Inside the pavilion

Mr. Wen Wei has commented on several poems, all of which are excellent works, and he is now reading Zhu Changzhi's poems.

"The snow brings the spring breeze, and Pei Hui is chaotic. Jun seems to be a flower, biased in the east of Luoyang. “

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei finished reading, everyone took a breath, Zhu Changzhi's poem is also a top masterpiece, almost on par with Ming Xue's poem, although the number of words is not much, but it is short and concise, and it is exquisite.

Mr. Wen Wei gave a thumbs up and laughed loudly: "Good poem, Zhu Changzhi's poem can also be called a top masterpiece, two top poems have been published in one day, it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next!" ”

Mr. Wen Wei praised it, Zhu Changzhi's poem looks ordinary, but it is very flavorful under careful chewing, almost reaching the realm of returning to the basics, the text does not need to be too gorgeous, simple and plain is the king.

Flying snow brings spring back, Pei Hui is chaotic in the air, a messy word, it is simply a stroke of genius, and then look at the last two sentences, Jun seems to be a flower, biased in the east of Luoyang, the flying snow is compared to a flower, like a flower but not a flower, it is simply wonderful.

"Brother Zhu is talented, junior brother admires," Wei Zixuan hugged his hand first and said, Zhu Changzhi's poem is indeed better than him, the two are acquaintances, so they naturally want to praise him.

Hua An also said: "Brother Zhu's literary talent is extraordinary, and the younger brother also admires it tightly, Brother Zhu, you have to teach me to compose poetry when you have time." ”

Hua'an's poems have been commented on, and they have received a good evaluation, although they are a little disappointed, but they are not bad, Mr. Wen Wei said that it is excellent, at least better than those people outside.

Glancing outside, Hua An's heart quickly became comfortable, it is also an honor to be able to enter here, but it is not comparable to those ordinary talents outside, which means that he is already qualified to enter the ranks of young talents, compared with the people outside, absolutely one in the sky and one underground.

Huaan is quite satisfied.

Wei Zixuan and Hua An complimented Zhu Changzhi one after another, and several other young talents immediately hugged their hands and praised them, and everyone carried the sedan chair, not to mention that people's poems are indeed an excellent masterpiece, and there is no reason not to praise them twice.

Zhu Changzhi is also very proud, the eight talents here, Mr. Wen Wei read seven poems, only he and Ming Xue two top masterpieces, this is a great honor, you must know that almost all of the eight people here are very famous young poets in Yunzhou, and being able to take the lead and get a good ranking is equivalent to being labeled as the first person in Yunzhou young talents.

Zhu Changzhi's heart blossomed happily.

"It's been awarded, Mr. Wen Wei, everyone has won the award," Zhu Changzhi hugged his hands, his heart was full of excitement and excitement, but his face was serious, gentle and elegant, and the demeanor of a talented man must still be maintained.

I have read the poems of seven people, and after everyone complimented each other, they all looked at Mr. Wen Wei, and the last one has not yet come out, I don't know if it is an ordinary boutique or a top boutique, I am looking forward to it.

The last poem was another woman's, and the scroll had three words written on it, Li Xiangjun, which seemed to be her real name, and Mr. Wen Wei looked at her and smiled before starting to read her poem.

"Snow Feifei, the wind is cold, where is Yulang drinking? When I was drunk, I wanted to be indulgent, and I slept with incense. In the spring and autumn nights, I thought of the monarch very much, and I was sad to see the lonely pillow of the embroidered screen. What is the original intention of the teenager? Teardrops of gold. ”

Li Xiangjun is also a poem, as soon as Mr. Wen Wei read it out, everyone shouted hello, although this poem is not as good as Mingxue's article, but it is also an extremely rare masterpiece, but the words are full of resentful words, which makes everyone want to laugh inexplicably, a good woman, what kind of 'romance'? Do you miss a man?

Li Xiangjun's name and literary style are indeed extraordinary, but his appearance is not satisfactory, Wei Zixuan, Hua'an and other men couldn't help but turn their heads and laugh, this Li Xiangjun is really a wonderful, Luo Tent Xiang is sleeping with a mandarin duck, and the mandarin duck is missing a duck, it seems that it is indeed Sichun.

Mr. Wen Wei tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, "The girl is a very good word, not bad." "It's not a good review, it's almost a 'lewd' word.

Li Xiangjun was a little embarrassed, but her expression didn't change much, they laughed if they wanted to, and just make words about her true temperament.

Ming Xue should be familiar with her, and said at this time: "What is the young man who has his original intention? Teardrops of gold, Sister Xiangjun is very good, and men really don't have a good thing. ”

I'm angry for Li Xiangjun.

When Ming Xue said this, all the men were speechless for a while, and they looked at the shot that knocked over a boatload of people.

Mr. Wen Wei coughed dryly, also a little embarrassed, and said, "Well, Miss Li Xiangjun's words are very good." The man in Mingxue's mouth seems to include him.

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei spoke, Ming Xue suddenly became a little embarrassed, Mr. Wen Wei is also a man, and it seems that he has been scolded as well.

"Mr. Wen Wei, I don't mean you, I mean...... Say them. Ming Xue hurriedly apologized, a little cold sweat.

Mr. Wen Wei waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, the old man is also young." After speaking, he laughed out loud, this Mingxue is really straightforward.

