"Huh? But you have come to read it! ”

At this time, the ruffian prince couldn't help but scold, after all, in his opinion, the seven-step poem, how can there be so much time for people to think about the seven-step poem.

"Kang is not talented, and he is ugly."

And at this time, this Kang Zhuangyuan stood up, but let Fang Ji take a few more looks. This Kang Zhiwen is indeed a bit talented, and he already has verses in this short period of time.

However, when he thought about it, the topic this time was love, and it should probably be a poem that he wanted to use to pursue Zhao Wujian before, so he understood.

This Kang Zhi's question is quite possive, and at this time it is carrying a step, probably a rhyme and seven steps.

"Astringent green plums are gradually withering and yellowing,

Spend the moon in a heroic manner.

Years and years are like years,

When will the rolling red dust stop? ”

"Good! Kang Zhuangyuan is really a childhood sweetheart for our General Zhao, and he has a deep love! The guy who had obviously just come out to testify that Fang Ji was dozing off was screaming at this time.

That's right, I didn't know that this poem was a love poem at first hearing, but the sentences "Dancing and heroicly spending the moon" and "The years are like years" obviously refer to Zhao Wujian and himself.

The first sentence names the relationship between the two childhood sweethearts, and the last sentence "When will the rolling red dust end", there are not only questions about when the war will stop, but also sighs about where the love between himself and Zhao Wujian will end.

Probably this is indeed about the love of our Kang Zhuangyuan.

And hearing this poem, our Qinghe County Lord Li Linlang naturally snorted.

Probably speaking, this Qinghe County Lord must have known that Kang Zhiwen was in the Emerald Red Mansion that day. It's just that what makes him a little puzzled is that the girl Su Wansu who was with her doesn't know where she is?

To be honest, he is also a little strange personally, these two women disguised themselves as men to visit the Cuihong Mansion together, and after they finished they changed into night clothes and stared at something on the roof of the Cuihong Mansion together, it stands to reason that the relationship is so good, why didn't he invite this Su girl today.

At this time, Fang Ji also subconsciously swept around the daughters on the opposite side, and accidentally glanced at Mo Xiaoman, the daughter of the Mo family, and then Mo Xiaoman quickly retracted his gaze, and Xiaoyu rubbed the silk scarf on his hand.

This chick ......

Fang Ji was not so narcissistic as to think that someone fell in love with him at first sight, so he always felt that there was some deep meaning in the eyes of this young lady of the Mo family.

Could it be ......

Fang Ji's thoughts were a little distant, of course, at this time, he was also listening to the poems of the next few talents. Although they are all quite good, they talk about love and lack some artistic conception.

"Why don't you see our Luo Da poet come forward to chant poetry today?"

At this time, when I heard the voice, everyone in the audience responded, and most of them really wanted to listen to Luo Huai's poems. And some, it seems that they are thinking about Luo Luohuai's face so that the champion Lang Kangzhi can take more care of himself in the future.

"Uncle, aunt, Huai'er has been a little busy with six doors recently, and she can't do it in seven steps." Luo Huai sighed at this time.

"What? Luo Gongzi isn't afraid, right? ”

Fang Ji also looked at Brother Huai'er with a playful expression at this time, wondering what he wanted to do.

"Auntie, I have this poem, but I can't take a step on this leg, and I can't read it." Brother Huai'er sighed again, and the conversation changed. "By the way, I'll read it to someone else, and ask him to help me walk these seven steps, and then I'll read my verse."

Fang Ji was stunned when he heard this, and blinked his eyes, could this Brother Huai'er be ......

"Just now, my brother Fang spoke "Liang Zhu" with emotion, so he will help me read it."

Brother Huai'er squinted and smiled at this time, which was quite shameless in Fang Ji's opinion.

What is this for Lao Tzu to read on his behalf, it is clearly to ask Lao Tzu to help him compose a poem!

And Li Linlang, the county lord of Qinghe who knew everything, actually laughed out loud at this time, and then saw some small movements, so he hurriedly covered his mouth, bit his lower lip and held back his laughter.

Fang Ji also laughed, the cat leaned down, approached Brother Huai'er, and then secretly raised five fingers.

Brother Huai'er was stunned when he saw this, and secretly compared two fingers and signaled bargaining.

At this time, Fang Ji stretched out three fingers, and Brother Huai grabbed his hand and signaled for a deal.

"Then please ask Brother Luo to read it to the younger brother quickly."

Fang Halberd stepped forward, and Luo Huai seemed to be muttering something in his ear.

Of course, Fang Ji sounded like some nonsense, as well as a swear word, and another sentence was: "I just gave you five hundred taels a few days ago, where did Lao Tzu make up three hundred taels for you?" ”

The halberd in the rear pretended to nod again and again, and then got up.

"Brother Luo, I remember your poem. Then my friend asked me to tell you that he didn't want it to happen again from what happened in the back alley last time. ”

Luo Huai was stunned when he heard this, and remembered the encounter of being dragged to the back alley and beaten up last time.

"Understood. But please tell your friend that it won't work if it doesn't work as it should. ”

Brother Fang, why do you like money so much, it's too vulgar! Brother Huai'er couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Since Brother Huai'er generously bought him a poem for three hundred taels, then read it.

At this time, Fang Ji also stepped forward, and took seven steps majestically, and began to recite poems.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

Last time, I read Lao Li's poems, and this time Fang Ji naturally thought of Xiao Li's poems.

At this time, those literati heard this poem with endless aftertaste, and our Kang Zhuangyuan's face was also a little blue at this time. But this poem is indeed too much better than him in terms of artistic conception, although he is not convinced, but he still says in his mouth: "Good poem".

"A good sentence of spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into ashes and tears began to dry! Huai'er, you have such a great talent, my aunt is very pleased. Your mother must have been pleased, too. "When the princess heard this, she couldn't help but think of Luo Huai's mother, and she was a little emotional." But Huai'er, this girl you love is not the ...... of the Emerald Red Mansion."

This makes our Huai brother not know how to answer.

"Hey, surnamed Fang, what are you doing? You write poems slightly better than some of the questions of Nakang, and you want to rebel, what is this? Brother Huai'er stared at Fang Halberd, probably conveying such a message with his eyes.

"Auntie, Huai'er's poem reminds me of my mother."

Hearing this poem, Luo Huai did think of his mother first. Because he has a good memory, he remembers most of what his mother did for his father.

"Really......"

The princess looked a little red-eyed. "Hey, I should have been happy to travel today, but I listened to some stories that made people cry, but with a good song like "Liang Zhu" and the poem Huai'er, I think it is also a good story in Los Angeles."

Qiluo looked at Fang Ji and Luo Huai at this time, but she seemed to understand something, but at this time, Qiluo was not very happy, on the contrary, she had a sad face.

Because this poem is about the parting feelings of men and women.

If this poem was really written by him, wouldn't it be ......