"Uh, can you please repeat what I just said, I was distracted just now"

Just now, he was engrossed in pondering which delicacy to taste next, and was called by his name, Zhu Ping'an didn't hear what the man said clearly for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks, raise his head and ask the man. {We don't write novels, we're just web text porters-

But I didn't want to, I looked up and was surprised to find that almost everyone here was staring at me, uh, this is the largest and most sumptuous banquet I have seen since I arrived in the Ming Dynasty, I just want to taste it, no

"You are Zhu Ping'an, a high-ranking talent in Huaining County, we all made poems to share with everyone, you have not said a word, but you look down on us?" The student who stepped forward repeated what he had just said, and deliberately used the vernacular to satirize Zhu Ping'an's lack of ink and his inability to understand the literary language.

Many people also coaxed and asked Zhu Ping'an to make a poem to share with everyone.

"Oh, poetry."

Zhu Ping'an repeated softly, then shook his head lightly, and said modestly, "I'm not very good at composing poetry, so forget it." ”

Oops

I'll go

Not good at writing poetry

You're pretty honest, huh

But if you think that this will prevent you from writing poetry, you are very wrong! Inevitably underestimating us.

The student who stepped forward had a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, and arched his hand: "Your Excellency is too modest, a well-known first-class talent, young and promising, I don't know who I don't know, please don't shirk." ”

"That's right, don't shirk it, the poem you made in the Ten Mile Pavilion that was bitten by a snake and smelled a bird, well, that, that is quite refreshing to us."

Someone next to him immediately echoed him, and the words pointed to the infamous poem about being bitten by a snake and smelling a bird that Zhu Ping'an once made in the Ten Mile Long Pavilion, and at the end he used a refreshing joke to make people laugh.

For a while, there was laughter and laughter in the building.

The singer who was in charge of singing poetry in the poetry club, Meimu looked at the young man who was criticized by everyone with sympathy, the young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and was ridiculed and criticized like this, and the singer couldn't help but sympathize, the weak and the weak, most of them were sympathetic.

"Once I was bitten by a snake, I heard birds crying everywhere. Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, a line of egrets is in the blue sky hahaha, and it is catchy. ”

Someone read aloud the poems that Zhu Ping'an once made, accompanied by laughter.

The beautiful singer who is responsible for singing poetry, this is also the first time to hear Zhu Ping'an's poems, in order to please the guests, the singer in the laughter occasion has worked the poetry and songs, at this moment I listened to Zhu Ping'an's poems read by others, I can't help but be disappointed, people of this level can still pass the county examination high school list, think about it, only rely on the influence of family history to make sense, I thought it was sympathy, but I didn't want to be just a gentleman, the singer looked at Zhu Ping'an's gaze with a little contempt.

Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others also frowned and looked at Zhu Ping'an, their faces were very unpleasant.

Everyone coaxed with this poem and asked Zhu Ping'an to compose another poem.

A fellow villager sitting next to Zhu Ping'an was worried that Zhu Ping'an didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, and was afraid that his scandal would be too serious and affect the reputation of Huaining County, so he whispered to Zhu Ping'an, and motioned to Zhou Xuezheng and the others over there with his eyes.

So that's the case, Zhu Ping'an swept around the crowd, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

"Oh, that poem, but I made it in jest."

Zhu Ping'an only got up when everyone was laughing, he seemed to be a little embarrassed, he smiled innocently, and said very sincerely.

Ga

The laughter of the crowd stopped abruptly, and the poems you laughed at for a long time were simply the outlets for people to deliberately joke and make people happy.

But soon, I laughed again.

There is some self-deprecation in the laughter, it's really funny, I was almost deceived by this young man, jokes, you say jokes are jokes, it must be an excuse to shirk.

"Is it a joke?" The student who stepped forward had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through Zhu Ping'an's little tricks.

"Well, when I left my relatives in the Ten Mile Long Pavilion, I saw that everyone was depressed, so I wrote that joke casually, but it just eased the atmosphere."

