Wen Ren recruited interest, although Qi Yun has practiced martial arts since childhood, but after all, as the daughter of the assassin history, she has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child.

"A masterpiece? Few? Could it be your Qi Liang boy's recent new masterpiece? Take it for a glimpse of the decay. ”

Qi Yun carefully took out three pieces of manuscript paper from his arms and gently unfolded them and handed them to Wen Renzheng: "Grandpa Wenren, these three poems are all high-grade masterpieces, and the poems made by the kid are not in a hurry to make one ten-thousandth of these three poems." ”

Wen Renzheng only thinks that Qi Yun is humble, and he has heard of Qi Yun's reputation as a talented woman.

Wen Renzheng took the three manuscript papers at random, Qi Yun's heart tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at it for a while, looked left and right, drank a sip of tea from time to time, and fiddled with Liu Mingzhi, who was absent-minded for a while, and bit his silver teeth lightly and said secretly: "This girl looks at how long you can hide, obviously the poems are so good and pretend to be bullshit." ”

As long as Liu Mingzhi thinks Qi Yun, he must be wronged, what is he pretending, Liu Mingzhi doesn't know that the three poems he made when he was drunk are plagiarized three poems.

Or maybe Liu Mingzhi doesn't remember what happened that night at all, and the most excessive thing is that he has never been close to the desk in the past few days, so Liu Mingzhi doesn't know the poems on the three pieces of rice paper at all.

Wen Renzheng first glanced at the poems casually, and didn't care too much, he hadn't seen any good poems and good words at his age, thinking that Qi Yun said that these three poems were masterpieces, but they had seen little in the world.

It's just that Wen Renzheng is destined to be amazed by the poems of the poet immortal Li Bai and the poet He Zhizhang, who dares to say that it is just an ordinary masterpiece, and the poems that can be spread for thousands of years and are selected into textbooks, who dares to say that they are not top-quality works.

Sure enough, Wen Renzheng looked more serious the more he looked at it, and after reading all three poems, he looked at Qi Yun with a shocked expression: "Yunya.... Good boy, who wrote these three poems? Can you introduce the old decay, the old decay will definitely have a good drink of 300 cups with this everyone. ”

Li Zheng was attracted by the change in Wen Renzheng's expression, what kind of character is Wen Renzheng, the mountain chief of Dangyang Academy, since Dangyang Academy has the reputation of being a talented man in the world, how can the head of a mountain be a general, it is impossible for Li Zheng to be amazed by Wen Renzheng to drink three hundred cups of poetry.

Li Zheng cautiously leaned over: "Teacher, I don't know if it's everyone's poems, can you let the disciples appreciate them, seeing that the teacher hasn't shown such a surprised look for a long time, the students are very curious about these three poems." ”

Wen Renzheng handed out two pieces of manuscript paper to Li Zheng, and handed one to his granddaughter Wen Renyunshu, and the two took it carefully, for fear of breaking the manuscript paper.

Liu Mingzhi also stretched out his hand and prepared to wait for Wen Renzheng to give him a piece of manuscript paper, but after half a day, he didn't receive the manuscript paper to start, Liu Mingzhi retracted his right hand and discussed with Wen Renzheng for a while: "The old man who is greedy for money, this is looking down on the master, the master is not rare, isn't it good poetry?" The master will do it himself. ”

Looking at the teacup in his hand, Liu Mingzhi muttered: "The teacup is really round, the tea is so sweet, the tea leaves are in the cup, whirring and circling." Good poetry, really good poetry, young master, I am a genius, so I disdain to see your unsavory masterpieces. ”

made a poem in an instant, liu mingzhi suddenly had a feeling of loneliness, and in the blink of an eye, it was the realm of a poem who else besides me liu mingzhi asked who else.

"It's cold in the heights." Liu Mingzhi casually said an inexplicable sentence.

Hearing the displeasure of Renzheng, he glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was reminiscing about the charm of the poem, and was suddenly interrupted, and the mood can be imagined.

Li Zheng and Wenren Yunshu also frowned unhappily, the meaning contained in the poem had not yet been fully tasted, and they were suddenly swept away by Liu Mingzhi's sentence that he was overwhelmed by the cold.

