Creek side.

The calligraphy masters on the other side of the river all put away their contempt, this Professor Ye's wild grass is too astonishing.

You have to take it seriously!

Seriously, many of them are not very good at wild grass, and even if they are good at it, it is much inferior to Ye Feng. However, no one of them is afraid, but they are more combative!

You are a wild grass, we can't compare, but calligraphy class is more than just a wild grass!

And at this moment, Lan Xiu stood up and said in a loud voice: "Although the wild grass is extremely artistic, it is too difficult to identify, and everyone should try to avoid it in the next competition." After all, we still need to copy the ancient books for the old man in the end, and it is obviously inappropriate to use wild grass. ”

As soon as he said this, the children of the Su family were suddenly unhappy and muttered one after another.

"What do you mean?"

"It's clear that I'm deliberately embarrassing my brother-in-law!"

"Seeing that my brother-in-law writes wildly well, I won't let you use wildly grass?"

"Uncle's partiality is too obvious, isn't it?"

Everyone muttered, but none of them said it out loud, and only this small piece of their own people could hear it. After all, on this occasion, if their group of juniors dared to talk back to Lan Xiu, then Su Ran would be able to peel off their skin.

The calligraphy masters on the other side were also a little stunned, but they didn't expect Lan Xiu to directly ban the wild grass. However, what Lan Xiu said was right, if you were transcribing ancient books, it was really inappropriate to use wild grass. After all, there's no professionalism in this thing, and you don't even know a word, let alone read it.

A few calligraphers shook their heads with some pity.

But Ye didn't care at all, and was tasting the glass of wine he had just won.

Take a sip of "Ziyu", don't say it, this wine really tastes. This is not the second pot head of the imperial capital, but it should be a kind of rice wine, the smell of alcohol is very small, but there is a faint sweet taste.

Ye raised his head and drank it all.

Well, not bad.

I'll have to taste it for a while.

……

That was the end of the first game.

Another boat with a wine glass and a small flag floated down.

The masters on the other side of the river were attentive one by one, just now they had comprehended Ye Feng's power, this guy didn't talk about his calligraphy achievements, let's just say that his poetry level was not comparable to their group of people tied together. You must know that the calligraphy competition has a limited framework, you can't go off topic, and their group can only look for the right one in the past accumulation. But Ye Feng is different, this is the most famous poet of our time, and people can write poems comparable to classics without using their brains!

In this regard, Ye Feng has already occupied an innate advantage.

Although Ye Feng can't use wild grass now, everyone doesn't dare to be careless.

Many people, including those who were close, craned their necks to look at the little red flag on the boat.

"Ran"

Another word, last time it was "Buddha", this time it is "Lan".

However, this time the word "Lan" has a deeper meaning than the previous word "Buddha".

Don't forget, today is at the "Lan" house!

This must have to be written in praise of the poem!

"This question is ingenious!"

"Haha, such a question is indeed in line with today's festive day. ”

"It is estimated that Uncle Lan came up with it, it is really filial. ”

"That's right, this kind of small detail can best reflect the sincerity or insincerity. ”

After seeing this question, many guests were full of praise and gave Lan Xiu a thumbs up.

The old man also smiled, his face full of joy, obviously very useful. Lan Xiu, who was standing next to him, smiled lightly, although he wanted to use this to seek some benefits for the children of the Lan family, but the core was to make the old man happy. He may not be a qualified older brother, but he is really a qualified son.

At this time, Sister Leng beside Ye Feng didn't say a word, and stood up directly. Ye Feng saw that Leng Mei was on the field, and he was also happy.

The masters on the other side reacted a little slower, and a master who was good at walking grass stood up directly, "Leave this game to me." ”

I don't know what this master is in a hurry for, anyway, he hastily began to write with a pen and ink, and the pen is what he is best at!

I just said that you can't use wild grass, although the line grass is also cursive, but the difference with wild grass is quite significant. At least, ordinary people can see the grass clearly.

"This is Mr. Mu, right?"

"Mu Lao seems to be a little anxious. ”

"Nonsense, can you not be in a hurry? There are only a few poems to write orchids, and there are even fewer fine poems, and there is only one that can meet the occasion! The calligraphy competition cannot use the same work, and if Mu Lao writes late and is preempted by the opposite one, then they will not write it. They're not the young people who can create on the spot. ”

After this person finished speaking, Mu Lao over there had already stopped writing.

"I'm sorry, little girl, the old man finished writing before you. Mu Lao smiled and stroked his white beard, although he couldn't see what Leng Mei wrote, but he could guess that it must be the same as his own!

At this time, there were already waiters who held up Mu Lao's works and showed them to everyone.

Although it is a row of grass, everyone can still recognize it.

"Orchid is the king's fragrance, fragrant in the breeze. It has never been a rock cave, and it does not compete for prosperity and beauty. ”

This is a quatrain, the number of words is not much, but the nobility of orchids is vividly written. This is also the only ancient poem that the man just said, which is suitable for the occasion.

In addition to this one, other Yonglan works, although they are also excellent, but in today's occasion, they are a little inappropriate.

Sure enough, Leng Mei threw the pen directly, and she didn't have any expression.

"Done?"

