After getting the consent of Mr. Su Su Can, the man named Yin Zheng from the Su Mei Poetry Society loudly chanted: "Mr. Su celebrates his birthday, and the Yantang is filled with splendor. Today, I will drink more wine and wish you a long life." "
After listening to this, Lin Yi felt that, to be fair, it was better than yesterday's limerick.
At least the phrases "Yantang's feast of blooming flowers" and "Wish you a thousand years of pine" are quite suitable for the occasion.
Taken out alone, the first sentence is considered a good one.
It seems that in order to show off in front of the Su family, especially in front of Su Xiuer, Yin Zheng has exhausted his brains and performed exceptionally.
"Mr. Yin, this poem is well done. Please sit down."
Hearing Master Su's compliment, Yin Zheng was very happy. Looking at Su Xiu'er, he was overjoyed.
The latter smiled politely and nodded.
Lin Yi couldn't help but shook his head when he saw the expressions of the two people.
This expression is too familiar, and it is destined to have no good results.
After a moment, the young chief clerk who started to direct the topic to Su Xiuer stood up.
"Mr. Su, Uncle Su, all of you, Ding Song, the administrator of the county government, has written a poem in his heart."
From the beginning of these words, we can tell that Ding Song Intentionally getting closer to the Su family.
And reporting one's family status is to show one's superior status.
When the county magistrate saw Ding Song standing up, he first praised Su Can: "Master Su, this Ding Song is a leader among the younger generation in our county government. He is quite talented in literature. Listen to his poem. How's it going?"
Su Can nodded and replied to Ding Song: "Master Ding, please."
Ding Song held his head high, and he was quite magnanimous.
"The spring has come to an end, and the pistils are secretly blooming. The trees are vying for heights to reach the top of the loft, and it is common for people to kneel down in government offices."
After this poem was finished, The county magistrate said hello first.
A group of yamen people immediately followed and echoed.
Ding Song was very proud, and after handing over to the magistrate, Mrs. Su, and Mr. Su, he looked at Su Xiu'er and smiled slightly, sitting peacefully, as if he had a chance to win.
After hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but frown slightly.
This poem is not bad, but the carving-like decoration and the violent spirit of the poem are too heavy.
The first two sentences, "The spring has come to an end, and the pistils are growing secretly," express Ding Song's passionate affection for Su Xiu'er, but the use of these words is a bit abrupt. After all, the second sentence "Nian De" seems to indicate that he is determined to win, which is a bit overbearing in terms of the relationship between men and women.
The last two sentences are clearly telling everyone not to argue with me. They are also mocking Yin Zheng who just composed the poem and making fun of him for not overestimating his abilities.
Sure enough, after Ding Song finished reading the poem, Su Xiuer also frowned slightly.
Su Can didn’t answer.
"Is there anyone still writing poetry?"
The county magistrate spoke.
The meaning is quite obvious.
Ask but don’t act.
PowerGuarantee his own Ding Song to win.
Most of the people present were sensible people, but a few people had already written poems and could only swallow them silently.
The hall was silent.
Although Yin Zheng was ridiculed by Ding Song and his face turned red, he did not dare to contradict him due to his status difference.
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On Lin Yi's side, Duolong suddenly put a hand on his arm.
"Lin...Brother Lin...Brother..."
What is going on?
Lin Yi quickly supported Duolong, who was about to fall, and asked: "Brother Duolong, what's wrong with you?"
Dolong pointed at his throat and then Pointing to the fish bones on the table.
Here I go, this is a stuck bone!
This kind of thing can be trivial or serious, but it can kill people if it is serious!
With no time to hesitate, Lin Yi remembered that Zhu You’s catalog recorded a bone-transforming divine water technique that could relieve the symptom of bone stuck in the throat.
There is no water at this moment, so I pour wine into the bowl.
Make a sword with your fingers, draw a virtual cross in the middle of the bowl, recite the formula silently, and write secret words in the air.
