"Oh? Since that's the case, Prince Su is so proud of his face, then... I can't afford to lose face, right? So what if I'll grind you personally today?"

When Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, saw Su Lin so naughty and stood up and said he wanted to write a poem, he became interested. He didn't believe that Su Lin really had so many talent and thoughts, and could write another poem to maintain the country within one day.

Moreover, now it is a banquet, the poems written must at least be in line with the atmosphere and scene of the banquet. What kind of profound thoughts can there be in the banquet? And it also needs to achieve the profound thoughts of the country level, which is not that easy.

If Su Lin could not write a poem about the country, even if it was a poem from Dafu or Mingzhou, it would be very amazing to others. However, compared with Su Lin's always-known literary name, of course it would be lost. Zhao Tian could take this opportunity to attack Su Lin.

So, no matter what, it is not ordinary difficult for Su Lin to write poems that suit the situation. Zhao Tian is full of confidence. Being able to make Su Lin embarrassed and his reputation in the face of so many civil and military officials will easily lead to ideological flaws in the future, and it will be easier to deal with him.

In Zhao Tian's opinion, although Su Lin has a genius, he is still just a young man and a young man. He dares to fight and rush to fight in everything, and he doesn't know how to avoid the edge. This is the impulse and passion of the young man, especially the more genius the young man, the more he has this kind of motivation.

Often, this kind of boy who was rushing forward with passion in the face of difficulties ended up hitting the south wall and died miserably.

"Hmph! Su Lin, what's the use of you being talented? I'm using all kinds of ways to expose your flaws bit by bit. As long as your thoughts have flaws, I want to deal with you and kill your heart. It's simplest..."

Zhao Tian had his own plans and plans in his mind, and it was carefully calculated. It was absolutely impossible for Su Lin to write poems that suit the situation.

"This...Su Lin, your thoughts are already very exhausted today. In my opinion, let's forget it! Another day, I will hold a literary meeting for you in the palace alone, invite all civil and military officials and talented people to come and recite poems and match them together. How about the literary talent?"

The king Sun Jianshi also felt that Su Lin might be the young man's passion to show off, so he said again that he wanted to give Su Lin a step to go.

"Su Lin. It's really not appropriate to write poetry again today. My uncle advises you not to show off your power."

Su Jin was anxious after seeing it. He didn't know much about Su Lin, so to be on the safe side, he hurriedly persuaded Su Lin.

"Interesting!" Taifu Fang Zhengxin narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

"Teacher, in my opinion, Su Lin has absolute confidence to say this. Maybe now, the poems about the country have been written in his wisdom..." Li Yuncong no longer dared to underestimate Su Lin and treated him as an ordinary juren.

"Brother, in my opinion... let Su Lin write it! Since he dared to say that, he must have an idea in his heart. The emperor has long wanted to see Su Lin write the poems in the country with his own eyes..."

The eldest princess Sun Lingxiang was very confident in Su Lin. There was no way! She looked at Su Lin's poems on the country and turned around, and she had already agreed with Su Lin's talent from the bottom of her heart. So she had absolute confidence in Su Lin.

"Since that's the case, okay! Come and serve the pen, ink, paper and ink..."

The king Sun Jianshi was about to call me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but Su Lin waved his hand. He took out the dragon blood coral ink from his sleeve and said, "Your Majesty! No, the student has the best dragon blood coral ink here. It just so happened that the Secretary Zhao wanted to help me grind it, please..."

With a swing, Su Lin threw the extremely precious dragon blood coral ink into the hands of Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites.

"This... this is really a dragon blood coral ink. One or two are extremely precious. Only in the Dragon Palace, there is a little bit of the best dragon blood coral ink produced..."

Even though the Zhao family had great achievements, Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, was shocked when he got this top-quality dragon blood coral ink. Just now, Su Lin took out the dragon blood coral ink to write the "Fu of Filial Piety", after all, everyone was not paying attention at that time, so he didn't look at it carefully.

Now, Su Lin took out the best dragon blood coral ink. All the scholars present were the ones who liked to dance and write about ink. When they saw good writing and ink, they wanted to take it for themselves. Of course, they were full of passion in their eyes, and they wanted to rush forward and take this best dragon blood coral ink for themselves.

"How is it? Zhao Shangshu, grind it! Otherwise... how can I write it?"

Su Lin smiled and picked up a golden cup on the table. The wine inside exuded an attractive fragrance. It was the best wine of the Chinese wine in Wu.

"What exactly is Su Lin going to do? Is it really allowed Zhao Tian to grind?"

"Feeling his confidence, can he really write poems about the country?"

...

