Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 481: Cold Cellar Ode

Gao Yunjin pushed his sister into the garden. The eldest grandson of the Gao family must be feeling very nervous at the moment. Although Xia Lin's reputation was not so good due to the messy news spread by those people, in fact, his early poems and essays were still shining.

A representative figure of romanticism, in the eyes of some younger generations, meeting Xia Lin is no less than a pilgrimage.

I have explained many shortcomings and problems of aristocratic families before. In fact, the children of aristocratic families are not completely useless. First of all, they are superior to ordinary people in terms of etiquette and knowledge. Even ordinary scholars will inevitably pale in comparison with the children of aristocratic families.

Because in this era before Xia Lin appeared, paper was considered a luxury and books were so expensive that ordinary people could only smell them from afar. It was not until Xia Lin's Fuliang Bookstore appeared that the monopoly of books by the aristocratic families was truly broken.

This is why these people hate Xia Lin so much. If he didn't have the military power, he would have been chopped into meat sauce and fed to dogs long ago.

So as one reads more books, his overall temperament improves. Of course, there will also be arrogance and domineering people like Yuwen Yi, who comes from a happy education background, but Gao Shilian's grandson is actually okay, he is handsome and elegant, and has extraordinary conversation.

Although it is a bit pedantic, it still has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix.

"Ever since I read Lord Xia's poems and essays, I no longer care about other people. Even though there have been many talented people in recent years, they are nothing compared to Lord Xia."

Xia Lin raised his hand: "This is just a little trick to amuse myself. No need to praise me too much. Please take a seat first."

Gao Yunjin quickly pushed his sister to sit next to him, and was as quiet as a baby. But his sister Gao Yunmeng kept looking at Xia Lin coldly, with no expression and a strange look in her eyes, which revealed a chill.

"Hmm? What does this little sister have against me? Why does she keep looking at me like this?"

"Don't blame me, Master Xia. Yunmeng has had difficulty walking since she was a child, and she is depressed. She looks like this to everyone she sees. I brought her here today to relax."

Xia Lin nodded, put his hands on his knees, looked back at his crutches, stood up and walked forward two steps, stretched his waist, and suddenly turned back and smiled, "My little sister's name is Gao Yunmeng, right?"

"Yes, Lord Xia," Gao Yunjin replied quickly, then poked his sister on the back, "Sister, call someone."

But Gao Yunmeng remained silent. Xia Lin did not bother with a child and just started chatting with Gao Yunjin: "She has never been able to walk?"

"When I was four years old, I fell off a wall out of mischief and injured my waist. Since then, I have never been able to stand up again."

Xia Lin nodded: "He is also a poor man."

"You don't need to feel sorry for me." Gao Yunmeng suddenly spoke up: "People who seek fame and reputation don't need to act compassionately."

Xia Lin didn't care about what he said, but Gao Yunjin's face turned red. He wanted to apologize to Xia Lin immediately, but Xia Lin raised his hand to stop him. Instead, he curiously asked Gao Yunmeng in the wheelchair: "Sister, how do you think I have sought fame?"

"You know what you did."

Gao Yunjin wanted to stop her sister, but Xia Lin seemed to be interested and simply sat down: "Okay, I'm all ears. Tell me what I did."

"You are encroaching on the land and harming the people in your hometown under the pretext of pleading for the people. This is an outrage to both humans and gods. Your talent has been wasted in vain."

Xia Lin was completely confused by what she said. In fact, he didn't quite know how the noble families slandered him. He didn't really care. He was just curious as to how this little sister could hate him so much when she had never even seen him.

"Okay, then you said all these things about me. I won't argue with you. I just want to know some specifics. You said I occupied land, how much did I occupy? You said I harmed the people in the village, how did I harm them? I'm curious, tell me what you have to say."

This little sister, Gao Yunmeng, should be the kind of person who stays at home because of her physical disability and lives on gossip all day long. Xia Lin will certainly not be angry with her, because on weekdays, when the aunts and sisters-in-law chat among them, they are likely to bring up Xia Lin's name.

Xia Lin, the youngest powerful official in the Wei Dynasty, is a person who can confront Gao Yunmeng's grandfather head-on. In their eyes, Gao Shilian must be a great and glorious person.

Since Gao Shilian is great and upright, isn't Xia Lin, who is against him, a classic villain? Gao Shilian worked for 40 to 50 years to get to where he is today. Xia Lin is young and looks only a few years older than her. If he can get to where he is now, you can imagine how bad he must be.

Humans are unable to break through the barriers of thought, so she would default to blaming Xia Lin for the bad things she heard from her family.

And this is exactly the area that Xia Lin has never been exposed to.

However, representatives from other families also arrived one after another at this time, so he naturally did not bother with this little sister anymore, but stood up and began to entertain the guests.

