The person sitting behind Chen Yichen was not someone else, but Liu Wan'er who was waiting in the corner after the accompaniment was completed.

Apart from the first two greetings, the two of them had no communication at the other time.

After all, objectively speaking, the two are not familiar with each other by chance, and the topic of identity is sensitive, so it is not convenient to talk too much.

But Chen Yichen didn't expect that Liu Wan'er would suddenly ask herself to write a poem for her.

"this……"

Chen Yichen was not easy to agree for a moment. He couldn't write it when he quarreled with Li Da. It was really not a lie, and it was really not easy to write.

You should know that this is not a flying flower order. You can deal with it by finding a poem, but you have to write the whole poem and then sing it by Dong Yujing.

And the basic situation should be met, the quality should be guaranteed. With all aspects of limitation, it is not easy to write a brilliant job.

Or to put it bluntly, it is not easy to copy the article.

When I heard Chen Yichen's intention of ruling, Liu Wan'er also came from a scholarly family, so she naturally would not stick to her.

So he nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's my abrupt and disturbing Mr. Chen."

But there was a lingering feeling of sadness in this tone. Perhaps in Liu Wan'er's opinion, a talented man like Chen Yichen refused because he was more unwilling to write to himself, a brothel woman.

"You are not abrupt, but I am just a little bit unintentional. But if you don't mind, I'm willing to give it a try."

Whenever she felt Liu Wan'er's sadness, Chen Yichen couldn't bear it. He didn't know whether it was out of sympathy for her or respect for Liu Qiu, a national scholar.

"How could I mind, I thanked the young master."

Compared to before, it is obvious that Liu Wan'er has a little more joy this time. Perhaps in addition to the poem, she is more respect and recognition from Chen Yichen.

Since she agreed to Liu Wan'er, Chen Yichen spread the rice paper on the table and prepared to write a song to give to her.

But after the preparations were done and when I was about to finish writing, Chen Yichen didn't know what to write.

Seeing that Chen Yichen had not finished writing for a long time, Li Da couldn't help but whisper: "Do you really can't write it?"

"What about that?"

Just like many misunderstandings before, whenever Chen Yichen tells a real thing seriously, others will distort it as a false view, and in the end they are speechless.

"Actually, I have a question to ask you."

"explain."

Chen Yichen was a little upset at this moment and wanted to get rid of the disturbance of Li Da as soon as possible.

"How did you improve your knowledge? Can you teach me? It would be better to give my father an explanation when you go back like this, otherwise he would really break my legs."

"It's very simple, just remember what the Master said."

"What did the Master say?"

Li Da's face was confused. He didn't remember anything important to Li Tingxiu said.

"Learn hard to learn, you will be able to make thousands of books in the window!"

"I want to be able to do it, do I still need to ask you?"

"grass……"

This is the first time Chen Yichen has come to this era and can't help but use swear words from later generations. He is really angry with Li Da. I don't know what evil he did in his previous life, but how come he became entangled with this boy when he came to ancient times.

Chen Yichen didn't know how to start writing, but now he was disturbed by Li Da and his mind was even more empty.

Just as Shen Yichen was thinking hard, some literati had quickly written the lyrics and music to the main table Lin Zhen and other judges.

It is said that it is good to write, but in a sense it is good to copy it, because these literati prepared their works early in order to win the Winter Solstice Poetry Fair and were waiting for this opportunity.

There may be only one who is unprepared and even not planning to write at all, just like Chen Yichen.

"Zhuangyuan Gong, what do you think of this article "Ru Meng Ling"?"

The prefect of Yingtian Li Min selected a more desirable lyrics and music from the scholars and handed it to Lin Zhen.

"The fallen leaves are full of the yard, the frost forest is rustling, and there is nowhere to find autumn light..."

Lin Zhen took it and read it silently for a few words, then shook his head and said, "This word means sighing that the season has passed, but the writing style is not very outstanding, and it is a mediocre work."

“It’s true.”

Li Min also nodded in agreement. After all, in terms of knowledge, he was more than one step away from the top scholar Gong Lin Zhen.

Since the other party said no, there is no need to force it.

"Zhuangyuan Gong, I think this song "Remembering Jiangnan" is good, but the idea is a bit sad."

As the chief judge, Lin Zhen also took the lyrics and song from Sun Tixue and silently recited: "Who will you be able to bear the separation, and the old hatred and new sorrow are alone at night..."

"The words are not suitable for the sake of the situation, so let's put them on first to see if there are any other excellent works."

"Um."

Sun Tixue naturally agreed that this sad style of lyrics and music is indeed not suitable for the current occasion.

As more works were submitted, the faster Lin Zhen and others reviewed them. Those who were too bad were eliminated directly. The medium-quality ones were put aside, and the excellent lyrics and music were posted on the bulletin board in the hall for the on-site scholars to read and appreciate.

