The best Daming golden turtle son-in-law

Chapter 219
"Your Excellency, it's not that I deliberately shirk my responsibility." Yang Ling can also explain the truth despite being impulsive, "Nowadays, the national crisis is raging and the southern rebellion is spreading. The idea of ​​all etiquette is simple, I don't know what you think, Mr. Jiao?"

"I……"

Jiao Fang wanted to reprimand Yang Ling a few more words, but Yang Ling had already ignored the criticism, and turned around to leave Wenyuan Pavilion.

"Is your name Yang Ling?"

The arrogant young man Li Xin shouted in a deep voice:

"Actually, I've heard your name before, and I wanted to test your talent and character on purpose. When I saw you today, it's nothing more than that. Alas, I'm so disappointed."

"Young Master Li," Yang Ling suddenly turned his head after walking a few steps, arched his hands and said proudly, "To be honest, I have never heard of your name, I am really short-sighted as a student, but I don't think you need to try it." My character, try to learn, please ask questions, I will answer, how is it?"

"You..." That Mr. Li was always arrogant, so he really didn't expect Yang Ling to contradict him.

"Bold Yang Ling, don't talk to Mr. Li like that. He is the only son of Mr. Li Song, the literary leader of my Ming Dynasty. What do you know?"

Jiao Fang took the lead, and several other officials blamed Yang Ling.

And that Mr. Li angrily separated the ministers who praised him, with an ugly face but forced his anger and asked Yang Ling:
"Qingquan Yang Ling, right? I heard that you have written a lot of drama books, but I have never seen you write a book and talk about it. It can be seen that your talent and learning are limited to making up a story for two dollars. ,Humph."

"Master Li, may I ask what you have written?"

"I have written poems, songs, and scores handed down from generation to generation."

"Oh!" Yang Ling smiled warmly, "I really have to forgive my eyesight, I admit that I am indeed from Xia Liba, but I feel at ease, but in my opinion, you write your elegant poems, and I call me Xia Liba There is no conflict with you, right? Why do you put your thoughts on me, I ask how much money you earn for your poetry?"

"You!" Li Xin's face turned red and white, he was speechless, and said bitterly, "A rotten wood can't be carved."

"I'm a rotten tree. You're probably a cycad tree. If a cycad tree doesn't bloom or bear fruit, then it's drinking the northwest wind every day, right?"

Yang Ling's words are hurtful enough, his character is that you don't provoke me casually, and be careful of my counterattack.And I don't care how big an official you are, how powerful you are, you have to live in style.

"Yang Ling, you are too courageous. You dare to speak directly to Mr. Li in such a tone. Do you think you are good enough to question others? You should learn more since you are ignorant, really!"

"Hehe!" Li Xin's face could no longer be described as ugly, he was so angry that he was trembling now, "Well, you Yang Ling, how dare you despise me..."

"Yang Ling quickly apologize to the young master!"

"No need!" Li Xin tried his best to pretend to be a general. He smiled at the civil servants around him, turned around, and forced a smile at Yang Ling, "Yang Ling, I appreciate your daring to speak, but you are really good at it when it comes to talent and learning." You can’t do it, right? Can you deny that? I’ve heard of all the novels you wrote, and occasionally read them, ah, they’re so vulgar! Can you write poetry?”

"I can write," Yang Lingxin said, "I just think it's meaningless if I pull out a poem casually."

"Okay!" Li Xin patted the table next to him, "Then we might as well write a poem on the spot, there are so many great talents here, how about a competition on the spot?"

"Okay," Jiao Fang made the decision for the two of them, and said to Yang Ling, "Yang Ling, if you have this opportunity to compete with Mr. Li Xin on the spot, no matter how badly you lose, you will be the same in the literary world in the future." Your glory."

"Ok, deal!"

All the civil servants were clamoring and booing. Many of them had no friendship with Yang Ling, but they had a close friendship with Li Xin. Li Xin's father, Li Song, was a master in the literary world. Like a big tree with luxuriant branches, people know that Yang Ling will lose to Li Xin, but no matter how good the writing is, people will not applaud it, what can you do?

"Yang Ling write a poem quickly!"

"Okay, what's the topic?" Yang Ling didn't care, he didn't want to use the ability to search at will.

"The waist knife in that guard's waist, you take this as the title and write a poem first!"

Everyone waited for Yang Ling to finish writing the poem, and satirized in unison.

Yang Ling looked up to the sky and laughed with a heroic aura. She looked around at these civil servants and saw that they could only talk and write poems all day long. However, Yang Ling suddenly thought that the overall depravity of these civil servants was the root cause. He cleared his throat, looked at the waist knife, and recited in a low voice without thinking:

"The general was born with courage and courage, with autumn waters and wild goose feathers on his waist, wind blowing drums, mountains and rivers moving, lightning flashing flags, the sun and the moon are high, the unicorn in the sky is the original species, how can the ants in the cave escape, and wait for the return of the edict safely. I will explain to Mr. The battle robe..."

"This……"

All the civil servants present, including Li Xin and Jiao Fang, all shut up.

Just now I really wanted to say bad things about Yang Ling, no matter how good Yang Ling's writing or poems are, I can't say bad things.But……

Yang Ling's poem was written by the later Emperor Jiajing for one of his generals. This kind of emperor's aura can be said to shake the mountains and rivers. That's why he was selected into Qianjia Poems and became a well-known masterpiece because of his enlightening thoughts. the role of it.

Yang Ling only slightly modified the last sentence, but the momentum was not lost. The momentum of Yang Ling's poem is slapping these civil servants in the face.

"Okay," finally, young master Li Xin came over with a dark face, and after shouting, he took the lead to slap Yang Ling twice, and smiled awkwardly, "It seems that you are indeed a talented person!"

"Farewell!"

Yang Ling didn't want to delay here any longer. He didn't expect the face-slapping effect of this poem to be able to respond. It's just a pity that his official position is too low. Who knows if there are any more shameless people among these civil servants. If you can't hit someone in the face, they will be ruined.

Hand over, let's go!Only a group of people were left looking at each other.

"Master Jiao, you told me about Yang Ling, didn't you mention that he is so fast in writing?"

"Mr. Li," Jiao Fang thought of something and wiped off the cold sweat, "I remembered, Yang Ling is good at changing angles and making strange moves. If he suddenly exploded just now, he would beat you up. What do you say? Let's compete in martial arts. Now, there are several martial arts masters around him teaching him every day, although we lost face in Bishi, we are lucky that we didn't get beaten!"

"What, he still dares to hit someone?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)