Zhu Ping'an's tone was very sincere, but in the eyes of everyone, it was a bluff.

Everyone will look at Zhu Ping'an with strange eyes, and if the poems are not good, they will say that they made jokes, which is also too shameless.

The student who stepped forward was also a talented and quick thinker, and as soon as Zhu Ping'an's voice fell, he followed Zhu Ping'an's words and said:

"Oh, that seems like a joke."

At this point, the words suddenly turned

"Then please make a poem seriously now, let me wait to open my eyes."

When everyone heard the words of the student who stepped forward, they couldn't help but shout "color" in their hearts, that's it, haha, you said you made it as a joke, so let's take a look at it now, hahaha

With the spear of the son, the shield of the attacker.

The student who stepped forward left a good impression in the minds of everyone, and even in the minds of Zhou Xuezheng and Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others, seeing the appreciative eyes of Zhou Xuezheng and others, the student who stepped forward couldn't help but feel wise about his decision.

Opportunities are created by people.

The students who stepped forward were satisfied with their decision-making, and at this moment, they felt a lot more cute and pleasing to the eye when they looked at Zhu Ping'an's wine bag and rice bag.

"Seriously do it"

"Make one"

Everyone was indignant, and coaxed Zhu Ping'an to make a poem seriously, just waiting to see Zhu Ping'an's jokes, which made Huaining County a big ugly.

Zhou Xuezheng and the others also stared at Zhu Ping'an intently, to see what kind of laughing and generous poems this drunken and rice bag disciple made, and then took them together to meet Lord Fuzun, the imperial examination is a place to select talents for the country, and it is necessary to seriously examine discipline and severely punish this person, and even hold Huaining County Zun accountable, and he must not tolerate a little sand.

"Well, okay."

Zhu Ping'an glanced at everyone and nodded. Everyone is watching themselves, and it would be too ignorant to refuse. Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng's black face, if he doesn't make a poem that satisfies him this time, I'm afraid that he will kill the chicken and show the monkey this time, and don't think about it again in the future. This is not what I want to see, everything is inferior, only reading is high, but I want to go long on this road.

"That snake bite and sniffing bird is a joke version of the Ten Mile Long Pavilion, here's a serious version, well, that's it."

As Zhu Ping'an spoke, he splashed ink and left a poem on the snow-white rice paper.

Master Hongyi, I'm sorry, if you always see this word in modern times hundreds of years later, please scold me less.

After Zhu Ping'an finished writing, he blew the ink slightly, and then handed the rice paper full of words to the student who stepped forward.

The student smiled mockingly, and he didn't expect anything from the poems handed over by Zhu Ping'an, and the way Zhu Ping'an splashed ink just now was also considered to be a desperate last resort, just a bluff.

The student looked at Zhu Ping'an's poems with mocking eyes, thinking about seeing what kind of poems this "genius" who was bitten by a snake and smelled a bird was forced by himself, and what poems he had made to laugh for thousands of years.

however

Just a glance

The ridicule on the student's face withered, and he looked constipated

What's the matter, everyone is very curious, how can there be such an expression, is it true that the poems made by that "great talent" are so unsightly?

So everyone couldn't help but be curious, laughed, and asked.

The student couldn't say a word, just handed the rice paper in his hand to everyone to circulate, and then everyone looked constipated.

When the rice paper was passed to Zhou Xuezheng's hands, the rice paper had been wrinkled by everyone, but the font on it was more and more visible:

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight.

Zhou Xuezheng couldn't take his eyes off the rice paper for a long time

The atmosphere of the Amazing Immortal Poetry Club has become very strange at this time, from the beginning of the poetry meeting, everyone is laughing and laughing, even when laughing at Zhu Ping'an, it is also very lively, but at this moment the atmosphere is a little strange, usually everyone makes a poem, and some people will comment on Yunyun, but at this moment, no one makes a sound, and everyone looks constipated.

(Three more ha,The number of words in this chapter is not too small.,Everyone is reluctant to encourage the collection to recommend it)xh118