The civil and military officials were not sure what Su Lin was going to do, so they stopped the chopsticks in their hands and stared at Su Lin nervously.

This is a strange scene. The civil and military officials here have the worst literary status and the Jinshi. Thousands of officials are staring at Su Lin, a juren with the lowest literary status, and their eyes are full of expectations. It really makes people wonder.

However, none of the people present would feel strange because of this. Because the juren in front of him was not an ordinary juren, but a genius who could write several poems about the country. It was a genius of the Wu Kingdom who had the poems about the country published in the "Sacred Literature" every month!

"Okay! Prince Su is really brave enough! Since that's the case, so what if I really polish it for you?"

A rush!

Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, actually threw out a gold-plated ink plate from his sleeve. This is the ink plate of the Zhao family's military rank. The ink plate in it is not afraid of, and the vertical and horizontal grids are intertwined, containing the thought of military ranks. When grinding such ink plates, the ink ground will be stained with a hint of military ranks of thought.

Zhao Tian also took the initiative this time. He did this on purpose, hoping to integrate the thoughts of his military strategists into the ink during the grinding process. When Su Lin was writing poetry, he could find flaws through the thoughts in the poetry, and then easily invade Su Lin's Zhihai.

"Zhao Tian, ​​aren't you too shameless to take out the military Imperial Pan?"

Su Jin certainly did not allow such a thing to happen, so he screamed immediately. He stepped forward and knocked over Zhao Tian’s military Mo Pan, and said contemptuously: “To deal with a junior from my Su family, I didn’t expect you to use such despicable means…”

"Since that's the case, okay! Come, take care of the pen, ink, paper and ink..."

The king Sun Jianshi was about to call me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but Su Lin waved his hand and took out the dragon blood coral ink from his sleeve, saying, "Your Majesty! No, the student has the best dragon blood coral ink here. It just so happened that the Secretary Zhao wanted to help me grind it, please..."

With a swing, Su Lin threw the extremely precious dragon blood coral ink into the hands of Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites.

"This... this is really a dragon blood coral ink. One or two are extremely precious. Only in the Dragon Palace, there is a little bit of the best dragon blood coral ink produced..."

Even though the Zhao family had great achievements, Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, was shocked when he got this top-quality dragon blood coral ink. Just now, Su Lin took out the dragon blood coral ink to write the "Fu of Filial Piety", after all, everyone was not paying attention at that time, so he didn't look at it carefully.

Now, Su Lin took out the best dragon blood coral ink. All the scholars present were the ones who liked to dance and write about ink. When they saw good writing and ink, they wanted to take it for themselves. Of course, they were full of passion in their eyes, and they wanted to rush forward and take this best dragon blood coral ink for themselves.

"How is it? Zhao Shangshu, grind it! Otherwise... how can I write it?"

Su Lin smiled and picked up a golden cup on the table. The wine inside exuded an attractive fragrance. It was the best wine of the Chinese wine in Wu.

"What exactly is Su Lin going to do? Is it really allowed Zhao Tian to grind?"

"Feeling his confidence, can he really write poems about the country?"

...

The civil and military officials were not sure what Su Lin was going to do, so they stopped the chopsticks in their hands and stared at Su Lin nervously.

This is a strange scene. The civil and military officials here have the worst literary status and the Jinshi. Thousands of officials are staring at Su Lin, a juren with the lowest literary status, and their eyes are full of expectations. It really makes people wonder.

However, none of the people present would feel strange because of this. Because the juren in front of him was not an ordinary juren, but a genius who could write several poems about the country. It was a genius of the Wu Kingdom who had the poems about the country published in the "Sacred Literature" every month!

"Okay! Prince Su is really brave enough! Since that's the case, so what if I really polish it for you?"

A rush!

Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, actually threw out a gold-plated ink plate from his sleeve. This is the ink plate of the Zhao family's military rank. The ink plate in it is not afraid of, and the vertical and horizontal grids are intertwined, containing the thought of military ranks. When grinding such ink plates, the ink ground will be stained with a hint of military ranks of thought.

Zhao Tian also took the initiative this time. He did this on purpose, hoping to integrate the thoughts of his military strategists into the ink during the grinding process. When Su Lin was writing poetry, he could find flaws through the thoughts in the poetry, and then easily invade Su Lin's Zhihai.

"Zhao Tian, ​​aren't you too shameless to take out the military Imperial Pan?"

Su Jin certainly did not allow such a thing to happen, so he screamed immediately. He stepped forward and knocked over Zhao Tian’s military band Mo Pan, and said contemptuously: “To deal with a junior from my Su family, I didn’t expect you to use such despicable means…” (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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