuss in low voices.