"That's it?"

This is the voice of everyone in the hall at this moment, so quickly to compose a poem? Even Xue Nianci was a little stunned, not to mention other people who didn't know about the winter fall.

If you want to compose a poem in such a quick time, even if it is the Seven Words Holy Hand Du Sanxing, if you don't have a manuscript, it is impossible.

Why did he fall in winter?

Is he the king of Han?

It's absolutely impossible.

Everyone in the hall knew that it was impossible for Dongluo to know the title of the poem in advance, even if Du Sansheng leaked the topic, it could only be leaked to Fan Siyuan, and it could never be Dongluo.

Fan Zeng paused as he raised his glass, and said in a deep voice: "If the prince is afraid of losing, and he feels sorry for the little spirit stone in his pocket, then when the prince loses, the lower official will only take 90,000, and he will never embarrass the prince." But the prince behaves like this, if the poem is not successful, it will not only be your face, but the face of my Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

The eyes of the other people in the hall lit up, yes! A person who didn't even know what poetry sang or what it was, most of them were afraid of losing, and when they heard that the fast and good ones would win, and the slow and inferior ones would lose, so they preemptively said that the poem had been completed, but in fact it was not. To put it bluntly, doing this is just reluctant to give up the million spirit stones!

Han Wang is the one who can't afford to lose?

Definitely.

The more everyone thought about it, the more they felt that this should be the case, and the eyes that looked at Dongluo were also a little meaningful.

It stands to reason that they are all people in high positions and with great power, and they shouldn't be so superficial, but they really become poems in an instant, and this matter is too unbelievable, which makes them a little confused.

Fan Siyuan's expression was a little cold, in private he did communicate with Du Sanxing, and he also knew the title of tonight's poem in advance, and he already had a draft of the poem in his belly, originally wanted to wait for a while, first pretend to think for a while and then say that the poem has been completed, and then a poem will surprise Chang'an. If it is done properly, it will be a good deal for fame and fortune, but he never thought that the poem would be completed so quickly this winter, disrupting his plan and catching him off guard.

Fan Siyuan said coldly: "Lord Wang, these people with heads and faces in Chang'an are all watching! If the poem can't be written, it won't be a few spirit stones that will be lost." ”

Whoever comes will not think that Winter Fall has composed a poem in such a moment, because it is completely impossible.

Dongluo really wants to say, who are these father and son?

Dongluo said in a low voice: "This king said, the poem, this king has already made it, are you blind in your ears?"

Du Sanxing sighed lightly in his heart, since he conspired with Fan Siyuan, he naturally didn't want to see his proud protégé defeated, but at such a place at the moment, he couldn't secretly make any small moves.

Fortunately, there is not only a difference between fast and slow singing, but also a difference between good and bad, and the difference between good and bad is far greater than the difference between fast and slow.

Since this fast and slow can no longer be the master of himself, he has to make some fuss about the word good and bad.

Don't look at this hall full of Huang Zi Gongqing and the immortal family on the mountain, the identity realm is terrifyingly high, but if you want to say that you write poems and poems, there is really no one sitting there who can compare to yourself.

Isn't it up to you to be good or bad in the end?

Du Sansheng smiled slightly, "Since the prince's poem has been completed, then ask the prince to read it! ”

He has already made up his mind, and when Dongluo finishes reading, for the sake of his students, he will fight to clear his name for half of his life, and he will also find out the flaws in the words and sentences in Dongluo's poems and criticize them. Let Fan Siyuan read out his poem again and praise it again.

At that time, this Chang'an celebrity will make a bet for himself, coupled with the rendering of his own seven-word holy hand, he must be able to distinguish the good from the bad.

Dongluo stood in the hall, looking at the clusters of green bamboos swaying in the wind outside the hall, and slowly recited: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

The sound of Dongluo is not hurried or slow, sonorous and powerful, listening to the ears of the celebrities of Chang'an City, it is no less than a feast.

As soon as this poem came out, there was a loud sound, the audience was silent, and the whole banquet was shocked. Even Du Sanxing's eyes widened, as if he had heard something terrible.

Wang Xifeng's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and Xue Nianci was relieved.

Fan Zeng had forgotten to drink, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Fan Siyuan sat on the ground, lost his soul.

Between a room, all living beings are diverse.

Dongluo carried his hands on his back, and after reading, he was still facing the bamboo and stone, motionless, as if he was contemplating, as if he was reminiscing, as if he was sighing, and as if he was missing.

Dongluo said secretly in his heart: "Old man Zheng, they are too pretending, I really can't stand it, so borrow your poems to teach them, don't blame them, don't blame them, next time you burn paper money, I will also burn some for you by the way, of course, the premise is that you can receive it." ”

Dongluo slowly came back to his senses, and pretended to be deep and said, "Mr. Du, what do you think of this little poem written by this king." It can be in your eyes. ”

Du Sansheng was speechless, he knew that Fan Siyuan was defeated, and he was defeated, and the poem Dongluo came out, not to mention Fan Siyuan, even he Du Sansheng couldn't afford to fight at all.

This poem alone suppressed all the poems he wrote in his life. Although he has the name of the Seven Words Holy Hand in Chen State, he really has no famous sentences that can be mastered, so he is not qualified to comment on this poem.

Du Sanxing smiled bitterly and said: "Han Wang Dacai, this poem should be sung through the ages." ”

Dongluo leaned closer and said softly: "Mr. Du, this king respects you as a literati, and I give you a word today, 'All literature and art cannot be used for conspiracy, once contaminated, there is no backbone, no spirit, and the same is true for people'." I also hope that Mr. Du will reflect on himself three times a day, be cautious in his words and deeds, and reciprocate himself. ”

Du Sanxing's smile was even more bitter, if Dongluo dared to talk to him like this before this poem came out, he would feel that Dongluo was a mallet.

