A New Character Every Month

"This matter is really hard to convince..."?

"I'm afraid this is Lin Zi'an's lyrics that he bought specially in order to become famous?"

Although the person who spoke was only in a tentative tone, many people still heard it.

After a moment of silence, someone nodded: "If you think about it carefully, it really is..."?

They were infected by this poem at the beginning, and they didn't think too much about it.

But now, the news of "husband-in-law" and "useless scholar" has indeed created a huge gap between them.

The thought of doubt was even more unbearable.

"To shut up!"

A harsh voice suddenly came from downstairs.

Everyone was startled by the sound, and then looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to see an old man walking up the stairs, the old man looked a little angry.

"Master Zhang!"

Pei Yingyu greeted her overjoyed.

Zhang shi is the dean of their ancient phoenix city academy, and his literary talent is enough to rank among the top ten in the world.

She invited Zhang Shi to participate in this poetry meeting as early as one month ago, and Zhang Shi only said that he would come and have a look at it when he had time.

For this, she was looking forward to it, but she hadn't seen Master Zhang until just now, so she didn't think he would come.

Seeing it now, she could hardly help cheering and jumping up.

Master Zhang nodded slightly at Lin Zian and smiled, then looked at everyone with a serious expression: "Can those words be said casually?"

There was silence at the scene, and no one answered.

"Have you ever met Lin Zi'an with your own eyes before? Know his character? Pay attention to his works?"

Master Zhang glanced around, and many people lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look at each other.

"The disciple is taught."

Someone stood up and admitted his mistake.

At this point, Master Zhang looked at Lin Zi'an: "Mr. Lin, I apologize to you on behalf of my disciples, and blamed me for not being strict in discipline."

Lin Zian said with a smile: "The clear ones will be clear, and the turbid ones will be turbid. Master Zhang doesn't have to worry about it."

"What a clear person is clear, and what is turbid is turbid!"

Hearing such a good sentence, Master Zhang laughed loudly: "As expected of the person who made the bright moon, once this word comes out, it will be difficult to surpass it in the future."

Hearing this kind of praise, dozens of men and women present all showed shocked expressions.

Although they also think this poem is very good, they can at most compare it with those poems that have been circulated for many years in their hearts.

But I never thought that Master Zhang would give such a big evaluation.

Although they felt a little unbelievable, they still agreed.

A person like Master Zhang would never make a wrong judgment.

"Master Zhang praised it."

Lin Zi'an smiled lightly.

Master Zhang shook his head and said, "I can't praise this poem too much..."

Immediately, Master Zhang began to comment on "Water Tune Getou When Will the Bright Moon Come?"

It's a comment, but it's better to say it's a class for others except Lin Zi'an.

And Lin Zian did not continue to be humble.

If it wasn't because Master Zhang was indeed talented and his character couldn't be faulted, he wouldn't be modest just now.

After all, this song "Water Melody Getou When Will There Be a Bright Moon" is one of Su Shi's pinnacle works.

As soon as the word came out, it immediately caused a sensation.

Even in later generations, the reputation is not weak at all.

While everyone was listening to Master Zhang's comments, Lin Zian leaned lazily on the railing.

It has to be said that scholars can speak, especially masters in the literary world like Master Zhang.

When commenting on this poem, he praised himself as a "porter" without any trace, and let him enjoy it a lot.

shuttle!

Suddenly, there was a small sound of breaking wind in the distance, which caught Lin Zian's attention.

He quickly looked back, and immediately saw a black arrow shooting from the woods on the bank under the dim night.

Under his powerful dynamic vision, the high-speed moving arrows turned into slow motion, flying slowly in the air.

According to the direction of the arrow, the target is definitely...

I?

Is it the assassin of Wushalou?

Lin Zi'an looked at the forest in the distance.

The distance was too far, and it was very dim, and it was impossible to see if there was anyone inside.

His eyes flashed slightly, and then he quickly turned his head to look at Zhao Mingde, who was unwilling to resign and looked at him full of resentment, and suddenly had a plan in mind.

Time returned to normal, and Master Zhang's voice came to Lin Zian's ears again.

And all of this happened, to him, in just one-tenth of a second.

shuttle!

Just when the jet-black arrow was about to hit Lin Zian, his body turned sideways without a trace.

The moment it dodged the arrow, it also slightly reversed its direction.

thump~

The black arrow pierced through several people, passed through Zhao Mingde's shoulder fiercely, and nailed into the pillar behind.

Zhao Mingde immediately uttered a scream, and fell to the ground hugging his injured shoulder.

"There are assassins! Hide in the back room!"

Master Zhang, who was the oldest, reacted the fastest.

Quickly dragged Zhao Ming into the back room, then took out a pill from his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

All the children of the aristocratic family, including Lin Zian also rushed into the back room quickly.

Many people turned pale when they saw Zhao Mingde whose shoulder was penetrated.

The guards who had been guarding downstairs also quickly rushed forward, drew their swords, and stood ready.

"Stay here and take care of Zhao Mingde. I'll go out and have a look."

Master Zhang left the room with a serious expression.

Although he is the master of essays, his cultivation is not weak.

Now someone is actually assassinating him in front of his face, it's obvious that he doesn't take him seriously.

Zhao Mingde's complexion was pale, and he felt extremely weak.

Looking at Lin Zian who was standing aside and smiling at him, he wanted to cry without tears.

Thief God, is there any reason?

This is the third time, not counting the time when he was attacked by thieves.

Every time I met Lin Zian, I didn't have a good end.

Under the questioning of several friends, Zhao Mingde's eyelids trembled, as if he was about to pass out.

"That arrow is poisonous!"

Someone glanced at the wound on Zhao Mingde's shoulder and said immediately.

Everyone looked and found that although the blood on it had stopped, some of the flesh and blood had turned black.

Someone said from the side: "Zhao Mingde, don't sleep, you will be gone after you sleep."

"Give way."

Lin Zian pushed away the crowd and came to Zhao Mingde, with a sad expression on his face, he said, "Brother Zhao, hold on, you will be fine."

Zhao Mingde's head was dizzy, but he was about to pass out.

Snapped!

Lin Zian slapped him hard.

The sad atmosphere in the room suddenly stagnated.

Zhao Mingde was also awakened by the pain on his face, and before he could turn his head to look at Lin Zian, he felt a slap on the other side of his face.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Lin Zian bowed left and right, slapping his hands frantically: "Brother Zhao, hold on! You must hold on!"

Seeing Lin Zian's sincere expression, the favorability of a group of aristocratic children towards Lin Zian soared instantly.

"I didn't expect Brother Lin and Zhao Mingde to have such a good personal relationship."

"That's for sure. Wasn't it Zhao Mingde who insisted on recommending Brother Lin's poems just now? Otherwise, we might not see such masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."

Chapter 180 Fourth Princess Zhou's Trouble

Hearing the whispering sound from the side, Zhao Mingde was filled with grief and indignation.

Are you all blind?