Xia Lin was a top expert in this area, and he was very good at dealing with various forces. His exquisite Tai Chi skills made those who wanted to spy on information and win over people confused. After this, most of the people who came knew that they were probably not Xia Daosheng's opponents, so they stopped being obsessed with these things and enjoyed the flowers and drank wine at the banquet. The rest of the matter might have to be handled by their respective masters. There was still a gap between him and me, and if I didn't go on, I was afraid that I would be punished by him.

At this moment, Gao Yunjin finally found an opportunity to come to Xia Lin and said, "Master Xia, my sister is rude. Please consider her disability and don't argue with her."

Xia Lin just smiled and waved his hand when he heard this: "It's nothing, it's okay. It's just that your sister is really a true person."

Gao Yunjin's face flushed. "Master Xia, what you said makes me feel ashamed. I... I... I wanted to ask Master Xia if I could write parallel prose again, but now I don't have the face to ask again."

"Parallel prose, um..." Xia Lin coughed, stood up and said, "Since Master Gao wants it, I'll write one to show off my ugliness."

This sentence shocked the whole audience. You have to know that although the people who came here were not the patriarchs of their families, they were people with some status in their families and their literary literacy would not be too low. Putting aside their stance and position, Xia Lin was top-notch in both poetry and writing.

So even though they failed to achieve their goal at the moment, being able to see the world's most talented person write live is probably the greatest blessing in their lives.

"If I don't write well, please don't laugh at me." Xia Lin rolled up his sleeves and said, "Bring me some paper and pen."

Soon the paper and pen were ready, and Gao Yunjin beside him hurried forward to grind ink for Xia Lin. Xia Lin stood there pretending to think for a while and then began to write.

If a plagiarist does this, he will eat up his food for the next few hundred years. He has already done the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, so the other piece of writing that can be called a masterpiece is naturally the Han Yao Fu.

"The heaven and earth have their regularities, the sun and the moon have their regular brightness, and the four seasons have their regular order... A centipede has many legs, but it is not as agile as a snake. A rooster has wings, but it cannot fly as fast as a crow. A horse can gallop a thousand miles, but it cannot go anywhere without a human. A human may have a thousand tricks, but he cannot achieve his goal without luck."

He wrote it in one go without any pause or thought, like a ruthless copying machine.

Xia Lin's calligraphy is average, far inferior to Lao Zhang's, but it's also acceptable. It features a casual and unrestrained style, but the beauty of it lies in the fact that the "Han Yao Fu", also known as the "Fu of Poverty and Lowliness", is so impressive, and combined with his somewhat ugly handwriting, it gives it a kind of uplifting spirit.

This "Han Yao Fu" was originally written to comfort people who were in low spirits, but when it was written for the people present, it was like a slap in the face, causing burning pain.

The article is top-notch, but it is definitely written for poor students. When applied to these children from wealthy families, everyone knows what it means.

Even Gao Yunjin felt a little embarrassed. Although he was amazed at Xia Lin's brilliant writing skills, the way he wrote this was actually a little... embarrassing.

Those sentences did not mention the suppression by the aristocratic families, but every word was filled with the spirit of "work hard and kill them", which was really powerful.

Instead, Gao Yunmeng sat there watching Xia Lin write these things. She glanced at the contents on the paper and then at Xia Lin. The conflict in her heart was difficult to express clearly. This style of writing would never be written by a vicious person.

In fact, people are very confused at the moment when their inherent thinking is shaken. In addition, she is not very old and is trapped behind high walls, which makes her feel even more confused.

At today's flower-viewing feast, none of the things that each family prepared to win over and please Xia Lin were given out. Instead, everyone received a gift from Xia Lin, which was none other than this "Han Yao Fu".

After they took it back, many shopkeepers from aristocratic families smashed cups and bowls that night. They were really angry, so angry that veins jumped out of their chests.

It is said that emperors may change but the noble families remain unchanged. Now Xia Lin has issued a challenge without any scruples. Although it is just a long poem, the provocation in it is too strong. If this spreads to the people, it will simply be... just...

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Gao Shilian was also sitting in the room at this moment, studying the article over and over again. He then turned around and smiled at his grandson and said, "How is it? How do you feel after meeting Xia Daosheng?"

"I am astonished by her talent. I have never seen anyone so talented, let alone someone so free and easy." Gao Yunjin took a deep breath and continued, "It's just... this article made me feel a little depressed, but I can't explain it."

"A gentleman who is poor at first complains about his elegant character. A villain who becomes rich suddenly cannot escape the body of an ordinary person." Gao Shilian pointed to this paragraph in the article: "Hahahaha, he is scolding people! But there is nothing you can do. I told you not to provoke him, now it's okay, your uncle..."

"Grandpa, what should we do now?"

"Go to the Imperial College these days and see how your classmates react after reading this article. Then go and see how the scholars in the society react, and you will understand."

After Gao Shilian finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair and continued to study "Han Yao Fu", muttering to himself, "Is he finally going to do it?"

(End of this chapter)