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The tone is rather sarcastic.

As a man, if you can't get used to this world and the broken mountains and rivers, then join the army to fight and regain the lost land! What is shouting here?

However, throughout the ages, whenever there is a war, the most clamoring is also the literati and ink writers, who are full of enthusiasm in the face of the overall situation, insulting this and shouting for that, but it is not the people who are in dire straits who really put it into action? Aren't you one of those heroes who really cares about your country and the world?

That's what the poem says.

Jiang Muxue's voice landed, and there was a dead silence in the audience.

"Even if we disagree, we can seek common ground while reserving differences, and there is really no need to be so sarcastic."

In the silence, a low, soft voice floated out, needless to say, except for Hai Lanzhu's little white lotus, no one present had the ability to make such a sound.

Zhang Peng and the man who wrote free verse were blushing, and they were looking for something to say, when Hai Lanzhu reminded them like this, and immediately retorted, "That is to say, what else will Miss Jiang do except write some beautiful sounds and make some satirical poems about others?" ”

This reversal of black and white can make Mu Feiyan angry, "My brain is not clear, can you not insult our IQ?" What is the meaning of Xinyue's two poems, everyone understands in their hearts! Besides, if anyone has ambitions, they can change places, which are too small to be accommodated! ”

The Mu family can be regarded as a big family on this golden beach, so as soon as Mu Feiyan opened his mouth like this, ordinary little people really didn't dare to talk back. Mu Feiyan sneered, a group of villains who look at people's faces and act, ghosts believe that there are some ambitions!

Coincidentally, as soon as Mu Feiyan finished speaking, the boy who sold the newspaper ran in, shouting "Express!" Express! ”

This period is very special, even if many young people do not care about current affairs, for the sake of life safety, they will pay attention to one or two. As a result, children selling newspapers like this are very popular in major meeting places.

"Express Express! The newly promoted Major General of the Southwest sacrificed his life for the country yesterday!! While handing the newspaper to everyone, the boy was still talking about today's headlines.

This news surprised the whole house, who is the new major general in the southwest? Speaking of which, Zhang Peng and the red-faced man are still classmates, last year, that classmate joined the army as soon as he graduated, and later became a major general, but it was not a year before he died.

Everyone looked at Zhang Peng and the hot-blooded man, and then at the two of them, their faces were pale and stunned.

Grace Butterfly secretly scolded herself, this news came really "timely"! And the boy who sells newspapers, who put it in?

But in front of so many people, and I couldn't kick the child out, so I had to divert it with another topic, "Okay, okay, it's just a poem, there's no need to be more serious." Come on, let's move on to the next topic. ”

From beginning to end, Jiang Muxue sat in her seat and drank, silently, occasionally smiling disdainfully.

I felt that there was a look in her eyes frequently, and when she knew that it was Dong Jiayi, Jiang Muxue secretly scolded "cheap".

It's strange to say, many men have this temperament, he doesn't care when he chases him, and when he doesn't look at him, he frequently shows favor and shamelessness!

In his thoughts, the host had already come up with the second round of competition questions.

"Parting."

"Ha, it's really in the same vein as the war."

Mu Feiyan chattered, and looked at Jiang Muxue again, her eyes were very adoring.

At this time, it really doesn't matter what she writes, the key is to see what Jiang Xinyue writes, not to mention, Mu Feiyan is looking forward to it very much.

Under the expectation of everyone, Jiang Muxue copied a song of Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell", which was instantly spread and circulated everywhere.

Hai Lanzhu probably knew that she couldn't write Jiang Xinyue's ancient style poems, so this time, she still wrote free verse.

Poems like this kind of theme are generally good at girls, so this round, the men quietly stood aside and listened to the discussion between the two female camps.

Which two factions? Naturally, it is Hai Lanzhu and Jiang Xinyue.

There are many people on Hai Lanzhu's side, and Mu Feiyan can't say anything about it even if he has ten mouths, and he is annoyed at this time, and he already knows that he has brought his group of classmates.

Seeing that everyone fell to Hai Lanzhu in unison, Dong Jiayi suddenly stood up and walked towards Jiang Muxue.

The girls exclaimed, and after learning Dong Jiayi's intentions, they whispered again, and their eyes looking at Jiang Muxue were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

As his confidante, Hai Lanzhu's face was pale and very uneasy.

Dong Jiayi walked to Jiang Muxue's side, slowly picked up her poem manuscript, and read: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning." The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

After reading it, he stayed for a while before he smiled at Jiang Muxue and said, "I didn't hear it clearly just now." "It seems to explain his actions.

Jiang Muxue nodded and said nothing.

The more she didn't speak like this, the more mysterious Dong Jiayi felt, and he always felt that Jiang Xinyue in front of him was too different from his impression, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his ideas were unfounded, after all, he had never paid attention to Jiang Xinyue, but he had seen her make a fool of herself a few times, so he labeled her as "vulgar" and "uninformed".

At this point, he realized that those labels were wrong.

Seeing that Jiang Xinyue didn't pay attention to herself, Dong Jiayi was a little embarrassed, and when she was about to say something, she only heard that the third topic had already come out.

But the second round has not yet been divided, and at this time the third topic comes out, and some people who don't know how to observe words and expressions are still muttering what is going on.

What's going on? Jiang Muxue looked at the butterfly, Hai Lanzhu looked there, how obvious, and didn't want to let herself talk to Dong Jiayi.

However, this is better, and I don't want to bother with it in the first place.

The third and final round was titled "Lao Yan Flying Separately".

"Ouch! Which favorite title is this? Mu Feiyan pouted, she hated this kind of twisted poetry the most.

Mu Feiyan's movements were very exaggerated, Jiang Muxue couldn't help laughing, and then looked at the "eldest young master" Dong Jiayi on the side, but he didn't mean to leave.

From afar, Hai Lanzhu's eyes were complaining, and her appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made her "family and friend group" unbearable, and Grace Butterfly personally came to invite, "Dong Dashao, the game has begun, it is better for you to return to your seat." ”

"What? I can't write here? ”

Dong Jiayi didn't raise his head.

The grace butterfly was deflated, but she didn't dare to say anything to Dong Jiayi, but glared at Jiang Muxue fiercely.

If you don't go, don't go, Jiang Muxue put pen to paper.

"Red crisp hands, yellow silk wine, the city is full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. A melancholy, a few years away. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! ”

"Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and transparent. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo! ”

At the moment when Jiang Muxue started writing, Dong Jiayi threw away the pen in his hand, and he saw Jiang Muxue's expression arrogant and indifferent, with a large pen swimming in the dragon, full of momentum, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Jiang Muxue wrote a sentence, he read a sentence, and when he finished reading the poem, the whole person was already stunned.

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