Ye Feng was holding a piece of wife cake and eating it, and when he saw that Leng Mei had also stopped writing, he thought she had finished writing. But when you stretch your neck, you see, huh? Why did you write half of it?

I have to say that Leng Mei's font is still very consistent with her character, and it gives people a cold feeling when she faces it.

But after two glances, Ye Feng found that there was a problem, the poem written by Leng Mei was exactly the same as the person opposite!

Although I didn't pay much attention to it just now, after thinking about it for a while, Ye understood what was going on.

Although Leng Mei wrote it first, she wrote it in line letters, and the old man on the opposite side probably used a line of grass, so she finished writing it before Leng Mei.

But it doesn't matter, it's a big deal to write a different song.

Ye Feng didn't care and continued to eat his wife's cake.

"Brother-in-law, come on. ”

The cold voice made Ye Feng wonder a little, "What's wrong?" Why did you let me come, can't you just change the song? Although this time is not much, it is still enough.

"I'll do this one. After Leng Mei finished speaking, she stood aside by herself.

"Well, okay. ”

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think much about it, and stood up with his wife's cake.

Walking to the table, I picked up my pen and was about to start writing. But at this time, Lan Hailang asked, "Can you still make a temporary substitution?"

Lan Xiu glanced at him and cooperated, "No." ”

At this moment, the juniors of the Su family were speechless one by one.

"I'm also convinced, is it necessary to target it like this?"

"Really, uncle, this is too much!"

"It's good that Aunt Lan agrees to the competition, this is our family's business!"

"Alas, don't say it. ”

The juniors of the Su family were indignant, but they were helpless.

Ye Feng over there also heard it, and raised his eyebrows, can't he be replaced?

Come on, if you can't change it, you can't change it, and I just don't bother to write it.

Ye threw away the pen and went back to sit leisurely.

"If Professor Ye is on, this game may be won, but now that Professor Ye can't play, there is no hope for this game. Dean Hu shook his head and said.

Feng Lao also said: "Indeed, just such a suitable poem has been preempted by Lao Mu, the girl of the Su family ......"

Although the words are not finished, the meaning is already obvious.

Many guests also saw that this game should have been won by the calligraphy masters. I didn't see that Ye Feng couldn't play, so didn't the little girl of the Su family mention the pen?

Neither of them writes, but this is still a hair!

Someone said it just now, and everyone knows what is going on.

There is no poetry to write!

Come on, this is estimated to be a one-to-one draw!

Ye by the stream finished eating the wife cake in his hand with a smile, took another sip of wine, squinted his eyes beautifully, and stretched his waist.

Ye is in a good mood, but those masters on the other side seem to be in a better mood, after all, they have to win back a game.

Since everyone is so happy, then I'm going to improvise a poem!

Ye Feng sat on the water's edge, raised his wine glass and saluted the old man, and said loudly: "Today, the old man is 80 years old, and he is not talented, I would like to write a poem." ”

"Huh?"

"What?"

Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't figure out what Ye Feng was going to do. You're going to lose the competition, and you're still in the mood to write poetry?

Alas, wait a minute!

Writing poetry?

No way!

Many people looked at each other and saw each other's stunned.

They seemed to understand what Ye Feng was going to do.

At this time, Ye raised his glass and said: "The orchid buds under the mountain are short and soaked in the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is crying in the twilight." ”

"Who is the way that there is no less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still able to go west! Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair. ”

Ye Feng's voice was not loud, it was very quiet. Maybe after drinking a little bar, Ye Feng's voice became more subdued, and it sounded very flavorful.

"Does the old man like this poem?" Ye Feng asked aloud while holding his wine glass.

"I like it, I like it very much, it's a good person, who is no less than a human being?

At this time, Leng Mei next to her silently picked up the pen again and continued to write.

The first sentence at the beginning of Ye Feng's poem is "Orchid buds under the mountain are short dipping streams", and orchid sprouts are also related to orchids!

The smart Leng Mei instantly understood Ye Feng's thoughts.

And everyone saw that Su Leng really started to write again, and they all pulled the corners of their mouths, not knowing what to say!

How can the hell do that......

If you don't let you change people, you two will divide and work together?

One writes poetry, the other writes!

Burst......

Lan Xiu almost didn't fall, he really didn't expect Ye Feng to use this trick.

When Leng Mei finished writing, the boat also happened to float away, and the time was exactly right.

The waiter hurriedly lifted the work high.

Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that this was a line.

The handwriting is very cold, very beautiful, but compared with Mu Lao's grass, the gap is clear at a glance.

Although the calligraphy is definitely not comparable, everyone knows that Ye Feng and they won this game again.

And it's a must win!

Even if Su Leng's handwriting is not as good as Mu Lao's, Kelan Xiu will definitely let Su Leng win!

Just because of this poem written by Ye Feng!

Just these three sentences!

Who knows that there is no less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still able to go west! Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair.

With these three sentences, Lan Xiu didn't dare to let Su Leng lose.

If this is a simple calligraphy competition, Su Leng will definitely not be able to win, but don't forget what day it is!

Today is the old man's 80th birthday, and Ye Feng's three poems are simply his time!

Cultural people pat their ass, and no one can stop Jinnyima!