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Chapter 199 Who did it?

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    "Okay." Yu Shinan bowed his hands to Li Er and said, "Your Majesty, I'll excuse you for a while."

    "Go." Li Er waved his hand meaninglessly.

    Yu Shinan, Kong Yingda and Ouyang Xun saluted Li Shimin, turned around and left with the middle-aged scribe.

    With Qin Lang¡¯s poems as a foundation, one can¡¯t help but become picky when looking at the poems written by these scholars.

    "Without Qin Lang's poems, these can be regarded as masterpieces, but now" Kong Yingda shook his head and looked at Yu Shinan: "Comparing the two, I choose Qin Lang as the leader of this poetry meeting."

    "I also choose Qin Lang to be the leader of the poetry club." Ouyang Xun still held the two poems written by Qin Lang in his hand and refused to put them down. He casually glanced at a few good poems that Yu Shinan jumped out of, without hesitation.  He spoke.

    "Well, I think so too. In that case, it is unanimously approved that Qin Lang will be the leader of this poetry meeting!" Seeing that both of them had no objections, Yu Shinan also nodded.

    "Mr. Yu, I wonder what kind of masterpiece it is that the three of you have always praised it so much?" the middle-aged scribe asked curiously.

    He reviewed and selected the poems written by scholars from outside the world one by one. He also read a lot of poems that he thought were quite good. However, the three great scholars just glanced at them casually and were ignored by the three great scholars without batting an eye.  Eliminated, he couldn't help but be curious.

    "Take a look." Yu Shinan snatched two poems from Ouyang Xun and handed them to the middle-aged scribe: "I have never seen such good poems before. I deserve to be the leader!"

    The middle-aged scribe took it and took one look at it, then his face was full of surprise. His somewhat casual attitude suddenly straightened up. He read the two poems carefully and tasted them carefully: "Great talent! It's really the best."  The work!"

    "It's just" The middle-aged scribe had a troubled look on his face: "Old Yu, the leader of this poetry society has always been selected from outside scholars. We in the inner hall only judge and do not participate in the competition for the leader of the poetry society."

    "Although these two songs are good, they can't break the rules!"

    Kong Yingda shook his head and said with a smile: "Wen Yuan, you are wrong! These two poems were not written by old immortals like us, but by a young man."

    "He is not a judge, so he can naturally participate in the selection of the Poetry Society." Ouyang Xun interjected unwillingly from the side.

    "It wasn't written by a great Confucian?" The middle-aged scribe looked shocked.

    When he looked at the two poems, his first thought was that they were the masterpieces of some great scholar in the inner hall, but he didn¡¯t expect that it was actually a young man!

    "Look there." Yu Shinan said and pointed at Qin Lang, who was smiling and listening to Lao Cheng's praise: "That's the young man in purple robe."

    "This young man looks so familiar, he must have never been to a poetry gathering, right?" the middle-aged scribe asked doubtfully, and then looked at Yu Shinan and the others with admiration: "I wonder when the three of them got such a good disciple, and they actually  Not even a hint of it was revealed!¡±

    "We are not so lucky to have such a disciple." Yu Shinan and the three of them shook their heads and smiled bitterly: "The boy's name is Qin Lang, and he studied under the ancestor."

    "What?" the middle-aged scribe exclaimed: "Is it the legendary Qin Immortal who can call the wind and rain?"

    "Yes, it's him!" Kong Yingda nodded with a smile: "We never thought that this young man has such a great talent!"

    "I remember that Meiyuan didn't seem to send him an invitation." The surprise on the middle-aged scribe's face suddenly turned to confusion: "How did this young man get in?"

    "Don't mention it!" Yu Shinan looked unhappy when he mentioned this: "It's not that old guy Cheng Yaojin who pestered me for two invitations. They should be for that young man."

    "Haha, Mr. Yu must have given you the right invitation!" Kong Yingda and Ouyang Xun laughed loudly: "Otherwise, how could we see such a masterpiece in the poetry meeting!"

    "That's true!" Yu Shinan thought for a while, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Old man Cheng, this can be considered a good thing!"

    As soon as these words came out, several people laughed again.

    The middle-aged scribe looked at Qin Lang with great interest: "Is this poem really written by this young man?"

    "Is there still a lie?" Ouyang Xun said with admiration: "I didn't believe it at first, so I found that boy and saw with my own eyes that he had composed another song!"

    "This young man has a quick mind. When he wrote the second poem, he seemed to have no thought and just started writing it." Kong Yingda suddenly said: "Is it possible that this young man has prepared several poems in advance and failed to write it?"

    "Hey!" Yu Shinan also exclaimed: "When you said that, I remembered it, and it seems to be true."

    "The young man seemed to have composed a song without thinking at all.come out!  Is it possible that he still has poetry?  "

    "Probably not." The middle-aged scribe shook his head: "Each of these two poems is a rare masterpiece that cannot be thought of in a short time."

    "Besides, how did the young man know that several people would go to him for verification and prepare poems in advance? Each of these two poems is a good poem that can be passed down for thousands of years. It is a blessing for ordinary people to be able to write one in their lifetime.  , but this boy actually made two songs!"

    "I thought maybe it was his Immortal Master, the ancestor who just used it." The middle-aged scribe said and looked at the three of them: "If this poem was not written by a young man, then he cannot be invited to do the poetry meeting.  The leader!"

    "This" Yu Shinan and Kong Yingda looked at each other. They were so happy just now that they didn't expect this level!

    The poetry competition requires that the poems and essays entered must be written by oneself. Even if they are not good, you cannot use others¡¯ poems!

    "It's just that no ordinary person can meet the ancestor, let alone ask the ancestor whether this poem was written by the ancestor!

    Both of them are great scholars of the time and have read all the ancient and modern articles. However, they have never heard of these two poems, nor have they seen them in any ancient book fragments. There is no way to verify them with the ancestors.

    ¡°If for this reason, it would be too hasty to give up the poems that were originally the leaders of the Poetry Society?

    "I think it was written by a young man!" Ouyang Xun shook his head after hearing this: "You and I have also read the Tao Te Ching passed down by our ancestors. Do you think there are any similarities?"

    "Oops!" Yu Shinan and Kong Yingda slapped their foreheads and said in annoyance: "You are so stunned! If you didn't tell me, we would still be struggling!"

    Ouyang Xun glanced at the middle-aged scribe meaningfully: "Besides, these two poems are both seven-character poems, and the ancestor did not have seven-character poems at that time!"

    The middle-aged scribe smiled and said nothing, turning a blind eye to Ouyang Xun's gaze, looking indifferent.

    "You are right, we are different." Yu Shinan stroked his beard: "In that case, the leader of this poetry meeting has been decided, and it is Qin Lang, the author of these two poems!"

    "Well, if we select the second and third place from the poems, this poetry meeting will be complete!" Ouyang Xun said with a smile, stroking his beard.

    "Okay!" The three of them looked at each other and laughed. A flash of light flashed in the middle-aged scribe's eyes, but he did not say anything aloud. Instead, as the three of them lowered their heads to look at other poems, they began to select the remaining ones.  of poetry.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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