Only Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was idle and restless, with a strange expression, and savored this sentence from a high place.

Li Zheng suddenly sighed: "Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves, teacher, how long have you not been to see the stream outside the gate of Guozijian, the stream is still there, but you don't want to take a look, teacher." ”

Wen Renzheng listened to Li Zheng's words and first fell into memories, happy and sad for a while, and smiled bitterly: "The old man also raised his head to look at the bright moon, bowed his head and thought of his hometown, lest the children not know each other, and asked where the guests came from with a smile, but they asked for the willows in the night nightsong, and the people started their hometown." ”

Li Zheng heard that there were three poems hidden in Wen Renzheng's words, and suddenly remembered that Wen Ren Yunshu had a poem in his hand that he had never watched, so he got up and walked to Wen Ren Yunshu's side: "Girl, have you finished reading it, uncle will change it with you." ”

Wenren Yunshu first looked at the manuscript paper in his hand reluctantly, and then handed the manuscript paper to Li Zheng with a light smile.

The sound of swallowing saliva came again, Qi Yun's fist crackled, and the sound of swallowing saliva disappeared.

Li Zheng's expression was complicated after reading "Hearing the Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night": "Teacher, this everyone must be missing their hometown, the first two poems have been set up, directly expressing homesickness, only the last song is a young man who left home and the eldest returned, the hometown sound has not changed and the sideburns have not yet been established, presumably it is the encounter after everyone reverie their hometown, lest the young and the eldest return home, lest the children not know each other." ”

Liu Mingzhi heard where the two old men sighed to each other, and couldn't help but laugh, I know what poetry I mean, what are you sighing about there.

Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hypocrisy." But I didn't think of one thing at all, the Great Dragon Dynasty did not have Tang Zong and Song Ancestors, and there was no Li Bai Dufu, how did these poems come out of Qi Yun's hands.

Wen Renzheng cautiously handed the three manuscript papers to Qi Yun: "I don't have the opportunity to see the great talent, I regret it in my life, the Qi family boy, can the old man be able to see this everyone's honorable name, if you have the opportunity to pay a visit in the future." ”

Qi Yun subconsciously glanced at Liu Mingzhi: "Grandpa Wenren, if the person who made these three poems is notorious?" ”

Wen Renzheng subconsciously frowned: "No, poetry is a work of affection, and the person who can make these three poems is definitely not a wicked person." ”

Li Zheng also nodded: "Although what the teacher said is a bit arbitrary, it can be seen that he respects the hearts of this everyone, but the old man sees that this person will not be a villain." ”

"Brother Qi, in this nocturne, I hear the willows, who can't afford the love of the hometown. Shu'er also believes in the judgment of her grandfather and uncle, and she will not be a big traitor. ”

"Grandpa Wenren, these three poems were achieved by this person overnight, grandpa thinks that he can write three poems overnight, how is this talent?"

"What? Do you mean three poems in one night? These three poems are not the work of painstaking meditation, but the achievement of three masterpieces overnight? ”

Qi Yun bit her lip: "Half an hour to be exact." ”

Wen Renzheng and the three of them seemed to be shocked by the heavens: "Three poems in half an hour, even if Cao Zijian, who is a talented person, must not have this kind of talent." ”

"The teacher is right, the most important thing to write is to test a person's ability to cope and literary skills, if you can really write three poems in an instant, it is not an exaggeration to say that everyone's talent is the best in the world."

"So, this everyone lingers in the Qinglou and forgets to return, frolicking all day long and in the Qinglou?"

"Talented and beautiful."

"Unruly."

"Red sleeves add fragrance."

The three of them made a different evaluation, and Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was playing with the teacup, and bit it lightly.

"Don't hide it from people's grandfather, these three poems are the boy's accidental success, and he also visited this everyone, but everyone doesn't know about the boy's play, don't read the four books and five classics, and don't read the subset of scriptures and history, why is this."

The three of them said in unison: "Then it goes without saying, indifferent to fame and fortune, deliberately hiding clumsy."