The poems of the eight people in it have been evaluated, and Mr. Wen Wei has asked someone to copy them, and the eight poems are all rare masterpieces, almost all of them can be on Chinese literature, Mr. Wen Wei is a little emotional, this Yunzhou is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

The poems outside were already on the table, and Mr. Wen Wei sighed for a while and began to look at them, a total of nearly 100 copies were collected, and he would definitely not be able to read them alone, so he divided them into nine parts, and eight young talents also helped to identify them.

There are poets and lyrics outside, and everyone picks out the good poems, and then they hand them to Mr. Wen Wei, who is the chief judge, and they can only be regarded as the deputy of the first trial.

Zhu Changzhi picked out the better poems in his hand, and then suddenly asked, "Do you have any poems by a talented man named Ye Tang in your hands?" "Zhu Changzhi hasn't forgotten that stubble.

"Ye Tang? No. ”

"I don't have one here,"

"Nope,"

Although Zhu Changzhi asked a strange question, everyone still flipped through the papers in their hands, and they didn't see the signature of 'Ye Tang', and they all shook their heads. Wei Zixuan and Hua An also shook their heads, they also didn't see his poems in their hands.

Mr. Wen Wei was a little surprised and asked, "Who is this Ye Tang?" He also looked at the dozen or so scrolls in his hand, but there was no such person.

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei asked this, Wei Zixuan chuckled, as if he had just gone too far, and he should have told Mr. Wen Wei that Ye Tang was here, after all, he was a disciple of the teacher, and Mr. Wen Wei seemed to know that he existed.

Wei Zixuan had a cold sweat on his forehead, he was really angry with Ye Tang's image at that time, and he didn't want him to come inside, this Zhu Changzhi is really a fool, can you not mention Ye Tang's name here?

Restraining his nervousness, Wei Zixuan hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, who is Ye Tang you are talking about?" My teacher's newly accepted disciple is also named Ye Tang, could it be that he is also here? "I'm starting to play dumb.

Zhu Changzhi's mouth opened, and he realized that something was wrong at this time, so he quickly echoed: "I don't know, but he's outside, can you take a look?" Zhu Changzhi pointed outside, fortunately, no one paid attention to what the three of them were talking before, otherwise it would be difficult to come back now.

Of course, Wei Zixuan knew where Ye Tang was sitting, so he pretended to stand up and looked at it carefully, and then said: "Sure enough, it's him, oops, you Brother Zhu, why didn't you say it earlier, that's my little junior brother." Wei Zixuan feigned anger.

Zhu Changzhi said with a bitter face: "Brother Wei, how did I know that he is your little junior brother, forgive me." ”

As soon as the two sang and harmonized, Hua An grinned when he heard it, this Brother Zhu and Brother Wei, the two of them are really hypocritical!

Wei Zixuan and Zhu Changzhi's double reed sang very well, at least no one heard that something was wrong, so Mr. Wen Wei said: "Xinping, do you mean that the little disciple that your teacher accepted is also here?" ”

Before the poetry meeting began, he talked about him, but he didn't expect people to be here, Mr. Wen Wei felt a little surprised, this is too much of a coincidence.

Wei Zixuan arched his hand and said: "Yes, Mr. Wen Wei, I'm sorry, I didn't notice that he was here before, isn't it a junior." "I'm sorry.

Mr. Wen Wei smiled: "It's okay, you just didn't notice, okay, Xinping, don't worry too much, just call him over." Mr. Wen Wei was relieved, and then asked a waitress behind him to go out and call people in.

Mr. Shuiqing's disciple, there is no reason for him to stay outside.

said the identity of the 'third brother' again, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this, Ye Tang's eggs were about to be broken in half, seeing that Lin Yuetong also skimmed and turned his face to the side, Ye Tang was almost not angry, if you don't believe it, you don't believe it, brother is too lazy to pay attention to you.

Playing with your head, right? Brother will too.

Ye Tang turned his head to the side, let's go with the little fairy.

"Young Master Ye Tang, Mr. Wen Wei, please come in,"

Ye Tang was about to peel another orange to share with the little fairy baby, when suddenly a woman dressed in ancient costume walked in front of him and said that Mr. Wen Wei invited him in.

"What did you tell me to go in?" Recognizing this woman as one of the four women standing in the pavilion, Ye Tang's eyes immediately looked over, Mr. Wen Wei shouldn't know him, right?

Could it be that Wei Zixuan said it?

Ye Tang was a little strange, Wei Zixuan had recognized him a long time ago, and if he wanted to say it, he should have said it early in the morning, this was almost halfway through the poetry meeting, well, it is estimated that he forgot.

Ye Tang chose to think of Wei Zixuan in a good way.

In fact, Ye Tang didn't care if he couldn't get in, he was just a bunch of pretentious talented people and talented women, so he didn't bother to pay attention to them.

And there are not only little fairies here, but also five beauties, how good it is to stay here, smell the fragrance and die of refreshment.

Looking over, he saw that Mr. Wen Wei was waving inside, Ye Tang didn't want to go against his will, after all, he was an elder, and politeness still had to be said.

"Tongmu-san, take care of my little daughter-in-law." Ye Tang whispered in Lin Yuetong's ear, and then left with a smile.

Ye Tang left, but Lin Yuetong was stunned for a moment, he ...... How did he know that she was from Tongmu.

(PS; Sanjiang was slapped in the face again and burst into tears. Thank you Infitini for the tip and evaluation)

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