Seeing the maid tidy up the table for Shi Shan, and then spread the pen and paper, Yao Manman's eyes lit up, and his eyes showed some expectations.

Shi Shan was about to start grinding the inkstone, but he felt Dao leave a gaze, looked up, and Yao Manman's gaze touched. Hurriedly lowered his head to avoid Yao Manman's gaze, Shi Shan was a little stunned, and then took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.

And in a corner of the living room, Ma Quan took a sip of wine with a gloomy face, his eyes inadvertently flashed from Shi Shan, and when he saw Shi Shan starting to grind the inkstone, he smiled contemptuously in his heart, "A candidate who has failed the list dares to write on such an occasion, and he is really not afraid to laugh and be generous." ”

After grinding the inkstone, Shi Shan lifted the pen and pondered, and after a while, I saw him wave a little, and the big word appeared on the paper.

With Shi Shan's swing, looking at the sentence written by Shi Shan, Tang Bin's eyes became more and more bright, and even his hands were clenched into fists, as if at any moment, he was about to burst into a punch.

When Shi Shan wrote down the last word, Tang Bin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pressed the 'good' he wanted to shout loudly, and after his mood calmed down, he slowly opened his eyes, "Write the name of the word and your name." ”

"Okay!" Shi Shan waved again, only to see the three big characters of 'Beidingbian' leaping on the paper.

"Good poetry!"

"Well, it's really exciting!"

At this moment, bursts of cheers erupted in the center of the hall, and Shi Shan looked at the sound, it turned out that Zhang Xun had stopped writing and finished, and the onlookers burst into cheers.

"Brother Zhang, such a poem, it is better to let it be recited below, so that everyone can feel the style of Brother Zhang's poems. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a scarf excitedly asked Zhang Xun to let him recite the poems written by Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun laughed when he heard this, "Brother Chen has always been a master of reciting poetry, so let Brother Chen recite it." ”

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen looked at Zhang Xun's work for a while, then looked carefully at what Zhang Xun had done, brewed his emotions, cleared his throat, and then began to recite.

"Thousands of horsemen went out of the enemy camp, and the general defended the country in a hundred battles.

Roll the hob to kill the hero, and melt into the battlefield with blood.

The corpse is buried in another country, why not be ranked in the golden building.

In the next life, the red tassel spear will be cast again, and all the thieves will swallow the northern frontier. ”

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen recited Zhang Xun's poems passionately, which attracted bursts of applause, and as the word 'Northern Xinjiang' fell, warm applause suddenly rang out.

"In front of Brother Zhang's poems, what kind of face do I have to show for the poems I wrote. I saw a white-clothed showman tearing up the poem in his hand with a gloomy face while admiring.

"Brother Zhang's poem is full of pride, and I am far from it. ”

"As soon as Brother Zhang's poem comes out, others can rest. ”

Listening to the compliments around him, Zhang Xun only felt that his face was greatly raised, his eyes quietly glanced at Yao Manman, and when he thought that his poem would be sung from Yao Manman's mouth later, his body couldn't help but tremble a few times, he felt that this was the most glorious moment of his life.

Zuo Shuang looked at the poem written by Zhang Xun, and was very satisfied, it seems that the people of Shangyang Town still have blood in their chests.

"Zhang Xun's poem has been read, who else has finished writing, let's read it again, read it all out so that Miss Yao can choose the best. Zuo Shuang said.

As soon as Zuo Shuangyi finished speaking, he saw that most of the guests in the venue lowered their heads, at this time, they didn't want to be ugly, so they didn't want to let their poems laugh and be generous in front of Zhang Xun's writings.

Seeing that everyone didn't react, Zuo Shuang was slightly disappointed, "No one recites the poems, in this case, Zhang Xun's poems can be performed by Miss Yao~"

Before Zuo Shuang could finish speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Lord Zhenzun, slow down!"

