I Don't Know Martial Art Chapter 43

Chapter 43 - Scholars Emerging

"What are you laughing at?" Xiang Yun asked, a little puzzled.

"Your Highness, please don't joke with Wan'er. It would be difficult for you to win first place with just a few lines."

Lin Wan'er's words were already very tactful. As a personal servant girl who had grown up together with Xiang Yun, Lin Wan'er was extremely clear on the little ink that Xiang Yun had in his stomach. Let alone composing poems, the latter could even be incomprehensible sometimes.

However, when it came to masterpieces, the crown prince did have some.

However, most of them were like 'The sword of a hero isn't old yet, but I still have my charm .' "In other words, 'when one is poor, he will take care of himself while when he is rich'; when he is rich, he will have many wives and concubines." "If the man with the knot does not go to bed, the wife with the furrow will not go to bed." These are some of the great works that make people laugh.

Lin Wan'er believed that if they were to compete for the second place spot, their son would definitely be a formidable opponent, and it was also possible for him to be first, unless only his young master was partic.i.p.ating in the compet.i.tion.

In the end, Lin Wan'er simply did not believe that Xiang Yun could produce any decent poem.

Looking at Lin Wan'er's playful smile, Xiang Yun felt extremely displeased. He had actually been looked down upon by his personal servant girl. How could this be? It seemed he had to restore his master's dignity!

Xiang Yun immediately said haughtily to Lin Wan'er, "Alright you little girl, you actually dare to not believe your son. Go and bring me some ink and paper, I'll show you who's number one!"

Lin Wan'er only thought that Xiang Yun was joking when she heard this, but she was also very happy that her son was so pleased. She then turned and ran into the garden, taking a brush, ink and paper with her, and placing them in front of Xiang Yun. She looked at her son with a smile, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece he would write this time.

However, no matter how much Lin Wan'er's voice rang out, the latter was currently holding a brush in her hand like a professional. She washed the brush with clear water and used her fingertip to pick up a stray strand of hair and gently cut it in half. She stroked the tip of the brush before nodding in satisfaction.

The latter shook her robe and used two bamboo chopsticks to press against the surface of the xuan paper. She then turned to Lin Wan'er and ordered, "Wan'er, help me with ink!"

She obediently picked up the ink stick with her slender hands and poured some water into the inkstone. Then, she began to grind the ink stick clockwise. Soon, the uniform and plump ink was grinded until it was finished.

"Your Highness, please." Lin Wan'er also acted like a bookkeeper, inviting her son to write a poem!

Xiang Yun did not hesitate as he dipped the brush into the ink. He immediately hung up the excess ink at the edge of the inkstone. The latter raised the brush and placed it on the xuan paper.

Lin Wan'er saw her son standing there like a statue. She thought to herself, "It seems like he has nothing in him at the moment. I knew he was just bragging."

However, as the person who understood Xiang Yun the most, Lin Wan'er had guessed wrongly this time. It was not that Xiang Yun had no goods in his stomach right now, but that he had too many things in his stomach.

One must know that Xiang Yun's mind was filled with the rich knowledge of poetry from his previous life, which had lasted for five thousand years. Although he had not memorized all of these poems, as a top scholar of the arts, he had still read many poems and recited many cla.s.sic phrases.

At this moment, Xiang Yun was wholeheartedly thinking of seizing the first place spot in this poetry contest and obtaining the cloud artifact that his cheap father had bestowed upon him. He did not dare to underestimate this world's scholarly man.

Xiang Yun thought for quite some time. Just as Lin Wan'er, who was at the side, thought that the latter would not be able to fall down, the lost Crown Prince, whose body had been frozen in the distance, finally moved!

Instead, he slowly raised his head and looked at the bright and beautiful full moon reflected in the stars, a complicated emotion flas.h.i.+ng across his eyes. At this moment, the memories of his friends, cla.s.smates, teachers, and his only family on Earth, his grandfather, flashed through Xiang Yun's mind!

"Are you all right? Are you all looking at the moon today? "

Lin Wan'er had never heard the words Xiang Yun murmured before. She felt as if he was speaking from the heavens, her head full of confusion. She had no idea what he was mumbling about.