The benefits of this practice can make excellent works more widely circulated, and on the other hand, it can also avoid the presiding judge's favoritism.

After all, excellent works are displayed publicly, and it is clear which one is better and which one is better and worse is impossible. And no presiding judge is willing to use his reputation as a master in the literary world to do such things.

But seeing that the works were almost reviewed, Lin Zhen had not seen Chen Yichen's lyrics and music for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Even if Chen Yichen’s poetry creation is not good, he will not be able to write it out, or maybe this kid didn’t write it at all?

With this question in mind, Lin Zhen raised his head and stretched his neck, looking at the last seat in the corner as much as possible.

I found that rice paper was placed on Chen Yichen's table, and as for whether there were any lyrics on it, I couldn't see clearly.

However, seeing Chen Yichen rotating and fiddling with a brush, it doesn’t look like he is writing lyrics seriously!

This attitude made Lin Zhen very angry. Fei Hualing performed so well before, why did he start to be inexplicably low-key again at the critical moment?

It seems that after this poetry meeting, we must teach Chen Yichen well and not be too low-key in life!

A circle of literati and scholars were already surrounded by the bulletin board. If you want to see whose work, it was rated as a masterpiece by several literary masters.

"The poem "The Suzhou Juren Wu Yingqian" is good, and I feel that there is hope of winning the championship."

"This word can be a masterpiece, but if you want to win the championship, you have to ask Changzhou student Qian Yongyou!"

"Qian Yongyou is worthy of it? In the end, I have to look at Shang Jieyuan's works. I didn't find it stuck on the top of the bulletin board?"

"Shang Jieyuan's flying flower order is really good, but I personally think Zeng Mengjian's song "Sheng Sheng Slow" is better!"

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This kind of poetry selection is easy to fall into disputes. Everyone has their own preferences, just like songs from later generations.

You like Jay's "Sunny Day", I like Junjie's "Cultivating Love", and he can also like Xu Shangao's "Appreciation between the elite and the masses".

Whether it is Yangchun Baixue or Xialiba people, there is no fixed likes such as literature and absolute judgment standards.

After arguing, no distinction was found, but someone soon discovered a blind spot, that is, there seemed to be no Chen Yichen's work on this notice board?

You should know that Chen Yichen was very popular in the previous flying flower order, and even Shang Jieyuan was suppressed by him. The current poetry and essay writing is the focus of today's poetry meeting. Why is Chen Yichen's works not selected?

It shouldn't be. According to the level of the Feihua Order, there is no strength to go on the bulletin board, right?

"Brother, have you seen Chen Yichen's lyrics?"

"No, I'm looking for it, too."

"Is it a judgement of the middle class?"

"Impossible. I have also seen the stack of Zhongcai, without the name of Chen Yichen."

"It's not going to be a despicable person, that's a pity..."

The scholars were talking, and some literati and scholars could no longer control their curiosity and turned to look at Chen Yichen's desk.

But he found that his desk was empty and there was no study treasure. Even the pastry and fruit plates on it disappeared. I don’t know if it was finished or not.

"When I was creating, I saw Chen Yichen put a rice paper inkstone on his desk. It seems that he was indeed eliminated."

"The momentum of light is insufficient."

"Can you have finished your life now?"

Almost everyone doesn’t understand why Chen Yichen’s poems did not appear on the bulletin board. No one thought that Chen Yichen had not written or submitted them.

After all, today's annual Winter Solstice Poetry Festival is waiting for this opportunity to become famous all over the world. If you are unwilling to write lyrics and submit them, why come and participate again?

"Young Master Chen, are you really not going to submit this song "Jin Mingchi·Yong Han Liu" to the judge?"

Liu Wan'er was holding a piece of rice paper in her hand with lyrics and music written by Chen Yichen, so he did not fail to write it or could not write it out, but did not choose to participate in the selection of this Winter Solstice Poetry Fair.

"No need, if you like it, just keep it."

The limelight has appeared once, and Chen Yichen did not intend to let himself stand at the forefront, otherwise he would be labeled as a talented man in poetry, songs, and essays in the future. Where can I find so many works to publish?

Many things are too much, and the ancients' doctrine of the mean is not without reason.

"I like it very much. I have never seen such a literary lyricist. The young master is really a talented person, as if he wrote down my mood."

While talking, Liu Wan'er gently caressed the lyrics in her arms, her eyes slightly red. The family changes have been like a walking corpse for more than half a year.

Chen Yichen's lyrics and music describes her feelings over the past six months to the fullest. Liu Wan'er never thought that a scholar would empathize with the situation of being demoted to the official prostitute. Chen Yichen is not only kind-hearted, but also so talented.

Hearing this sentence, Chen Yichen just smiled a little shyly, and indeed some of this kind of word empathizes with it. After all, she is also a maid, and has suffered from the cold eyes and ridicule of the world.
Chapter completed!