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Yan Liben had long expected such a result, as long as Yang Jiong and a few others did not object to the matter, he already had an answer, he asked like this, just to let everyone have one more choice in their hearts, and if he asked, it showed that he was broad-minded and contained a lot, so why not?

Among the many scholars, there are only a few people who can oppose his decision, but they have already shaked their heads, and they are happy to have no objection to this result, after all, it is only a leader, what if you make Wang Erection, this time I am not as good as you, but what about next time? And next time? I don't believe you're going to be so good all the time.

Scholars have their arrogance, do not completely defeat them in the aspect they are good at, no one wants them to bow their heads, proud people often have a certain strength, or have a kind of confidence in their own strength, and the person who can suppress them must convince him, otherwise, they will not lower their proud dragon-like head.

"Since you have no objections, then the leader of this poetry meeting is Wang Bo."

Yan Liben pointed at Wang Bo and smiled, his voice was somewhat appreciative, Wang Bo nodded flatly, completely showing what is called the arrogance and arrogance of scholars, people must not be arrogant, but they must not be arrogant, although I don't know which one said this sentence, Li Zhou has a deep memory in his heart, he finally saw what is called the embodiment of arrogance and arrogance, **naked embodiment in front of his eyes.

"Good luck boy, this young master doesn't make a move, and as soon as this young master makes a move, you are just a local chicken and a dog." Li Zhou chattered a few times in a depressed voice, but it could also reach the ears of the few women around him, and the women let out their strange smiles and stared at Li Zhou, that look seemed to be saying Husband, do you really have that literary talent? Revealing extreme disbelief, Li Zhou was furious, how could he dare to look down on your husband.

Today I will let you see what is called beautiful poetry, what is called poetry, Li Zhou doesn't believe it, you guys with long hair and short knowledge, dare to let the young master I have no face, hum, I'll let you see.

So, Li Zhouda generously opened his rice paper, the ink had dried a lot, and the clear handwriting was fiddling on it, every font was like this...... So...... It's unsightly, that's right, it's unsightly, these handwriting are really Li Zhou's handwriting.

Ke'er won't admit it, she has seen Li Zhou's handwriting at a glance, and if she wants to forget, it seems that there is no possibility? Because there is no one in Chang'an whose handwriting can be compared with Li Zhou, just get a student from the school, and the words written are much better than Li Zhou's, crooked, like chicken intestines, the handwriting looks dizzy, and I can't continue to look down after reading a few words.

After Li Zhou opened it, he seemed to feel that he had to be calm, and he couldn't show them casually, but I couldn't pretend to be forced, it was not good to pretend to be too much, so he immediately closed the rice paper, and let Zhao Wanshuang and the others, who were still watching, stare at Li Zhou, puzzled, why did he close it when they read the first sentence?

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain."

A majestic word, the east wind blew, blowing countless trees in the night, the branches swayed, constantly flickering, making a swishing sound, the fallen leaves fell, shining on the bright moon in the sky, the bright moonlight, the bright light shone on the ground, the street, the eaves, the treetops, through the treetops, the leaves, falling on the ground, like countless stars twinkling on the ground, it was beautiful.

What is the latter sentence?

Everyone has the same doubt in their hearts, they are very curious about what the following verses are, although they can't write such poems, but their eyes are not blind, how to judge, there is still a bottom in their hearts, the first sentence can see that this poem is not simple, plus it is written by the husband himself, what they saw with their own eyes, the curiosity in their hearts is even more.

"Husband, what's the next sentence?" Zhao Wanshuang held Li Zhou's arm, swaying non-stop, coquettish to know the following verses, Cao Wanrong under Zhao Wanshuang's instructions, also followed to make shy movements, pulled Li Zhou's arm, and affectionately coquettish: "Husband, just let us see, just a glance." ”

"Yes, young master, just one glance, I will definitely not see more." Ke'er plugged in, her eyes were shining with starlight, even if Li Zhou's poem was not very good later, she would feel proud, because it was a poem written by the young master himself, and that was enough.

"That...... Hehe. ”

Li Zhou said hehe, he had already expressed his attitude, how could Zhao Wanshuang and others let Li Zhou get his wish, hurriedly increased his strength, shook Li Zhou's arm, once, twice, three times, Li Zhou couldn't help it, three sides hit him, two men, a woman, such a scene, how horrified it was in the eyes of other scholars, his eyes couldn't help but observe Li Zhou, and kept muttering in his heart, "This brother is so blessed, both men and women eat it." ”

With more and more strange eyes, Li Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, took the hands of a few people and hurriedly left here, the rice paper in his hand flew up and fell into Yang Jiong's hand, Yang Jiong beckoned and shouted Li Zhou, Li Zhou and others were nowhere to be seen, helplessly he took the rice paper, stood there, and didn't know what to do all of a sudden, the salary cut was not as much as Yang Jiong's scruples, so he directly grabbed the rice paper and opened it quickly.