In the next moment, Xiang Yun was done writing!

In Xiang Yun's previous life, he had studied ancient Chinese as a major while also having studied calligraphy. As for the university teacher who had taught them calligraphy, he was an old scholar who highly respected w.a.n.g Xizhi's calligraphy.

The true way of everyone's calligraphy was that he would often let Xiang Yun and the rest copy w.a.n.g Xizhi's calligraphy. Although Xiang Yun's calligraphy was not as rich and charming as w.a.n.g Xizhi's, he had already imitated the form of the calligraphy to the point where it was almost similar.

However, as a warrior of Eryun, Xiang Yun's control of his body and his mental strength had far surpa.s.sed that of when he was on Earth. In this moment, Xiang Yun's entire mind and body seemed to have become a part of him, and the brush in his hand seemed to have become a part of him.

In the next moment, Xiang Yun was holding onto his wrist with one hand as his brush fell on the xuan paper. The brush moved like dragons and snakes, graceful and elegant!

At this moment, Xiang Yun was in harmony with his divine being, his heart was with his body, and he was with the heavens. On the paper, there was a three inch black light, s.h.i.+ning like the stars!

At the side, Lin Wan'er, who had been smiling merrily, couldn't help but smile slightly more amicably when Xiang Yun wrote the first word.

When she saw the second and third words, her expression began to change. First was shock, then shock, and finally, disbelief!

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, on the second floor of the Spring Pavilion, the servants had already sent over hundreds of neat pieces of Xuan paper filled with poems and poems!

"Haha, Your Highness, it seems like your bounty has let everyone partic.i.p.ate. There are actually so many people who wrote a poem. This time, we can truly see with our eyes." w.a.n.g Wenjing couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the thick stack of Xuan paper.

At this moment, w.a.n.g Wenjing and the other imperial guards a.s.sumed the role of reading officials. w.a.n.g Wenjing was born a scholar, so he was an official who had read papers many times. He was very familiar with reading procedures, so he immediately organized a few imperial guards to read the papers together.

They would only need about ten seconds to finish reading most of the poems. As for those poems that did not have any new ideas or had average literary skills, they just put them aside and if they felt that there were any good poems, they would just nod and admire them. Then, they would pa.s.s them to Xiang Ling, the crown prince, the princess, and the two heirs to enjoy them.

When they came across really good poetry, their reading speed would slow down and they would then carefully read it, dissecting its meaning word by word and appreciating the artistic conception within the poem.

"White woodp.e.c.k.e.r in the atrium, cold dew silent wet osmanthus.

"Tonight, the moon is bright enough to see, and I wonder which family Qiusi will come to."

"This poem's language is simple, concise, and condensed. The depth of one's skill isn't something an ordinary scholar can create." When w.a.n.g Wenjing saw the poem in his hands, his eyes couldn't help but light up as he recited it aloud.

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked over. Clearly, they had also heard the poem that w.a.n.g Wenjing had recited and felt that it was somewhat extraordinary. This poem was not at a disadvantage even when compared to the first poem by w.a.n.g Wenjing.

w.a.n.g Wenjing quickly looked at the signature on the article: "Fuzhou County, w.a.n.g Shouyi!"

When everyone heard this name, they felt that it was a bit unfamiliar. Only w.a.n.g Wenjing suddenly remembered after pondering for a moment.

"So it's this person. No wonder he could write a poem of such a level."

Everyone looked over at him with an inquiring look. Then, w.a.n.g Wenjing patiently explained.

"This person is a graduate of the Orthodox Academy. From generation to generation, he has learned and learned. His elders have also produced many poems and written many essays, but they are all ordinary and unremarkable works. Only this person's generation has w.a.n.g Shouyi's literary and literary skills are excellent, and his poems are very powerful!" Back then, he was rather famous in the Orthodox Academy, but I didn't expect that he would also come here to congratulate the Prince on his birthday. "

No wonder it was of such standard. The Orthodox Academy was the highest hall of the literature of the State of Feng Yun, and the majority of the scholars there would become pillars of the State of Feng Yun in the future.

