That Liu Hui looked uneasy, his hands were intertwined, and he stumbled for a long time before he stumbled: "Spring fine soil...... Well, Kasuga, no...... The fine soil in autumn has compassion for all my people. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info only hate that autumn is late, and the harvest is coming. ”

Lin Jun listened hard, and only three words appeared in his heart - "What is this?" Seven more words appeared, "What the hell is this?" ”

But I only heard everyone in the audience high-five.

"Wonderful poetry, wonderful poetry!"

"From the soil to the autumn harvest, it is novel and unique!"

"Brother Liu is really talented!"

……

Lin Jun only felt that 10,000 alpacas were galloping by, this is just a five-character sentence connected by four paragraphs, this can also be called a poem? Once again, she doubted the intelligence of the ancients.

In fact, no matter how bad this "Brother Liu" is, his colleagues will close their eyes and praise it. If you don't praise him, do you keep Quarin Jun?

Kong Rong frowned slightly, obviously not very satisfied with Liu Hui's bird poems, and also regretted this problem a little, but also confidently turned to Lin Jun and said, "Mrs. Lin, please." ”

Lin Jun thought about it for a while, and blurted out: "Life is a happy thing, and the wind composes poems." Even if the mountains fall, they are willing to be crushed into mud. ”

In fact, when Liu Hui conceived it, Lin Jun was also trying to recall the poems about the soil she had read, and thought about it for a long time, "turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers", but it seemed that there was something wrong with the text, so she memorized the one she had just written, but changed the original text of the second sentence "Listening to the Golden Whip Creek at Night".

The original text is actually for viewing the scenery. It is said that the author went to the scenic spot and felt that the scenery was too beautiful, so he said that he wanted to live here every night to listen to the stream and aquatic life, even if the mountain fell and was crushed into mud, he was willing.

In fact, even if Lin Jun changed it to this, it was still a bit far-fetched, but she had already thought about it, if someone asked her, "There are no mountains here?" She said that the mountains were metaphorical, and that they were talking about wars and so on.

She didn't know whether she overestimated or underestimated this group of "talents", and no one refuted it, but almost frantically recalled the verses, which made Lin Jun feel a little empty.

It's not that classic, is it?

Then Liu Hui didn't wait for Kong Rong's reaction, and said straightly: "I don't want Mrs. Lin to be talented, Liu is ashamed!" ”

The hole melted for a while. At this moment, his fans have switched to the camp, and it is useless for him to reverse black and white.

He forced a smile and said, "I didn't know that Mrs. Lin was brilliant. It's just that, madam, with all due respect, a woman should still have a woman's duty, and it is better for a female worker to embroider than to write an essay and write a poem. ”

With this sentence, he led the contradiction to the fact that she was a woman, and some of the people in the audience had changed from their previous amazing talents to shaking their heads and sighing.

Kong Rong was very satisfied when he saw this, waved his hand, and strode away.

Guo Jia, who had been silent, suddenly approached the side of Lin Jun's face and whispered, "Madame, awesome!" ”

Lin Jun just wanted to hang him up and beat him, and scolded: "Go away, go home and beat you." What did you do to push me out......"

Before she could finish speaking, she heard a person behind her: "Please stay, two of you." ”

Lin Jun turned around and saw that it was a strange man he had never met, and he only guessed that he was one of Kong Rong's fans, and he didn't know what the purpose of calling them was to stop him.

She turned her eyes to look at Guo Jia and learned that Guo Jia didn't know this person either.

I only heard the man smile and said: "In Xia Xu Gan, Mrs. Lin won the poem today, and she can go to the back mountain to keep the poems she made." ”

Lin Jun knew that Xu Gan was also one of the seven sons of Jian'an, but he was not as famous as Kong Rong, so he was naturally not as arrogant as him.

She still wondered: "How to keep the poems?" ”

Xu Gan replied: "Naturally, it is written on the mountain wall. ”

Guo Jia frowned and said: "The wind and sun are blowing on the mountain wall, where is the handwriting left?" ”

Xu Gan smiled mysteriously: "The two of you can see it as soon as I see it." ”

After that, he didn't wait for the two of them to reply, and walked straight to the back mountain.

Guo Jia took Lin Jun's hand: "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

Lin Jun was more cautious: "Can you go?" Will there be fraud? ”

Guo Jia tilted his head and said in a low voice: "No, I have heard of this Xu Gan, and his academic character is superior." This is about the rule of poetry, the winner leaves the poem, but Kong Rong is stingy and doesn't mention it. ”

Lin Jun trusted Guo Jia's skill in judging people, so he nodded and agreed. But she still stood on tiptoe, leaned to Guo Jia's ear, and said softly: "In my opinion, those who are good friends with Kong Rong are not good birds." ”

Guo Jia only felt that Lin Jun was fragrant when he was close, and he exhaled Ruolan in his ears, which made him itch for a while, and he didn't hear what she said at all, so he couldn't stop nodding and tightened her little hand.

Xu Gan led the two to the foot of the mountain, and they saw the mountain wall full of poems. The mountain is leeward, with protruding rocks to keep out the rain and surrounded by shade, so it's no wonder that the text has been preserved for a long time.

Xu Gan took out his pen and ink and said to the two: "Mrs. Lin can choose a place to write a text, but remember not to write too much, just like other poems." ”

"Yes, thank you, sir." Lin Jun said politely.

"Then Xu will leave." Xu Gan left with his hands, leaving a private space for the two.

Lin Jun looked at the poems on this mountain wall, which were uneven, some were passable, and some were written like children playing at home.

"I feel like it's a good price to write here." She pouted.

"Hey, hey." Guo Jia, who was grinding, suddenly laughed, "Write, write this conspicuous place, every time Kong Rong comes to see it, he will get angry." ”

Lin Jun said happily: "What you said makes sense, why is it so bad." ”

Guo Jia dipped her in a good grind and handed the pen to her: "Who taught him to want to bully my wife." ”

Lin Jun picked up the pen, but made a difficulty: "Or ...... It's better not to write, my words are ugly, and the mountain is steep, and it is not easy to write. Don't write it, lest they read the joke. ”

Since she was a child, she practiced writing calligraphy flat, the tip of the nose of this brush is soft, and she can't grasp it at all on the mountain body that stands upright at 90 degrees.

Guo Jia stood behind her, gently held her hand, and said, "I'll teach you to write." ”

He manipulated Lin Jun's hand and wrote the first word "human", teaching: "When writing upright, the pen needs to be held tighter, and the tip of the pen should be ...... straight."

The two of them were close to each other, and if they were about to leave, Lin Jun only felt that Guo Jia's breath of every word was spit on her neck, which was just as itchy as Guo Jiashi was talking by her ear.

She didn't know that Guo Jia was deliberately "retaliating", and she didn't listen to what he taught, but let him hold her hand, wrote the whole poem, and left her big name - Lin Jun.

"Madame's literary style is so good." Guo Jia praised with a smile.

"You're embarrassed to say it!" Lin Jun suddenly thought about it and scolded, "If you push me to discuss poetry without consulting me, you are so confident in me?" If I can't make poetry, I will be ashamed to be thrown to the south. ”

Guo Jia nodded, and said seriously: "I naturally believe in Madame, besides, if Madame can't do it, naturally there will be me, and I will not let you suffer from it." ”

Lin Jun pretended to be disgusted and said: "What's the matter lately, it's like smearing honey in my mouth, it's really annoying." ”

Guo Jia leaned closer and closer: "Well, it's wiped, do you want to taste it...... madam?"

The two of them only laughed, not noticing that a pair of eyes were secretly watching them behind a large rock not far away.