At this moment, Ma Quan interrupted Zuo Shuang's words with a loud voice. The words were interrupted, Zuo Shuang was not annoyed, and turned to look at Ma Quan: "What advice does Brother Ma have?"

"My lord, just now I saw that a jailer in my prison also picked up a pen to write, and my jailer is a student of Mr. Tang Bin Tang. On occasions like these, I should let my people show their faces. Ma Quan said with a smile on his face, but he sneered again and again in his heart, just waiting to see Shishan's jokes.

Zuo Shuang's eyes were slightly confused when he heard this, Tang Bin brought Shi Shan here, he noticed it, and at this time Ma Quan suddenly proposed to let Shi Shan show his face, and he couldn't help but let him think about it. You must know that Shi Shan became a jailer, but it was Ma Quan's nephew's future that was cut off. Didn't this Ma Quan care at all, and still carry Shishan on such an occasion?

"Anyone's poems can be recited, but whether they are recited or not has to follow Ishiyama's own opinion. Zuo Shuang said indifferently.

"This kind of opportunity to perform in front of you, my lord, is hard to find, if Shi Shan doesn't dare to recite, let me recite, haha!" Ma Quan walked up to Shi Shan with a laugh and stretched out his hand to signal Shi Shan to hand over what he had done.

Shi Shan looked at Tang Bin and saw that Tang Bin nodded, so he handed the paper with the sentence in his hand to Ma Quan.

Ma Quan snorted coldly and took the paper from Shi Shan's hand, and then glanced at the few verses written on the paper with disdain.

After a period of time, everyone saw that Ma Quan did not recite what Shi Shan had done, and they couldn't help but make a noise.

"Ma Quan, why don't you recite what Shi Shan did?"

"What kind of expression is Ma Quan, why is he so gloomy, what poems did Shi Shan write?"

"Could it be that the poems written by Shi Shan are so bad that Ma Quan feels that his face will be disgraced when he recites them?"

The guests in the room said a word, the atmosphere was a little noisy, and Zuo Shuang also frowned, not understanding why Ma Quan stood in place.

At this time, Yao Manman looked at Shi Shan with some curiosity, and also wanted to know what kind of poems Shi Shan had written.

"Master Ma, if it is not convenient for you to recite what Shi Shan has done, then I will recite it. At this moment, Tang Bin said to Ma Quan with a warm face.

Ma Quan felt that his cheeks twitched, and he saw that he handed Tang Bin the paper with the poems written by Shi Shan with an expressionless face, and then turned back to his seat and drank a big gulp.

After Tang Bin took Shi Shan's poems, his expression was correct, he took a deep breath, and then recited Shi Shan's work sonorously and powerfully.

"In the north of Dingbian, Xiao Xiao's autumn wind falls into the world. The remnant sun turned over, and an arrow shot at Yanmen Pass. ”

Tang Bin recited this sentence, and his body took a few steps forward, exuding the aura of a battlefield sergeant.

"On the north side, the man looks at the rivers and mountains with his sword. There is beacon smoke, and the iron horse breaks through the abyss. ”

Reciting this sentence, Tang Bin turned around and took steps in the other direction.

"Beidingbian, the white bones are laid in armor. Out of the wall, the desert strikes the enemy first. ”

"Whew~"

Listening to Tang Bin recite this sentence, all the guests in the audience took a big breath, only to feel that the blood was surging all over their bodies, and they couldn't wait to gallop across the field and hit the enemy in the desert!

"On the north side, the lonely city is broken and the water is turbulent. The king moves, and the endless stars shine in the blue sky. ”

When Tang Bin read out the last sentence, there was silence in the room, and only the sound of Ma Quan chewing meat pieces on his seat could be heard.

"What's the name of this work?" asked Zuo Shuang with a cold face.

This question echoed throughout the living room, cold and heartwarming.

"Beidingbian!"

This answer seems to run through the roof and go straight to the sky.