This time, Mu Yang obviously adjusted his state and sang much better than the previous one.

Chen Zheng looked towards Zhong Zilu, only to see that he was a little surprised, it seemed that he didn't expect Mu Yang to have a new word.

"Bring pen and paper!" Zhong Zilu shouted to the handyman on the side.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready.

After picking up the ink, Zhong Zilu prepared to write words.

Taking a deep breath, Zhong Zilu raised his pen and wrote, only to see him write: "The strange warm wind seems to be spring, and the small bridge reflects the water and is real." ……”

However, after only writing two sentences, Zhong Zilu couldn't write anymore, and then simply crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Mu Yang had already sung to the end, but Zhong Zilu still hadn't written it.

It seems that the ability to improvise poetry is not something that anyone can come to casually.

Zhong Zilu sat down a little depressed, looking at the second floor, his eyes were a little dull.

Chen Zheng was a little unbearable, walked over, and comforted: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and Brother Zhong doesn't need to mind." ”

Zhong Zilu shook his head and said, "It's me who was too careless, self-righteous, and delayed Junzhu, I'm sorry for her!" ”

Seeing that Zhong Zilu was about to cry, Chen Zheng was also a little speechless, it seems that he is indeed quite affectionate.

Mu Yang finished singing and walked back confidently.

But before she could be happy, the gauze tent on the second floor was closed again.

Meng Junzhu also has new words?!

This was not only unexpected by Mu Yang, but also by Zhong Zilu.

"It's the sound of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River again, and the blue boat is still tied to the willow and has not yet made the trip. No one holds an umbrella to protect Hongying? Why sigh, there are little scholars.

Dao that little scholar, thousands of poems put down, set up Qingping. Poor flower crumbs leave empty stems. Helpless and complaining, how can it not be sunny! ”

None of the spectators in the Yanyu Building expected that Meng Junzhu's song "Little Heavy Mountain" would turn his style from cheerful to complaining.

But this grievance is different from Mu Yang's strong grievances, but through the comparison before and after, through the joy when getting along with the little scholar, it sets off the lonely desolation in the back, which is really a good song!

"You wrote this?" Xiao Zan next to him turned his head and asked Zhong Zilu.

Zhong Zilu shook his head lightly and said, "I didn't write it, it was Junzhu who wrote it, and Junzhu wrote it for me!" ”

Zhong Zilu looked a little excited, and there were some tears in his eyes, obviously emotional.

Xiao Zan was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "You didn't write it, don't cry!" ”

Zhong Zilu glared at Xiao Zan and said, "What do you know?" We are love! ”

Xiao Zan retched, turned to Chen Zheng, and said, "He said it was love, haha." ”

Chen Zheng looked at Xiao Zan with some pity, nodded and said, "This is indeed love." ”

This time it was Xiao Zan's turn to cry without tears, and Chen Zheng already had a lady; Although this Zhong Zilu is annoying, he can be regarded as a confidant.

And he Xiao Zan, obviously a talent, obviously noble, but he has never met a woman who is excited, think about it, it's really sad!

After three rounds of fighting, Na Muyang actually appeared on the platform on the second floor again, and she even had a new word!

At the same time, a little girl came over and said to Zhong Zilu: "Miss said that she can't win this game, let me tell Zhong Gongzi that I am very sorry for wasting your two poems." ”

"No, it's me who is useless, and it has nothing to do with Junzhu." Zhong Zilu hung his head and said.

The little girl was the messenger, and after completing the task, she grabbed a handful of fruit and left in a hurry.

Mu Yang on the second floor was still babbling and singing, but Zhong Zilu seemed to be unable to hear, and his eyes lost their brilliance.

At this time, even if Zhong Zilu was given enough time, he might not be able to write any poems, not to mention that time was pressing now.

"In a few days, I'm going to go to Beijing to catch the exam, I wanted to help Junzhu win the Oiran before leaving, but I didn't expect it to end like this because of my arrogance and negligence, alas!" Zhong Zilu muttered to himself.

Xiao Zan coughed lightly and said, "Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great." It's good that you can recognize your own shortcomings. ”

Chen Zheng was a little speechless, he couldn't tell whether this Xiao Zan was comforting Zhong Zilu or mocking him.

However, Zhong Zilu is all annoyed now, where does he care about what Xiao Zan said.

Chen Zheng has not been in contact with Zhong Zilu for a long time, but he admires this reader.

Zhong Zilu has the arrogance of a scholar, but he is not unreasonable and unforgiving.

And his affection for Meng Junzhu is also genuine, which can be seen from the words written by the two.

Chen Zheng decided to help this scholar, and he couldn't let him lose his fighting spirit and lose his ambition.

"I have a word, which can be borrowed from Brother Zhong." Chen Zheng said suddenly.

Zhong Zilu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he regained some clarity, and at this time he also heard the little song sung by Mu Yang clearly.

To be honest, that piece is not very well written, but it is better than a long song.

Even if Zhong Zilu concentrates on writing, he may not dare to guarantee that he will win.

"Forget it." Zhong Zilu shook his head and said.

Chen Zheng frowned and said, "How can you forget it?" Scholars should have the fighting spirit and become more and more courageous, otherwise how to achieve great things in the future! ”

Zhong Zilu was drunk by Chen Zheng, and he woke up a little like a dream, and said: "Brother Chen woke up the person in the dream with a word, please give me advice!" ”

"I'll tell you, you write it!" Chen Zhengdao.

Although Chen Zheng has learned calligraphy, he writes too slowly, and now the time is pressing, so he must hurry up.

Zhong Zilu picked up the pen, filled the ink, and waited for Chen Zheng to speak.

"The chilling cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break." Chen Zheng said softly.

As soon as Zhong Zilu heard it, he felt that his eyes lit up, and in just twelve words, the background of the whole poem was clearly introduced, and the tone of the whole poem was established.

……

"Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, I was speechless and choked."

……

"Where to wake up tonight, the willow shore is dawning and the moon is waning."

……

Zhong Zilu listened and wrote at the same time, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

It was written so beautifully!

Finally, the pen fell, and Zhong Zilu finished writing the whole poem.

It's a song "Yulin Bell", not a particularly obscure word card, as long as you memorize the words, it's no problem.

Zhong Zilu didn't have time to thank Chen Zheng, so he took the ink and left in a hurry.

Chen Zheng didn't think it was wrong, now that Mu Yang was almost finished singing, it would take a while just to memorize the words.

However, Chen Zheng immediately thought that Meng Junzhu would block a gauze tent in front of him, watching the lyrics and singing, and others didn't know.

Mu Yang was gone, but the two familiar gauze tents were not closed.

The zither rings and the flute sounds!

With the unison exclamations of the spectators of Yanyu Building, Meng Junzhu appeared on the second floor in a white dress!

No one expected that Meng Junzhu would show his true face.

"Ahh It's so beautiful, I changed my mind, I want to support Meng Junzhu! ”

"Meng Junzhu, it's Meng Junzhu! Ah, I'm dead! ”

A simple appearance caused such a sensation, and Chen Zhengdu felt a little, as if there was no need to take out a palace-level word like Yulinling.