Filial piety, the foundation of virtue, the place of teaching. Filial piety is the foundation of a person's virtue, and a person with such filial piety will not be bad in virtue.

Although this son's words and deeds were inappropriate in the examination room, for the sake of his filial piety, Zhou Xuezheng did not plan to pursue it further.

Zhou Xuezheng doesn't want to be investigated, it doesn't mean that others don't want to be investigated, although the students and scholars in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were shocked by Zhu Ping'an's farewell just now, but it was just a moment, and after thinking about it, I couldn't help but find that there were many loopholes.

Although the poem is good, it is a paragraph that intercepts Ruan Lang's return to fill in the lyrics, which does not show the true level, and besides, no matter how well he explains, it cannot prove that this farewell is made by himself. Age and this word are too incompatible, not like it at all.

Many people still classify Zhu Ping'an's first word as someone else's knife.

Because of this kind of thinking, people are unwilling to let Zhu Ping'an fish in troubled waters go by, and they are unwilling to let Zhou Xuezheng be deceived by this person.

Besides, many people have made poems just now, but the limelight seems to have been released by Zhu Ping'an, and few students and scholars are willing, this is a good opportunity to perform in front of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others.

Therefore, some people suggested that since it was a poetry meeting, it would be better to ask Zhou Xuezheng and others to come up with a topic, limit the composition of poems, and select the best works to be bound into a book, which can be regarded as leaving a good memory for this poetry meeting.

Although there is no first martial arts and no second, but everyone is strong, who doesn't have a competitive heart, and the students in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties obviously don't mean to drink. As soon as the man's proposal was proposed, everyone was furious and nodded their heads in applause.

Zhou Xuezheng was also very happy about this, and lowered his head slightly to discuss a few words with Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others next to him, and then decided on the topic.

The topic is not difficult, but it is not so easy to write something new.

"Yongxue"

When all the students heard about this topic, their faces were happy, and everyone was no stranger to this topic, and they were all puffed up to write a good Yongxue poem to leave a good impression in front of Zhou Xuezheng and others.

When Zhu Ping'an heard someone propose to write a poem, he understood their intentions, which were nothing more than to become famous and make a fool of themselves. The Qing Dynasty and later generations wrote poems about snow are not a few, and they can take out a capital at will so that those people can steal chickens and rice, and they are busy fulfilling themselves, but they are only a teenager after all, and the farewell just now has put themselves on the cusp of the storm, and if you do it again, I am afraid that it will be roasted on the fire, too much, or don't want it.

The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing the poems just got the farewell song before Zhu Ping'an at this time, and she couldn't wait to watch it when she first started, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, glanced at the poems, and then looked at the young man at the table

At this time, some of the students and scholars present had already written poems, and their faces were proud.

As usual, the poems were copied in several copies, given their names, and passed on to the public.

With the first, there is the second, and after all the students were unwilling, they shared their Yongxue poems with everyone one after another.

From time to time, there are students who share their Yongxue poems, including good poems, and there are not good level trials, one by one Yongxue poems are passed to everyone, who can get up and say if they have any views on one of the poems, and comment with everyone.

Zhou Xuezheng and Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others sat on the table, accompanied by poems, and whenever they saw a better Yongxue poem, they would take a sip of wine, laugh and talk a few words in a low voice, and comment on it.

"Well, this one is a masterpiece, and the clouds are sad and the remnants go down to the balcony, but the chaos is out of the way. The light is red with the moon, and the flowers compete for the cold plum. Fly with Yingke's singing voice, and scatter the palace to dance back with her sleeves. Its bosom friend does not meet, Yanxi Chengxing for the king to Li Gong, Zhao Gong, if there is no other poem, this poem can barely be regarded as the top work of this poetry meeting, Tongcheng Xia Luoming, but it can be regarded as a material that can be made. ”

Zhou Xuezheng took a sip of wine and shared the masterpiece he saw with Zhao Lao Li next to him.

"Well, yes, yes, big open and close, but there is no lack of detail, the moonlight and cold plums are used for it, and there is no lack of dictionaries in the meantime, yes, today this poem is afraid to be in the limelight." Li Lao looked at the Yongxue poem of Tongcheng Xia Luoming handed over by Zhou Xuezheng, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Zhao Lao next to him twisted his beard and smiled, "Hahaha, don't draw your conclusions too early, this one in my hand is worse than you." Well, it was made by Wang Jin of Taihu Lake. The breeze shook the trees, and the snow fell through the gaps. The sky is like a mist, and the condensation steps are like flowers. I don't see the willow spring, but I see the white cinnamon branches. Zero tears are inhumane, what good is lovesickness"

Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao and others also laughed when they heard this, "What Zhao Lao said is very true, I will wait and wait before making a conclusion, but if there is no other masterpiece, I am afraid that today's leader will have to choose from these two articles." ”

Xia Luoming from Tongcheng heard Zhou Xuezheng and others' evaluation of his Yongxue poems, and glanced at Zhu Ping'an with an arrogant face.