But after this poem came out, he only felt that he was a mallet.

His own seven-word holy hand, compared to it, has no name!

There is not a word in this poem written bamboo, but there is not a word without a sentence that is not writing the wind and bones of bamboo, and the spirit of bamboo.

Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere brought by this poem, looking at the green bamboo in the courtyard that was still standing proudly under the strong wind, whether it was an officialdom eunuch, a veteran of the merchant sea, or a fairy on the mountain, they all gave birth to a sense of tenacity and fearlessness, calm and confident.

No one doubts that this poem is ghostwritten, and the people who can write such a virtuous poem are all members of a generation, people with noble bones, such characters, the immortals on the mountain must also lower their eyebrows when they see it, how can they write for others.

Du Sansheng sighed, to be able to see the birth of such a famous sentence through the ages, it is really a great fortune for the poet and a great misfortune for the Fan family!

After a long time, the contemplative crowd finally came back to their senses.

Someone sighed: "Biting, green mountains, breaking rocks, strength, wind, let it wind from east to west, north and south, I will not move." Good poetry, good poetry. ”

Someone ridiculed: "Poetry is a good poem, but if you don't copy it, you can't copy it! If you want to recite it casually in such a short time, it is a famous sentence for the ages, I don't believe it, and whoever of you likes to believe it will believe it." ”

"Copy, you copy a poem and I'll see it, the article is written for the time, and the poem is written for the thing. Here and now, in this situation, I would like to believe that this poem is inspired by the prince. ”

"The prince is like the green bamboo, Chen Guo is like the green mountain, and the prince is like this poem

is to express that even if he has been rooted in the 'broken rock' of the border town of Weicheng since he was a child, he will definitely 'insist' that Chen Guo, the green mountain, will never relax, and that the 'thousands of blows' to him will only make him stronger, so he doesn't care what kind of "east, west, north and south winds" you are blowing. ”

After his interpretation, there were originally some doubts about whether this poem was copied, and their doubts suddenly disappeared. Here and now, this situation, this scene, there should be this verse, it is appropriate.

The eyes of everyone looking at Dongluo completely changed.

Dongluo, who was walking back, stumbled slightly, and was quickly covered up by him with a posture of invigorating alcohol. It turns out that this poem can be interpreted in this way, and it seems that it is necessary to burn some paper for Mr. Zheng. He really wanted to say something, I really just wanted to praise the bamboo for growing straight.

Dongluo raised his glass, gestured to the person who spoke before, and drank it all.

The man in the green shirt raised his glass and drank it all in one fell swoop.

It is not the favor of the Han King, but the favor of a generation of everyone.

With this poem, the king of Han can get everyone's name.

Dongluo walked up to Fan Siyuan and said condescendingly: "Master Fan, don't panic, this poem is not sung by speed to determine victory or defeat, but to be good or bad." Lord Fan still has a chance to win, and this king also has time, if the poems made by Lord Fan in a hurry are not satisfactory, the loss will not be a few spirit stones, and it will not only be your face that will be lost. ”

Dongluo glanced at Fan Zeng, who had a gloomy face, with ulterior motives.

Fan Siyuan's face was depressed, even if he already had a poem manuscript, compared with the poem of Winter Fall at this time, it was only the light of fire, and it couldn't even shine.

Fan Siyuan said softly: "The prince is only eight buckets high, and the lower official admits defeat." ”

He can only comfort himself in his heart, and he is not ashamed to lose under this famous sentence that will be sung through the ages.

Dongluo walked back to his seat and picked up a pot of wine, and said loudly to everyone: "This king has a feeling, and he has a good poem, which is gratifying and congratulatory, and he should be a big white." ”

Dongluo drank all the wine in the pot, picked up another pot of wine and said: "Life should be like this, and then it will be white." ”

Dongluo drank the second pot of wine, and then picked up the third wine, "This third pot is a penalty wine, this king originally wanted to take a million medium-grade spirit stones to cheer up everyone, but this Lord Fan 'let each other with his heart', so that this king won the poem and won everyone." Therefore, this third wine deserves to be punished by the king. ”

Fan Siyuan smiled bitterly in his heart, what is the intention to give in, I can't win if I want to.

The young man in green shirt who interpreted the poem before raised his wine glass and laughed heartily: "I am willing to drink this punishment wine with the prince." ”

With him taking the lead, some rangers who were not controlled by the temple also raised their wine glasses and said happily: "I am willing to drink this punishment wine with the prince." ”

More and more people were either influenced by poetry or the heroism of drinking two pots of wine before the winter fall, and they raised their glasses and drank the penalty wine together.

Maybe this Han King is really as the people in the market said before, with both ability and political integrity.

Dongluo winked at Xue Nianci, and Xue Nianci, who understood in his heart, immediately asked Wang Xifeng to pay the spirit stones of the person who had bet on him before.

Fan Zeng said that if he lost, he only needed 90,000 yuan, but if he won, he would not only need Fan Zeng 90,000.

Poverty will not make him generous, it will only make him more shameless.

Dongluo then said to Fan Siyuan: "This poem, it should be enough for Master Fan to learn for a while, if you sing poems and have no interest, it just so happens that this king is also a little accomplished in Go, if Lord Fan is studious, this king is in a good mood today, and you can also advise and advise." ”

Fan Siyuan, who had returned to his seat, heard the words of Dongluo, and his eyes, which were originally a little depressed, brightened again.