"The sky opens and closes, and the mountain opens and closes the mountain jade tube; the jade lock opens, and the dragon and phoenix turn into dragon water."
When writing this secret word, do not tick each word upwards. Otherwise it won't work.
For example, the last strokes of earth, phoenix, hua, and dragon must be written flat and cannot be raised. This is the gist of this spell.
After casting the spell, Lin Yi raised the bowl to Duolong's mouth, indicating to drink.
Doron did not hesitate and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
As the drink passed through my throat, the fish bone disappeared!
Duolong's eyes widened, he touched his neck in disbelief, and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Lin, you are so tall!"
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Even though it was in a remote location, such a commotion made a lot of noise.
Ding Songben was waiting for Mr. Su to announce that he had won. Unexpectedly, there was a lot of noise behind him. He looked displeased. He stood up and looked back. One of them was the same person who was usually on the wrong side with him in the Yamen. Duolong said yes in his heart, but you are trying to ruin my good deeds!
"Tall? How tall are you? Duolong, are you tall or have a good literary talent?"
Ding Song said in a strange tone.
When Duolong saw everyone looking this way, he quickly stood up and replied: "This high-ranking person does not refer to me, but to Brother Lin next to me."
Ding Song glanced at Lin Yi beside Duolong. He looked ordinary and nothing special.
"Who is this?"
Although Ding Song and Duo Long are both the chief clerks of the yamen, judging from Ding Song's attitude, his status in the yamen is obviously Above Dolon.
Before Duolong and Lin Yi could speak, Yin Zheng stood up and said, "Ha, isn't this Lin Yi from Wuyinmen? Why is he here?"
Yin Zheng, who was suppressed by Ding Song, finally found someone to vent to.
You don’t dare to contradict the chief clerk of the Yamen, and you don’t dare to bully the servants of the Wuyin Sect?
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is something that Yin normally does. After all, he has a pavilion chief father.
"Wuyinmen?" Ding Song continued, "Why are the people from Wuyinmen here? Today is the birthday of Mr. Su. It is really unlucky to find such a businessman who is trying to make money from the underworld." !”
This guy didn’t know whether Lin Yi was invited here by Su Xiuer or the girl’s family sent the invitation personally.
The bullying was so severe that Lin Yi had to stand up.
If you can’t bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore.
Some people don’t know what to do if they don’t teach them a lesson.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"Ding Song, the chief secretary of the Yamen."
"Oh~~it turns out to be Xiao Dingding..."< /p>
"Presumptuous!"
"Oh, look at your grace. If you don't know, you might think you are the master of the Su family. The master didn't say anything. When will it be your turn? Show off your power here."
Ding Song was speechless for a moment. He only thought about being in the limelight, but he didn't expect that he was actually taking the spotlight.
"Master Ding, don't argue with Brother Lin. He is my daughter's friend in the poetry club, and he was invited by my Su family."
This sentence made me laugh. The expression on Ding Song's face instantly became awkward.
In Su Can's words, judging from the names of Ding Song and Lin Yi, they have already distinguished themselves from each other.
His name is Ding Song, Chief Secretary Ding, which is just a polite name, while his name is Lin Yi, Little Brother Lin, because he is a member of his own family, and he can make judgments about superiors and superiors.
"Brother Lin, you are my daughter's friend in the poetry club. Why don't you also write a poem to open everyone's eyes?"
Lin Yi replied: "Master Su , I am afraid that my poem will not look good on Mr. Ding and Mr. Yin’s face.”
“I’m talking arrogantly!”
Ding Song was indeed a little angry, and he actually took advantage of it. Su Can's answer.
He thought Lin Yi's words meant that his poems must surpass those of himself and Yin Zheng, so he became a little angry.
"Even if you read it, I still won't believe it. How good a poem can a servant from the Wuyin Sect write?"
Lin Yi ignored Ding Song at all. Looking at Su Can.
"Master Ding thinks it's okay, you just say it's okay."
Lin Yi smiled slightly, glanced at Ding Song, then at Yin Zheng, and spoke slowly.
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