The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 45 Erniu: My spring is coming!

"Erniu? Who is Erniu? I don't know him."

Lingsi shook her head in confusion; none of her friends had such a name.

She grew up in the imperial palace and most of the people she came into contact with were either rich or noble. How could there be someone with such a name?

Even if there is one, I'm afraid he wouldn't use such a nickname to show it to others.

"do not know?"

Su Changqing was completely puzzled when he heard this. He looked at Lingsi suspiciously, then frowned and began to ponder.

"Zhiyu, now that Lingsi has finished his work, it's your turn next."

After praising, Mo Lan and others turned their eyes to Su Changqing.

Although Su Changqing's performance just now was very strong, they did not hold out much hope.

After all, the poem Lingsi just wrote was too amazing, and the possibility of surpassing it was very slim.

really.

Su Changqing heard this and immediately waved his hand, "The poem just now can be said to be a perfect poem, so I won't embarrass myself in it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lingsi and said:
"Senior sister's poems are truly rare in the world. Do you have any other excellent works?"

The great scholar in front of the school also brightened up when he heard this.
"Yes, Lingsi, have you written any other poems? So that we can see them?"

Not only him, but also Wei Cang, Mo Lan, Shu Han and others all looked at Ling Si with some anticipation.

As Confucianists and Taoists, they have no resistance to those poems and quatrains.

"This"

Lingsi hesitated.

She originally wanted to come up with a poem, and it would be fine if she won, but after all, it was not her poem, and she would always feel guilty.

But now seeing everyone's expectant eyes, I suddenly feel a bit stuck.

Thinking of this, she sighed inwardly. One poem would be used, and two poems would be taken. She might as well compose another one to make the teacher happy.

"I have another song, sorry to show you my poor performance."

Lingsi calmed his mind and began to chant softly:
"This poem is about autumn wind."

"The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright."

"The fallen leaves gather and scatter, the jackdaws perch and become startled."

"Who knows when we will meet again? It's embarrassing at this moment and this night."

The rhythmic and catchy poetry resounded throughout the school, and everyone present had a look of amazement on their faces and eyes.

But only Su Changqing's expression became extremely strange.

As soon as the three words "Autumn Wind Lyrics" came out, he knew it was confirmed!

This junior sister of hers is definitely Brother Erniu’s sweetheart, there is no doubt about it!

"After all this time, Brother Erniu asked me for a poem for my sweetheart, but in the end he asked my sweetheart to defeat me with my poem?"

Su Changqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This is such a coincidence that Brother Erniu's sweetheart is actually his junior sister?
"If I had known this would happen, I would have brought Brother Erniu with me."

"But you know what, the tenacious character of the little sister is a good match for Brother Erniu. She has a good personality and is pretty."

"Zizi, Brother Erniu is a poor boy from the mountains, but he was able to find a girl who is educated. Uncle Wenlin, please bless me."

While others were focusing on thinking about poetry, Su Changqing had a smile on his face, almost thinking of attending a wedding.

As for exposing the poetry in person, he never even thought about it.

The two of them are from the same family, and with Erniu's incident, they have become family members. Why would Lingsi be so embarrassed?
Not long after, Lingsi finished reciting a poem and immediately won applause from the whole audience.

"it is good!"

Mo Lan stood up and said excitedly: "I thought the previous poem was rare in the world, but I didn't expect the artistic conception of this poem is even better."

"Yes."

Yixian echoed and praised: "This poem is a typical work of sadness in autumn."

“Not only is the description of autumn colors very vivid, but it also perfectly blends in with the feeling of longing!”

"Autumn colors, lovesickness, jackdaws, this... this artistic conception is absolutely amazing!"

Lingsi did not react at all when hearing the praise from the two great scholars, but Wei Cang's mouth corners could not help but rise.

It is a great honor for his master to have such an outstanding disciple.

Although he had just suffered a terrible defeat, Lingsi's two excellent poems saved his face.

Even if today's events were reported back to Zhongzhou, it would not lead to a reputation of disastrous defeat.

"Junior Brother Lingsi's poetry background is truly extraordinary."

Li Qingchen's expression was full of admiration, but his words were somewhat joking:
"However, it seems that Junior Brother Lingsi has a lover. The lovesickness and pain in these two poems are about to overflow."