"I think that this w.a.n.g Shouyi might very well be one of the top three tonight. Prince, please enjoy this as well. Let's see what this poem is like." As he spoke, w.a.n.g Wenjing held the scroll with both hands and handed it over to Xiang Tian.

After reading for a moment, a look of admiration appeared in Xiang Tian's eyes as he nodded his head repeatedly. It was obvious that he had rather high praises for this poem as well.

"Eh, this is a good poem!" After a while, the Western Lion Grand Guard suddenly said with a face of pleasant surprise. Everyone was surprised and curious when they heard this.

It was not easy to compose a poem with seven sentences, but to compose a long poem was not an easy matter. There was actually someone who could compose a good poem that was praised by the county governor of Western Liangzhou. This immediately piqued everyone's interest.

"Lord County Governor, quickly recite it for everyone to hear." w.a.n.g Wenjing's curiosity was the strongest as he hurriedly urged her on.

The Grand Guard of the Xi Liang Prefecture immediately chanted, "How many times have you experienced the cold autumn in this one big dream?" The leaves of the night breeze rustled in the corridor. He frowned. Wine is often worried about the number of guests, more than the moon. Who is the Mid-Autumn Festival with the Common Solitary Light. Gazing sadly towards the north. "

"Hiss!"

When w.a.n.g Wenjing heard this poem, his eyes couldn't help but suddenly light up, revealing an expression of surprise. This expression was even more astonished than when he had first seen the poem by the Orthodox Academy's w.a.n.g Shouyi.

Although the others didn't have as much knowledge and knowledge about literature as w.a.n.g Wenjing did, they were at a high level. With just a glance, they could tell that the poem had an extraordinary allure.

"Good poem! This is definitely a good poem! A big dream, how much time does life have in the autumn? Everything in the world was like a big dream. How many cool autumn days had his life gone through? It's really wonderful! "

"This poem is gentle and sad, yet it doesn't lose any sense of pride. It's really wonderful. It's even better than w.a.n.g Shouyi's poem!"

w.a.n.g Wenjing didn't say higher, but higher, by three points. It could be seen that his praise for this poem was quite high!

"Lord Grand Guard, what is the name of this poem, and who is the author? Is he a student of the Orthodox Academy?" w.a.n.g Wenjing quickly asked.

"This poem is called" Xi Jiang Yue: A Great Dream of the World ". The author is Lin Feng from Nanping County."

"Lin Feng!" So it's him! " w.a.n.g Wenjing's eyes immediately lit up as his face revealed a look of surprise and realization.

"The Prime Minister knows this person?" Xiang Tian asked curiously. Even he felt that this poem's artistic conception was far too high. Hence he was rather curious about this author.

"Your Royal Highness, this Lin Feng is also a great disciple of our Church Academy!"

"Oh!" Everyone was surprised at these words. They hadn't thought that this person was actually also a student of the Orthodox Academy. But then they thought, if he was able to write such an excellent work, how could he not be a student of the Orthodox Academy? The latter gathered all of the top scholars of the Windcloud Nation. In terms of poetry and poetry, they were naturally the best in the entire Windy Nation!

w.a.n.g Wenjing continued, "Prince, this Lin Feng is a student of the current A cla.s.s of the Orthodox Academy. He is the grandson of the Han Lin Academy's Grand Scholar, Lin Xuan.

"This year's compet.i.tion will be ranked second in the entire Wind Cloud Country. If nothing unexpected happens, then in a few months' time, this person will definitely be able to make it into the top three!"

"Oh right, this Lin Feng was originally a student in the same cla.s.s as the son of the Crown Prince. The two of them could be considered to be cla.s.smates." w.a.n.g Wenjing suddenly remembered something and added on.

Yesterday, there were four chapters. I thought everyone would praise me, so I looked around the circle early in the morning. There was a message from a brother that almost made me fall in front of the computer. That, frivolous also needs to protect the body for everyone to create, can't fish out of the water, I hope you can understand, but from time to time more explosive will be done, I hope you understand, and as always support frivolity! Thanks #