In the Pipa Garden, literati whispered to each other, and were guessing why Lord Su, who was a steadily famous, reacted so much. Some people just handed over the lyrics, and thought they were looking forward to it.

On the high platform, Su Mu held the rice paper in his hands and looked at it carefully, and the paper trembled slightly. Zhou Bangyan rarely saw Mr. Su solemnly, and couldn't help but look at him and asked sideways: "Mr. Su, I've encountered a masterpiece."

Logically speaking, even if there are few excellent works, Su Gong would not lose his composure. The last time that "the light rain on the street is as moist as a sauté..." was already a rare masterpiece, and Su Mu only reminisces about it for a long time.

Upon hearing the inquiry, Su Mu came back to his senses: "No, no, no, alas! Bangyan, take a look, this is not just a masterpiece."

Seeing this, my colleagues came over curiously. The handwriting was ordinary and could only be considered neat. They touched their beard and silently scrutinized. But just halfway through, their gaze turned solemn and frowned without saying a word.

Zhou Bangyan is the youngest and has the highest achievement among several people. He is the most famous talent in Bianjing. He wanted to see it as his classmate's masterpiece, but when he saw it, he shook his head and sighed. The simple lines of words on rice paper are not something that can be written just by having talent.

Su Xiangning, who was playing the piano and the scholar who wrote the lyrics, noticed something was wrong on the platform and his voice was suppressed. This was the first time he saw so many great scholars solemnly examine it, and knew that it must be a talented man who made a big splash.

Among the people, only Master Yuchi was different. He held a bunch of newly bought jewelry and spoke in front of Li Shishi and said with great sincerity.

After a moment.

A scholar couldn't help but ask first: "How many adults, but the other two companies have made excellent works?"

Three poetry meetings were held at the same time, and the other two were led by secular gentry. They were better than the Pipa Club led by the court in terms of fame and size. If they were suppressed by those two families, wouldn’t many talented men have no face?

Su Mu came to his senses, as if he had thought of someone, and quickly ordered: "Hurry, copy a copy and send it to the palace."

Seeing this expression, all the scholars realized that something was wrong. What kind of masterpiece is this that made Lord Su so anxious to present it to the emperor.

Seeing the eyes below, Zhou Bangyan handed the paper to the nearest scholar: "You will miss it for everyone."

The scholar was frightened and trepidated. He quickly took the paper, glanced at it, and was about to speak, but was stunned again.

"Read it!"

A great scholar dare not offend him, and a scholar of the same generation is not very patient.

Several courtesans and Su Xiangning were also looking forward to the scholar's reading.

The scholar faced the talented man and beauty whom he looked forward to for a long time, and then he was ready to have a good mood. He coughed twice and said aloud:

"After a hard time, the stars around you fell..."

The ups and downs were obviously trying to understand the emotions of that senior.

Everyone was stunned, the rhythm was neat, but this poem was not a poem called Wing Chun.

Before I could even wonder, the next few sentences left the audience silent:

"The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is floating and the rain is hitting the duckweed. I am afraid of the beach and sigh in the ocean. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Leave your loyalty to shine in history."

After the scholar finished reciting, he saw that everyone did not respond. He thought he had pronounced the wrong word, so he stood there and did not dare to move, so he carefully checked it up and down.

"Who has never died in life since ancient times? Leave your loyalty to shine in history..."

Su Mu sat on the chair, and the longer he savored it, the more he felt that it was difficult to reach this life.

Several great scholars were also full of sighs. Poetry was not suitable for this poetry meeting, but it was suitable for the current Song Dynasty.

The sentence "Mountains and rivers are broken and winds are floating, and life experiences are floating and rain are blowing against duckweeds" talks about how many people's hearts are in their hearts. The last sentence "Who has never died in life since ancient times? Leave a loyal heart to shine in history." The realm is no longer something that the great scholars sitting here can judge without authorization.

Without a period of ups and downs in life, I could not write such a poem at all.

After all, many students have little experience and most of them come from wealthy families. They have been silent for a long time and are immersed in a tragic and resolute atmosphere, but they dare not make judgments without authorization.

Su Xiangning closed the piano and her eyes were stunned, but she didn't know what to think. The sentence "The life experience is rising and falling, and the rain hits the duckweed" made her empathize, but how dare she compare with the people in the poem. She didn't know what circumstances could this literati write these touching poems.

The whole place was silent.

The Master Yuchi helped the scarf above his head, and his decent taste was long, and nodded and praised:

"Who wrote this good poem? It's a bit good."

"puff.."

Li Shishirao next to him was a pure and greedy person. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeves.

Something good?

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

If this is called "a little skillful", wouldn't they become ignorant of the mountains and wild men?

"roll!"

The minister Su Mu suddenly slapped the table. He had already had enough of the stupid skin who could not read a lot of words. At this time, do you have ears?

Yuchi Hu shrank his neck, knowing that he was making a joke, so he hurriedly ran away with his dog legs.

Su Mu exhaled a breath, stood up and looked at the earnest gazes of many talented and beautiful women, and said aloud: "Censor, Chen Qingqiu."

"Chen Qingqiu?"

"How is that possible..."

Everyone was stunned. Some people didn't think of this person for a long time. Those who knew each other were full of incredible expressions. They could believe that Chen Jingliu, who was famous for her, could write this poem. If Chen Qingqiu had this literary talent, he would be depressed and unsuccessful for life.

Several colleagues were full of surprise, and one of them shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Old Man Chen can write the 'Big Turtle Fu'. How could this poem be written by him?"

Su Mu was also very confused, but the poem could not be fake in his hand. He sighed: "Chen Qingqiu was born in Jiangxi, and this fear beach is the place name in Jiangxi. Lingdingyang should be in the Pearl River area. He has been ups and downs for many years and may have been there. Now he is in prison and writing a lasting pen when he is dying."

Hearing this, everyone remembered that the censor Chen Qingqiu was just being sent to the prison for biting people madly. The colleague thought for a long time and shook his head: "The handwriting is from Chen Qingqiu, but I still don't believe that he can write such a masterpiece that has passed through the ages..."

Su Mu raised his hand slightly to stop him: "No matter what, wait for Chen Qingqiu to come out first, this poem can save his life."

The impeachment of civil and military officials in the dynasty and the fall of Dian Kuisi and this poem can be spread, which only means that someone secretly protects Chen Qingqiu, and this person has a wide range of hands and eyes...

The colleague's expressions were astonished. How could he not understand what this said meant and immediately stopped talking and was silent.

If the poem was written by Chen Qingqiu, if not, then something big would happen.

There was a person with amazing talent and high power who secretly drove Chen Qingqiu to write a book to carve several court giants, and then he could use this method to catch people out.

Everyone was surprised, this was showing their wrists!

Looking back at the inside and outside the court, it seems that there is only one person in the Song Dynasty who has this ability, that is...

Prince Yun Zhao Kai!

The top scholar who once won the first place in the imperial examination and was unprecedented in history.

But Prince Yun Zhao Kai is the last son of the current saint. The prince had already decided, and he suddenly made such a big move, just to...

Everyone thought deeply, and when they thought of this meaningful poem, their faces suddenly changed and they felt a chill on their backs.

Fighting for the throne!
Chapter completed!