Mo Lan, who was standing by, laughed and said, "Which girl doesn't have spring in her heart?"

"I think it is because of the unbearable lovesickness that such a poem can be written."

"It's not a bad thing, it's not a bad thing, hahaha." Hearing the words ringing in her ears, Lingsi's pretty face turned red to her ears, but she couldn't utter a word of explanation.

What can she do?
This is the kind of poem that people give!
Su Changqing, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

When Erniu asked him for poems, he thought Erniu only wanted to please his sweetheart, so he chose poems that were full of lovesickness.

But now it seems that it is indeed used in the wrong occasion.

"Junior brother, I'm afraid you have met your match."

While Su Changqing was deep in thought, Shuhan came to his side and sighed:
"You are an expert at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Junior Sister Lingsi's poetry and songs are also not bad."

"It seems like I have to go find my junior sister to learn from her someday."

Su Changqing smiled when he heard this, "Want to learn poetry? I'll teach you."

"Haha, Junior Brother is really humorous."

Shuhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled indifferently.

……

Time passed quickly and it was almost late at night.

Su Changqing won the literary competition, but Lingsi's poem also won applause from the audience.

Everyone was happy and no one was really embarrassed.

"Senior Brother, two seniors, goodbye."

Without much delay, after the competition, Li Qingchen said goodbye to Wei Cang and others.

"Humph! I will find a chance to defeat you once!"

Wei Cang still had a bad expression on his face. He snorted coldly and stood aside.

The two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yi Xian, looked at each other, and then said hesitantly:

"Qingchen, will Zhiyu attend the literary event in two years?"

The literary event is held every five years and is a grand celebration for the entire Confucianism and Taoism.

Whether Zhiyu participates is very important to some people!

Li Qingchen raised his eyelids slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, Zhiyu is too lazy to participate in those children's games."

If it wasn't for Wei Cang, he would never have let Chang Qing come out to participate in such a boring literary competition.

As for the meaning of Mo Lan and the other man's question, he knew it clearly.

It was nothing more than the descendants of those people he had suppressed in the past, who were afraid that Chang Qing would steal the limelight at the literary event, causing their entire lineage to lose face.

He was too lazy to bother with these petty matters.

Therefore, after a brief farewell, Li Qingchen took Su Changqing and Shuhan and left.

"call"

Mo Lan and Yixian looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

From the perspective of inheriting the Taoist tradition, they are actually the opposite of Ruxian and were suppressed in the past.

It is also because of this that they became slightly confused after seeing Su Changqing’s terrifying talent.

What they are afraid of is that the other party will disrupt the literary event in two years. After all, most of the people attending the event are disciples of their lineage.

But now with Ruxian's assurance, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Wei Cang, who was standing aside, did not care about the thoughts of the two great scholars, but was pondering the power that suddenly emerged in his body today.

The power was strong and very familiar, but it felt like something was missing and I couldn't breathe.

He had a feeling that when this breath was exhaled, it would be the time when his Tao was perfected.

"Is it the obsession to win?"

Looking at Li Qingchen's back which had already gone away, Wei Cang sighed in his heart.

……

At this time, everyone in the group was thinking about something, and the atmosphere was slightly quiet.

At this time, Lingsi was chatting enthusiastically with the communication talisman in his hand.

Mingyu: "What! You actually lost? Who is that bastard? I'll find someone to beat him up!"

Qing Qiu: "Well, I've lost. That person's talent is really terrifying. I have never seen such a talented person."

Mingyu: "Why do you want to boost others' morale! Didn't your poem come in handy?"

Qingqiu: "Hehe, of course it came in handy. You don't know, that prodigy was so scared that he vomited water!"

Mingyu: "Hahaha, of course, that poem was written by a top Confucian and Taoist master, why can't a mere little genius suppress it?"

Qingqiu: "My literary competition is over now, and I happen to be in the Southern Region. Can you help me get an introduction? I would like to thank him in person, is that possible?"

In Qingshan Village.

When Erniu saw Qingqiu's message, he immediately jumped up from the bed and laughed out loud with excitement on his face.

“Hahaha, my spring is coming!”

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