"Okay!" Before the judges in the gauze tent could speak, the two young men around Shi Rang began to cheer.

The woman didn't say anything, and this time Old Li said, "Mr. Shi really has ambition. Old Li, a rough man, can even feel Mr. Shi's great ambitions. That's great, then this part..."

In fact, this point was not what a woman meant. She thought that this poem did not meet her ideal standards, but Lao Li gave her a hint that the young master of the Shi Mansion would still sell the face he should sell.

"etc!"

Shi Rang was still intoxicated, but Zhu Lin broke his dream.

Shi Ryo frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Zhu Lin said lightly: "Mr. Shi's poem is indeed not bad... But Zhu thinks it's still a shortcoming. I have one here, so would you like to listen to it?"

"You?" Shi Rang smiled disdainfully: "Then are you writing a song? Where did the rural cannons come from, and they dare to talk about their understanding of dedication to the country in front of me?"

Rural wild cannons? Qing'er narrowed her eyes. Zhu Lin didn't care. She cared very much. If you dare to say that your favorite highness is a wild cannon, just wait for me.

Insulting Zhu Lin like this, Zhao Qian was about to stand up and speak, but Zhu Lin reached out to stop her.

Zhu Lin was not angry at all. He smiled faintly and said, "So what about the country's wild cannons? Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. It is not enough to govern the country and govern the country alone."

The people are the best. Zhu Lin received the imperial education that if he wants to govern the country well, he must take into account the interests of the whole country and starts from the people. In this way, this Shirang's vision is still not enough.

Although the woman behind the gauze tent did not express her opinion, she began to look down on Shi Rang. The legendary third young master of Kaifeng, but this is the saying that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, which is very profound.

"Young master, you can start." The woman spoke.

Zhu Lin clasped his fists and said, "Thank you sister!"

"When you are drunk, you can watch the sword with a light, and dream about blowing the horns and camping."

"There are 800 miles of fire under the command, and the sound of fifty strings is heard outside the border, and the soldiers are drawn on the battlefield."

"The horse made Lu is fast, and his bow is astonished as a thunderbolt."

"Prepare the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life and death. Just when the flowers happened!"

In the last sentence, Zhu Lin made a change, which changed from sighing about his old age to hope to fight for the country.

Shi Rang's poems only start from a personal perspective, while Zhu Lin's writings, the battlefield was used to eliminate the affairs of the king and the world, and its pattern had already surpassed Shi Rang several streets.

The right judgment is right, and it is clear who loses and who wins.

"What a good person to do the king's affairs and win the reputation of his life and his life!" This was the first time a woman showed a tone of praise: "Young Master should be a person with great ambitions."

Whether it is the love or longing in the front, it only touched the woman. Unexpectedly, such a poem actually made the woman so amazed, without any charm, only praise.

"Sister is too awarded." Zhu Lin chuckled: "The poems written by rural cannons like me are almost as good as those written by Mr. Shi."

"Gee." The woman smiled charmingly in the gauze tent: "Young master can talk."

Shi Rang's eyes became more and more gloomy. He knew that Zhu Lin had already obtained three points, and it was already very difficult for him to get this fourth point.

Shi Rang waved his sleeves and left Huxinting without looking back. Although the two young men following him were embarrassed, they could only follow him.

"Although he is talented, he is narrow-minded." Zhu Lin looked at Shi Rang's back and sighed: "It will be difficult for such a person to accomplish great things in the future."

Qing'er didn't care how Zhu Lin sighed. With a wave of the spell in her hand, a slight silver light entered Shi Rang's calves.

Shi Rang only felt a pain in his calf, and he knelt down in a loss of strength. Shi Rang's two young men beside him were stunned. Why did Shi Rang suddenly kneel down?

"Mr. Shi, I know my young master is a talented man, but you don't have to kneel down like this." Of course, Qing'er would not miss such an opportunity, she shouted sarcastically.

It would be embarrassing to stay here for a second longer! Shi Rang glared at the people around him: "Why don't you help me up?"

"Oh, OK."

Shi Rang was helped by two people and left Lingxin Jingyue Lake. Today, the title of the third young master of Kaifeng was completely destroyed. In the eyes of these Fanlou staff, the third young master of Kaifeng is just a joke.

Zhu Lin glanced at Qing'er helplessly. How could he not feel the spell fluctuations around him? Qing'er really didn't want to let herself eat it.
Chapter completed!