Literati Sanctification

Chapter 459
At this moment, I don't know if it was the illusion of everyone. Everyone looked at Heng Xiulin at this moment. At this moment, they seemed to be a different person. At this moment, Heng Xiulin seemed to be different At that time, the extremely humble young man was like an arrogant literati.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes flickered with astonishment. They wondered what happened to Heng Xiulin, and there was such an aura emerging.

"Do you want to compete in poetry?"

Heng Xiulin turned his head at this moment, glanced at everyone indifferently, and then said something.

"That's right, we just want to compete in poetry. If you think that you are not as good as us, you have no pride at all, just pretend that we didn't say these words!"

Although I don't know why Heng Xiulin has such an aura, but in the eyes of everyone, no matter what, they will still challenge Heng Xiulin, it's just that the aura has changed, if you have the ability , but directly come up with some good poems to compete with them!

Thinking in this way, everyone stared straight at Heng Xiulin, wanting to see how Heng Xiulin would respond next, whether he wanted to compete or he was still trying to shirk.

If they were evading, they wouldn't say anything to Heng Xiulin, after all, they didn't need it anymore.

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin turned his head and glanced at these people, then shook his head, "I really want to compete, but I don't have any inspiration in my stomach, how can I compete?"

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, there was a flash of disdain in everyone's eyes, and they were messing around. Didn't Heng Xiulin not have any drafts, or did he not want to compete?
Thinking of this, everyone's eyes gradually turned cold. At this time, some people began to disperse slowly. There was no need to say anything to this guy. In this situation, he still didn't want to compete. This is really a bit of literati arrogance and I don't want it anymore.

"What is there no inspiration, why is it that you don't have it, and we all have it?"

"That is, even if you are making an excuse, you should find some better excuses. Don't you feel ashamed to use such an excuse?"

"If you feel that you are really uninspired, you should come here and ask these literati here, why we can all write poems, but you can't. Let me say this, you are still unwilling to compete, Really, even the literati want it!"

Everyone sneered and sneered, just wanting to turn their heads and leave, and the eyes of the other women on the side were all slightly disappointed, but at this time, Heng Xiulin shook his head slowly , reciting softly.

"Articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance. If so, what's the matter with inspiration?"

After Heng Xiulin's faint words came out of his mouth, everyone was shocked. After savoring the taste of this poem carefully, they immediately became a little silent.

With their talents, they can naturally understand that the meaning of Heng Xiulin's poem means that the poems are naturally formed, but they are just obtained by accident.

Sighing the artistic conception of this poem in his heart, everyone's hearts were shocked, but Heng Xiulin glanced at everyone, and then continued to speak.

"It is pure and flawless, so why should it be artificial?"

And after this line of poetry fell, everyone's faces flushed with embarrassment.

This line of poetry is saying that only such poems and articles can be free from flaws and affectations.

How ironic is this compared to what they said to Heng Xiulin before?

Before, they were still talking with Heng Xiulin, each of them already had inspiration in their hearts, and they could write poems at any time, but Heng Xiulin said he didn't.

This is actually not true, because in Heng Xiulin's view, all the poems are actually natural and just obtained by chance. In such a situation, compared with them, looking at them is actually a long time ago. There is a draft in the belly, and then I am constantly pondering and building it with painstaking efforts. It is simply a world of difference.

Thinking of this, everyone naturally felt a little ashamed. Compared with Heng Xiulin's artistic conception, they were really far behind.

The girls on the side also looked at Heng Xiulin with horror at this moment. They never thought that Heng Xiulin would actually write such a poem under such circumstances.

It can be seen from this that Heng Xiulin's talent is actually very high. He is not like these literati. He is just constantly researching poems, and after thinking of some poems, he is constantly revising them. Poetry changed to the extreme.

But in Heng Xiulin's view, this poem doesn't need to be like this, only natural poems are the most flawless, just like the poems Heng Xiulin reads now.

No one doubted Heng Xiulin at this time, saying that he didn't come up with this poem, because this poem is too much in line with Heng Xiulin's current artistic conception. In this world, there is probably no one who is as good as Heng Xiulin. The current situation is exactly the same.

After Heng Xiulin finished reading this poem, after he glanced at everyone indifferently, he turned his head and left here without paying attention to the people, and he came to the side of the ship, blowing the cold wind outside.

At this time, Xiaoyu also quickly chased her out. Seeing her young master leaning on the side like this, a look of joy flashed in her eyes, followed by admiration.

"My lord, you are really amazing. In such a situation, you can still stabilize the situation without writing poems!"

Xiaoyu walked to Heng Xiulin's side, and then said softly to Heng Xiulin, his eyes were full of admiration, Heng Xiulin could turn the situation around in such an occasion, this is in From Xiaoyu's point of view, it was really amazing.

Moreover, Heng Xiulin just recited the poem, so there would be no problem at all.

It can be said that Heng Xiulin completely avoided the possibility of writing poetry, and resolved his own crisis.

"Your son, when am I not good enough?"

Hearing these words, Heng Xiulin immediately glanced at Xiaoyu, and then said something helplessly.

Hearing this, Xiaoyu covered her mouth and burst into a sneer. If she really wanted to say, after she followed Heng Xiulin, the miracles created by Heng Xiulin immediately followed one after another, which was extremely amazing. incredible.

"Young master, would you like a drink?"

After Xiaoyu finished laughing, she picked up the wine glass she had just taken out, and then handed it to Heng Xiulin for questioning.

When Heng Xiulin heard the words, he didn't refuse. After taking it, he took a small sip and ended the troubles of those guys. Heng Xiulin also felt a lot more relaxed. Although the drink is not very good at the moment It's delicious, but Heng Xiulin didn't care so much about it at this time.

"Mr. Heng, Miss Xiang would like to invite you over to have a talk. I wonder if Mr. Heng has time?"

Just when Heng Xiulin wanted to avoid the limelight outside, a maid-like maid came towards Heng Xiulin, and after seeing Heng Xiulin, she gave a blessing lightly.

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin raised his head and glanced at the maid in front of him, and looked inside, but just happened to see that Xiang Keyu was looking at him, Heng Xiulin was silent for a moment, and then nodded. nod.

"Okay, let the girl lead the way."

Hearing Heng Xiulin stop, the maid was also a little happy, and began to lead the way for Heng Xiulin at the front, but after a while, the two came to the side, and then walked down the stairs, towards the person who was waiting for Ke Yu. walk in the room.

All the people on the side saw this situation, and seeing Heng Xiulin walking towards her boudoir under the leadership of the maid Xiang Keyu, jealousy flashed in their eyes immediately. Then, he sighed slowly again.

There was no way, after Heng Xiulin uttered such poems, they had no other way to deal with Heng Xiulin, even if they had the poem draft in their belly, they dared not take it out easily.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, Hengxiu Lin will put a pretentious name on it.

(End of this chapter)