The font on the rice paper is in the eyes, crooked, unsightly, the first feeling is that it is uglier than my words, although Li Zhou has worked hard to practice words, but it is not a matter of one or two days, it takes time to accumulate, freezing three feet is not a day of cold, and the same is true for practicing words.

"What an ugly word."

The first is exclamation!

The second is still a sigh!!

The third is still an exclamation!!

After sighing, both of them began to pay attention to the verses, and Yan Jiong finally saw the first sentence: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain." ”

The opening chapter is magnificent, describing a beautiful scene, Yang Jiong glanced around, no different, it was to describe the scene at this moment, and then he looked down: "

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

The BMW carved car is full of incense, the sound of Feng Xiao moves, the pot light turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight. ”

Read the whole poem in one breath, it seems that this is not a poem, but a word, whether it is the beginning, or the middle, or the back, all exude a confusing feeling, read the first time, the heart is shocked, the second time, is the feeling, the third time, is an incomparable surprise, this word, unexpectedly...... Was it made by Li Zhou?

Yang Jiong's eyes were full of shock and doubt, except for these, there was no other feeling in his mind, dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and muttered again, his heart was also shocked, he couldn't believe it Looking at the poem in his hand, especially the last sentence, he kept scanning the surroundings, except for the man or the man, who was the person he was looking for? Who is Li Zhou looking for?

Looking carefully again, I remembered the place where I was gone, and my eyes swept to the place where the lights were shining, and I saw a figure floating from above, extremely fast, flying in white, fluttering clothes, beautiful body, slender figure, all revealing a flying fairy outside the sky, the appearance of a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, and then thought of that sentence in my mind, nodded in shock, and became believing in disbelief.

The salary cut pushed Yang Jiong, signaled Yang Jiong to look, and just saw the fluttering figure in white clothes, flashed, his eyes were suddenly filled with the body, pinched the rice paper in his hand, and his excitement could not be calmed down.

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

The BMW carved car is full of incense, the sound of Feng Xiao moves, the pot light turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

"Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous, I didn't even know that there were such poems, and I was still proud of my little literary talent, haha, ridiculous, ridiculous."

Yang Jiong looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, how could my generation be the momentum of the Penghao people, he muttered the word frantically in his mouth, slammed the door, lowered his salary and threw down the rice paper directly, and ran out: "Brother Yang, Brother Yang, wait for me, don't run so fast." ”

The body followed out, leaving a piece of rice paper, a poem that makes people have endless memories, Wang Bo didn't believe that there was such a poem, stepped forward to open the rice paper, stared for a long time, closed the rice paper silently, and walked out of the garden silently, after him, Song Zhiwen and others came up to watch one by one, except for the words are a little ugly, the others can still be seen very clearly, and there is a thought in his heart, and he walked out of the garden.

Yan Liben watched them walk out of the garden one by one, stepped forward and opened the rice paper, with the same reaction, the same look, respectfully closed the rice paper, and left a sentence, "After this word, it is difficult for Shangyuan to find good poems, hey." ”

Strong emotion, deep shock, after he walked out, Pei Yan and Luo Bin Wang stepped forward to see, the first glance was to shake their heads, and after shaking their heads, they left silently, after all the scholars left, there was the last person left in the garden, Yan Lingbin, she stepped on the lotus step, twisted her thin waist and stepped forward, with a smile, all full of unparalleled charm, and went up to pick up the rice paper that shocked everyone.

I also watched it for a long time, she didn't know how long it had been, she was stunned, and her body became no longer her own, and finally she rolled up the rice paper, took care of it carefully, put away the poem intimately, raised her eyebrows, looked at the direction of Li Zhou's departure, and muttered to herself: "Who will he be?" ”

Curious eyes, excited eyes, charming angles of the corners of the mouth, and the poem in his hand - "Qingyu Case Yuan Xi".

After that night, the poem "Qingyu Case Yuan Xi" began to be popular in Chang'an, as for who the author of this poem is, no one knows, but the real work belonging to the poet is in a woman in a green building, this woman is called Yan Lingbin.