Forcing me to keep vigil for your childhood sweetheart? Then I'll leave you.

Wu Jingzi, who was upstairs, scoffed: "Literati only seek fame, but this poem is enough to be passed down through the ages."

"If it's really plagiarism, I'm afraid the original author won't change it no matter what benefits they get."

Zhang Yingying also nodded in agreement and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Now it depends on him to prove his innocence?"

……

Seeing the scholars looking at Lin Yi with questioning eyes.

Wang Lingbi said confidently, "Everyone in Liangzhou knows that Master Hong has a wide network of contacts. Who knows? He might have overheard some gentleman's poem and brought it here to fool us!"

Mr. Hong is a famous person in Liangzhou, and his home is often visited by scholars and poets, so what Wang Lingbi said is not unreasonable.

The scholars began to doubt whether Lin Yi's poems were really written by him, and they all focused their attention on him.

Lin Yi drank his tea calmly, then chanted slowly:

"The sentry drum stops people from walking, and the autumn goose cries at the border."

"Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown."

"My brothers are all scattered, and I have no home to ask about life and death."

"Letters take a long time to arrive, and the war has not yet ended."

After reciting the poem, he placed the teacup on the table and ignored Wang Lingbi, signaling the waiter to bring another bowl of porridge.

The scholars' gazes shifted between Lin Yi and Wang Lingbi. After a while, a hint of understanding flashed in the eyes of several of them.

You said you would just copy one.

These two pieces...

And each of them is a quatrain that will be remembered through the ages...

Who believes it!

Wang Lingbi blushed and was speechless.

Elegant room.

Zhang Yingying stared at Lin Yi quietly, a smile quietly appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Facts speak louder than words, and silence is sometimes more powerful than words.

This person is indeed interesting.

Wu Jingzi looked sad.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up and said to Zhang Yingying, "I want to meet him in person."

After saying that, he walked briskly downstairs.

The inn was dead silent, and Wang Lingbi's face was ashen.

Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard a respectful greeting in his ears: "Greetings, Mr. Wu!"

"Mr. Wu?" Wang Lingbi was shocked. It was the scholar from Liangzhou, Wu Jingzi, who once served as the Minister of War.

This person is a leading figure in the literati circles of Liangzhou, and even the wealthy and nobles rarely see him.

He actually appeared in this inn today!

Wang Lingbi quickly stepped forward and flattered him, "Mr. Wu, we heard you were back in Liangzhou, and we, the younger generation, have been wanting to meet you..."

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Wu Jingzi just nodded slightly to him and walked quickly to Lin Yi.

"It is rare for someone of such a young age to be able to compose a quatrain that will be passed down through the ages!" Wu Jingzi exclaimed.

Lin Yi stood up and bowed, "Mr. Wu, thank you for your compliment."

"The world is in a difficult situation right now, and it is the soldiers on the border who are suffering. 'The bones by the Wuding River are pitiful, yet they are still the lover in the springtime dreams'. I am merely expressing my feelings through poetry."

Old Wu was surprised again and couldn't help but sigh: "Another good poem! Is this your new poem? I wonder if I am lucky enough to..."

Lin Yi brought the tea and said with a smile:

"I vowed to wipe out the Xiongnu without caring about my own life, and five thousand sables and brocades were lost in the dust of the barbarians."

"Poor bones by the Wuding River, still the man in the spring girl's dream!"

A sip of tea, a quatrain.

The tea is empty and the poem is finished.

All of a sudden!

The inn was so quiet that only the excited breathing of the crowd could be heard.

Wu Jingzi looked at Lin Yi with admiration, as if he had not expected that this young man could create such a timeless quatrain in such a short time.

"Would you please do me the honor of chatting with me?" Wu Jingzi invited.

From everyone's attitude towards Wu Jingzi, Lin Yi could easily see that this old man obviously had a very high status in Liangzhou.

Although he has always had his own principles in doing things, it does not mean that he does not understand the ways of the world.

Being on good terms with Wu Jingzi was of great benefit to his development in Liangzhou.

The most important thing in doing business is to have more friends and fewer enemies.

"Thank you for your kindness, old sir. I will respectfully obey your orders." Lin Yi said with a smile.

……

In the private room.

Lin Yi nodded to Zhang Yingying, then turned his gaze to Wu Jingzi.

Wu Jingzi smiled and said, "I see you have a sharp mind. Do you specialize in frontier poems?"

Lin Yi smiled bitterly and said, "My father was born in a frontier army, and I grew up in the Liangzhou border area."

Wu Jingzi understood, and his eyes showed admiration: "It's rare to find a brother with a heart like yours."

"I intend to recommend you to come to the capital and take up a position in the Imperial Household Department. Do you have any ambitions?"

Entering Beijing?

Zhanshi Mansion?

Zhang Yingying was stunned.

She never expected that Wu Jingzi would be willing to provide such a generous opportunity to a boy she had never met.

All the wealthy nobles in Liangzhou wanted to use the old man's connections to secure a future for themselves or their descendants.

Lin Yi smiled and declined, "Thank you for your kindness, old sir, but I'm not interested in this right now."

Wu Jingzi frowned and asked, "Why?"

Zhang Yingying interrupted, "Don't be ungrateful. There are so many people who want Grandpa Wu to give them a chance!"

Lin Yi just smiled faintly, then said seriously: "Liangzhou is my hometown, and I don't want to go to Beijing."

"At the moment, I just want to stay in Liangzhou and contribute to the development of my hometown."

Zhang Yingying glanced at him and said, "You are so weak that you can't even tie a chicken. What can you do for Liangzhou?"

Lin Yi smiled confidently: "Business!"

"Business?"

Wu Jingzi frowned even deeper, and said with a hint of displeasure: "Boy, aren't you being too careless when it comes to business?"

Rejecting the opportunity to work in the Chancellery and instead engaging in menial business is simply destroying one's own future.

But Lin Yi insisted.

"Since it's your choice, I won't interfere. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me." Having said that, Wu Jingzi's tone was obviously much colder.

Seeing that Mr. Wu had no interest in continuing the conversation, Lin Yi said goodbye at the right time.

After he left, Wu Jingzi turned to Zhang Yingying and said, "I'll remember this person."

"This kind of money-hungry villain stinks of copper. Don't mention him anymore!"

Because of Wu Jingzi's displeasure, the poetry controversy in the inn today did not cause any waves in Liangzhou.

……

After leaving the restaurant, Xiaomei asked curiously, "Sir, are you really going to do business?"

Lin Yi laughed and said, "How could it be false?"

Wu Jingzi asked him to come to Beijing, and he had thought about entering politics.

But unfortunately, he had no experience in this area in his previous life, and he was not good at political struggles.

If we go to Beijing, it would be like tearing everything down and starting over.

Now that signs of chaos have emerged, he will not have much time to grow in politics.

On the contrary, the most effective and fastest way is to go back to your old profession and do business.

all.

Lin Yi was in the private room of the inn, thinking very clearly when facing Wu Jingzi.

Xiaomei asked curiously, "What kind of business is Young Master Lin going to do?"

Lin Yi pretended to be mysterious and said, "Follow me."