At this time, a scholar picked up the poem written by Liao Jinguang and began to recite it aloud: "Embarrassed by the snow in front of the window, the cold and lonely in the middle of the night." Looking at the end of the world, there is no road, only the bright moon is in mind. ”

Then he dogged: "This poem is called "Moon Snow". Good poetry, Liao Gongzi. I can't imagine that you are handsome and chic, martial arts, and you have studied poetry and songs, which can be called a talent and appearance!"

"Yes, yes, Liao Gongzi's poem is amazing!"

"I don't think we can use it as a poem, Liao Gongzi is a masterpiece, who will compete!"

The audience resounded with a large number of dogs' legs one after another.

"Where, where, it's just a work of magic hand, and the real good poetry still depends on your brothers. Liao Jinguang also excused himself, and then glanced at Long Aotian and the three of them defiantly.

Long Aotian and Zhao Hao didn't react, but Ye Liangchen was very angry, especially after seeing this poem being read out, Miss Mingyue began to shine again and again after commenting, and she was even more angry.

It's a pity that when the book is used, he hates less, and he can't wait to give himself a slap in the face to the female teacher of the private school, if only he knew to read more books.

At this time, Miss Mingyue lightly opened her lips and said softly: "The quality of the poem is good, it is hung with the theme of Mingyue, and the artistic conception of the snowy night moonscape is also moving enough, but it is a pity that it does not match, and it lacks a little bit of background, and it does not fit this situation." ”

Seeing that Liao Jinguang's face was just shining, and now it has become even uglier than pork liver, the three brothers of Long Aotian almost didn't laugh crazy.

Looking at the posture of the three of them, Liao Jinguang also said stiffly: "Although I am only a shallow learner and I can't write poems, I can count it as a poem." But unlike some people, they are proud of not learning and not knowing. ”

"You ......" Ye Liangchen was furious.

And Long Aotian was also amused when he looked at him in a hurry, but he still comforted him out of brotherly affection: "Calm, do you really think that your eldest brother and I are like you who don't learn and don't know how to do it?" ”

"Don't make trouble, big brother, when you go to private school, the teacher beats you more than me. Ye Liangchen retorted on the spot.

", I'm here to block the knife for you. ”

When the two were talking nonsense, the matchmaker pretended to be angry and said: "Liao Gongzi is really talented." However, a single poem can't satisfy Miss Mingyue, so don't hide it if you have a masterpiece. ”

"I'm coming!"

It was Ye Liangchen who spoke. After speaking, he came to the table, picked up the brush in a chic manner, and was dotting the ink, when he suddenly stopped.

"Yo, what's the matter? Don't pretend if you don't know how to compose poetry, do you think that writing poetry is like your family's money, you can come as you want?!" Sure enough, Liao Jinguang's ridicule came immediately.

"What are you talking about?, do you think you'll win if you find a sought-after?" Ye Liangchen turned his head and stared at Liao Jinguang and said angrily.

"Liangchen doesn't write poetry anymore!, but ......"

Liao Jinguang's lips moved slightly, and he just wanted to mock, but what Ye Liangchen said next made his face turn blue.

Ye Liangchen said: "Liangchen now announces that anyone present, as long as he comes on stage to make a poem, I will reward a thousand gold, young master, and if you get Miss Mingyue's comments, you will be rewarded with ten thousand gold!"

Then he looked at Liao Jinguang and said with a sneer: "As for the one who won Miss Mingyue's favor, the young master will give a set of yards, 100 acres of fertile land, and 100,000 taels of gold, guaranteeing that you and Miss Mingyue will have a worry-free life for the rest of your life." ”

As soon as the words fell, all the readers present immediately rushed to the table one after another. After all, if their families are wealthy, they will not be reduced to being sought-after by the sons and daughters of a prefect, and they are also intellectuals who read sage books.

Now that I heard Ye Liangchen's conditions, how dare you be the son of the prefect or the son of the prefect, of course, you will take the money first, you must know that one gold is enough for an ordinary civilian family in Longting Mansion to live for a year. Moreover, if the next poem is favored by Miss Mingyue, wouldn't it be both rich and beautiful, killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?

Next, it's time for all the talented people to take turns to stage a poetry show. And Miss Mingyue naturally did not hesitate to comment, for a while, it seemed to have really become a poetry party between famous prostitutes and merry talents, the guests and hosts were happy, and the pen and ink were messy.

And Ye Liangchen was naturally happy to see the scene become what he wanted, and with a smile on his face, he took out the silver tickets from his pocket and distributed them to those scholars who wrote poems. And Liao Jinguang looked at him with a pale face, but he was helpless, only blaming himself for not being rich enough.

The happy times go by so fast, and it's time to say goodbye again. In fact, this farcical poetry writing conference has also come to an end, and those who have not yet written poems are Long Aotian and Taoist disciple Liao Jinyu, and even Zhao Hao, a martial idiot, also came to the stage to write a poem. Although it is called a dare not to be seen, it is also a five-character poem.

At that time, Ye Liangchen saw him on stage, and asked him with a confused face: "Everyone who said yes will be waste wood together, why do you still have the courage to go on stage?"

"Nonsense, it's just a poem, five words a sentence, isn't it a poem to make four sentences?" Zhao Hao replied with a natural expression.

"Damn, you have a good point, no, I also want to go on stage to make a poem. ”

After speaking. The two brothers stepped onto the stage with their faces held high.

Now that the farce has finally come to an end, it's time to show the real technology.

And Liao Jinguang looked at his brother expectantly, and said: "Brother, the first time I called you brother, I said that the disciples of the sect are both civil and military, brother, you shouldn't be able to drop the chain, right?"

Liao Jinyu responded coldly: "Of course. ”

"What?"

"A year ago, I was just a medicine picker, do you think I have time to learn good literature while practicing martial arts?"

"Brother, I don't want to lose. ”

"Calm down, although I don't, but my brother and sister often compose poems, and if I take out a random poem, it is enough to amaze the audience. ”

Hearing his eldest brother say this, Liao Jinguang felt that this wave was stable, and said excitedly: "Then if you win Miss Mingyue's favor at that time, brother, can you give me the opportunity to spend one night alone with Miss Mingyue?"

"No, the two maids belong to you, and the bright moon belongs to me. Liao Jinyu stared at the three masters and servants of Mingyue and said coldly. After thinking about it, I added another sentence.

"And the matchmaker. ”

"But...... Brother, I heard that the matchmaker is about the same age as your mother. ”

"Shut up!"

......

Maybe it was the easy tendon and marrow given by the system, and the rebirth was too powerful, Long Aotian found that his ear power was too strong, and the whispers of the two brothers Liao Jinyu just now were heard word for word.

He couldn't help but smile in his heart and watched Liao Jinyu slowly walk out.

Liao Jinyu came to the table, slapped his palm lightly, and didn't see how to use force, and the rice paper on the table suddenly hung in the air and hung in the air. He didn't use pen and ink, his eyes were slowly circulating, his fingers were on his sword, and a cold but dignified black true power quickly came out. As he danced with his fingers, a poem was written.

"Empty"

"Seek and seek where there is,

Cold and bleak.

Silent in the middle of the night, the lights dim,.

But there is a single person looking forward to two shadows. ”

This time, as soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent for a while, and the audience was shocked.