"Brother Zhuang, now for the sake of our Northern Capital Mansion's face, can you ......" Fang Luo hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhuang Yichen hesitantly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but feel amused, pointed at him and said, "You Wenxiu can't do anything, what can I do as a martial boy!"

"Brother Zhuang, don't hide it, I accidentally heard you chant in your dreams with those two sentences just now!" Fang Luo's face turned a little red, after all, it was the eavesdropper's **.

"How is this possible? We thought you were saying that on purpose!"

Su Li looked at Zhuang Yichen, and a hint of color flashed in his eyes. After a while, he looked at him sincerely and said, "Brother Zhuang, if you have a way, I implore you to make a move!"

"Uh...... I'm a martial artist," Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but scratch his head, this matter was troublesome, but seeing Fang Luosu's eyes leaving them, he suddenly thought that their age was still young on the earth.

And if Su Li is pressed by Zhu Zidan again this time, it will be a big trouble, and it will definitely affect his mood and make the Wen Palace turbulent.

"Okay, I have a poem here, Brother Su, you will go out and think you did it!" Zhuang Yichen thought for a moment and replied.

"That's not good, how can I keep your poems for myself!" Su Li hurriedly said.

"I can't form a Wen Palace, and it's useless to keep it!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly and said open-mindedly.

Su Li struggled for a while, and finally figured it out, glanced at Zhuang Yichen deeply and said, "I owe you too much!"

Zhuang Yichen smiled, and then read it out directly in a whisper: "A remnant sun spreads in the water, half the river is sorrowful and half the river is red." Pity the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow. ”

"Wonderful!" a few Xiucai clapped their legs and applauded, and Zhang Tieniu and other martial arts boys were also dumbfounded.

Master Zhuang is too demonic, right, martial arts are powerful, why is he even writing poems so against the sky? If he can cultivate the Tao of literature, it is a demon.

Su Li was even more stunned, originally half-convinced of Fang Luosuo's words, but now that Zhuang Yichen read the song of the twilight river, he almost thought that he was in a dream.

"Brother Zhuang, are you really unable to cultivate the Dao?" Luo Wuxi looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes! Since ancient times, civil and military forces cannot be both, you should know this!" Zhuang Yichen smiled very freely.

"It's a pity!" A few Xiucai looked at Zhuang Yichen as if the white jade was flawed, and the pearl was covered with dust.

"If he can practice the Tao of Literature, with his talent, he will definitely be a rising star!" they couldn't help but think like this, and they decided to regret it even more.

"Fellow Daoists in the Northern Capital, why hasn't anyone been on it for so long? Don't you have poems that you can handle?" At this time, Zhu Zi'an's still somewhat immature voice came from outside, triumphant.

"Hmph, the villain has the will, the gentleman doesn't do it!" Fang Luo snorted lightly.

"If you can't show your talents, you can raise people to come up!" another showman from Linjiang Mansion laughed.

As soon as these words came out, many people in the Northern Capital Prefecture were swollen, but they were still hesitant to make a move.

After all, it is too difficult for the third-level Aozhou poems to be made on the spot. Not to mention lifting people, even Jinshi should not be taken lightly.

But after all, some people couldn't help it, and one of them shouted: "Let me try!"

Enthusiastic cheers immediately rang out in the Piaoxiang Building, cheering him on. Even if he has some festivals with him on weekdays, he hopes that this person can win at this time.

After all, the face of the literati in the Northern Capital is much more important than personal grievances. If no one can suppress Zhu Zidan's limelight today, tomorrow he will achieve his reputation as a literary and suppressive house.

As soon as you make a move, it is really much stronger! Especially at this time, under the agitation of the mood, you can sway freely, and your talent has reached two feet four after writing three sentences.

"It's three sentences again, it seems that this poem is undoubtedly proud!" Many people showed happy smiles on their faces.

Juren's face suddenly showed a trace of unwillingness, and when he came up, he felt that his talent and inspiration were churning, and he dared to come out only when he was sure that he could make Aozhou poems.

But at this point, it's a little unsustainable. Countless words rolled in his head, but none of them satisfied him.

The finishing touch is not out, Aozhou is just a luxury. Sighing softly in my heart, I wrote the last sentence. The talent has risen to two feet ninety-five, which is infinitely close to the poetry of Aozhou, but it is not after all.

"Damn, it's just a little bit!" Fang Luo said regretfully, and inside the Piaoxiang Building, the talents widened their eyes even more.

"Hahaha, but that's it, even if you raise someone's hand, it's just that!" Zhu Zi'an laughed, looking extremely rampant.

"There is still half an hour!" Cheng Dieyi's voice came, and the scribes of the Northern Capital Mansion were so ugly that they could squeeze out Xiang.

"Brother Su, you should go!" Zhuang Yichen said calmly at this time.

"I will live up to Brother Su's high hopes!" Su Li got up and went out, and when he came to the desk again, he immediately caused a lot of exclamations.

"Isn't Su Li defeated? Could it be that he has made another good poem in such a short period of time? This is not a meal, a bite, if anyone can create a good poem at once, it is not against the sky?"

"It's unlikely, isn't it? Could it be that he has the talent of Confucianism?"