However, Wang Jin from Taihu Lake didn't react much, laughing and talking with others, and his face did not change.

Xia Luoming was quite disdainful of Zhu Ping'an at this time, and everyone almost finished writing, but Zhu Ping'an still didn't say a word.

At Xia Luoming's suggestion, several students from Tongcheng County walked towards Zhu Ping'an with wine glasses.

"Your Excellency, why haven't you put pen to paper?"

The students from Tongcheng County looked at Zhu Ping'an with mockery and asked loudly.

This voice attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm not good at writing poetry, and I'm just conjuring up one sentence at the moment." Zhu Ping'an looked honest, and honestly admitted that he just thought of a sentence.

When the students around heard this, they all laughed, one sentence, for such a long time, you have conceived a sentence!

In particular, the students in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties ridiculed even louder, and they have been looking forward to it for a long time.

Haha, you fox is finally showing its tail.

The farewell poem just now was someone else's knife, otherwise why can't you write it now just a simple Yongxue poem.

Zhou Xuezheng and the others also looked over, unlike other students, there was no ridicule in their eyes, but some expectations. That farewell poem, it can't be someone else's knife, how can such a literary talent be willing to catch a knife for a teenager, let alone overheard from elsewhere, such a good poem will be widely circulated as soon as it comes out, why haven't I heard it until now. Therefore, they still have some expectations for Zhu Ping'an.

"One sentence, just one sentence, write it out for everyone to see." Students in Tongcheng and other counties coaxed.

"How to make a poem in a sentence, forget it." Zhu Ping'an shook his head.

"It's okay, write it quickly." The students in Tongcheng and other counties will naturally not finish it like this, and they are still waiting for Zhu Ping'an to make a fool of themselves.

"Well, then I'll make up a few words for a while, and please don't be surprised. There is really only one sentence that can be seen, and it is not intended to deceive everyone. Before writing, Zhu Ping'an repeatedly emphasized to everyone that he said in advance that his poem was only conceived of one of the sentences, and the others were all improvised thoughts, not intentionally deceiving and teasing everyone, in short, just to say hello in advance.

"Alright, let's write it, we can't wait." Everyone was not interested in what Zhu Ping'an said, and urged again and again.

Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Ping'an began to put pen to paper, and everyone gathered around to see what the first-class high-ranking talent who had conceived a sentence had written.

After the first sentence was written, everyone couldn't stand up with laughter.

I saw this sentence on the snow-white rice paper:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces"

Someone with good deeds read Zhu Ping'an's sentence aloud, and then there was a burst of laughter: I'll go, are you also a poem, one, two, three, four, you count, hey, my heart hurts when I laugh. It won't be five, six, seven, or eight next, no, laughing hurts me.

"It's just an improvisation, it's not what I've in mind." Zhu Ping'an lightly defended himself amid the ridicule of everyone.

Everyone scoffed at this, pull it down, we are just making up, and we are ten million times stronger than you.

"Write the second sentence." The crowd urged.

In the midst of everyone's urging and ridicule, Zhu Ping'an wrote another sentence.

This time, everyone's laughter is even louder, and many people can't stand up with laughter anymore, and they can't stop beating their chests.

"Five, six, seven, eight, hahahaha, your number is really chic, hahaha"

In the ridicule of everyone, Zhu Ping'an's voice seemed very weak, "I also made up the number of words." ”

Make up your sister, make up, can you write poetry, it's really funny to me.

In the ridicule of everyone, Zhu Ping'an's third poem was also written.

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces"

Everyone was powerless to complain, and the tears of laughter were about to come out, if it weren't for being a scholar, they would have rolled on the ground with laughter.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, counting in the future does not rhyme, and it takes tens of millions of countless people, which is really funny.

If you say that the farewell song in front of you is not someone else's knife, who believes it. Everyone was already thinking about how Zhou Xuezheng and the others were angry, and how Lord Fuzun was doing.

"Well, that's what I came up with." Zhu Ping'an habitually reminded everyone before writing. 、

Write it! Everyone laughed and urged.

I've warned you all, don't blame me for playing tricks on you! Don't put me in the category of Nguyen.

"Flying into the reeds and never seeing them"

After Zhu Ping'an's sentence was written, the good man habitually read it out loud again, and after reading it, the whole person reacted, this sentence seemed to be different from the previous sentences, and then the whole person was not good.

Nima

Why after the first few sentences, adding this sentence, there is a feeling of finishing touch.

After Zhu Ping'an's last line of poetry was written, everyone's ridicule stopped abruptly again.

The last line of the poem seems to bring the whole poem to life.

Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others glanced at each other, tonight's masterpiece seems to be difficult to choose, but it doesn't seem to be difficult to choose.

For a while, the Amazing Fairy Poetry Club was quiet.

(The update is a little late, a long chapter, to apologize)

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