"Let's use poetry first, with poetry as the theme, although the length is shorter, it really can't be compared with some classics, but because of the small number of words, it is more incisive.

Whether a person's thoughts, aspirations, feelings, and knowledge can be integrated into a small poem is the ultimate test of a person's talent. Lin Bin announced, and looked at Chu Yi unexpectedly after speaking.

Others may not know, but Lin Bin knows Chu Yi's details, and the once popular "Song of Stopping Water" was created by this person.

"The secluded and desolate county wind, the mighty sky!

Humaren is rampant and has never been subordinated!

When the barbarians are in shock, they refuse to bow slightly!

The eternal heroic spirit hates, and it is leisurely in the water! ”

Lin Bin thought lightly, and when he showed Chu Yi switching to the north and south and breaking the edge of the enemy army, he couldn't help but ponder again.

Since ancient times, the laity can compose poems, the literati can compose poems, and the ordinary people can sing a few crooked poems.

The poems of heroes and heroes are majestic and ambitious, which is the truth.

What kind of person is you, you will know when you listen to the poem.

In the field, literati and ink writers poured alcohol violently, preparing to have a "hundred poems about fighting wine".

In less than half an hour, in order to take the lead in the field of speed, the Confucian scholars sent one masterpiece after another to Lin Bin and Wang Lu.

However, I saw Lin Bin shaking his head again and again, and sighed to Wang Lu: "There is no one in the follow-up, only Wang Yuxian's nephew and Chen Fengxian's nephew are considered superior." ”

Wang Lu looked at the juniors around him who were drunk and had a red face and thick neck, and shook his head again and again, secretly annoyed in his heart, saying that the poem was not made, but the good wine of my prime minister's house was drunk a lot by you.

When the Confucian scholars heard Lin Bin speak, their faces turned even redder, of course, not drunk, but ashamed.

Lin Bin was furious: "This matter represents the same vein of my Central Plains capital, and I can't make up three or five people, do you really want me to wait for the old man to take the stage and not succeed?" ”

After speaking, he angrily glanced at the Confucian scholars in the hall.

"If the teacher takes the stage, he will succeed immediately!" Lin Bin is known as Hongru, of course, he has real talents, and his disciples are innumerable, and they congratulate one after another.

Lin Bin's face darkened, and the field was instantly quiet.

"The talent of the lord is not as good as his subordinates."

In the meantime, Xi Zhicai was chatting with Chu Yi about something, and Xi Zhicai said with admiration, Chu Yi, as the soul of reincarnation, is naturally higher than Xi Zhicai, and several cosmological theories coaxed Xi Zhicai into a daze.

This compliment would have been fine when it was noisy, but this time it was silent and heard by many.

Wang Yu was displeased, and saw that Chu Yi and Xi Zhicai didn't listen to Lin Bin's words, so he said with a sneering face: "General Chu is young and talented, I don't know if there are any poems to offer?" ”

Looking at Wang Yu's beaten face, Chu Yi's right arm moved, remembering his backstage Wang Lu, and finally couldn't help but not smash it on Wang Yu's face.

"If you are shallow in your studies, you won't be ugly."

Chu Yi was really not interested, he had actually been staring at some young talents on the way, asking the Chaos Roulette Wheel to test their abilities, but it was a big disappointment for him.

There is also a lack of interest in the so-called title of the world's famous people.

"Jun Yao, how about you make a poem and give me a comment? If you do a good job, I will let you represent my Beijing Department to participate in the Confucian Conference to lecture on the scriptures. ”

At this time, Wang Lu spoke, and said in his heart that the person next to you will give you a chance, otherwise don't say that the old man took the money and didn't do anything.

The Wenru Conference has never been held in a thousand years, so what is the significance of participating in the first Wenru Conference?

Even illiterate people know that fame and fame are praised all over the world, just now!

If Chu Yi can make some achievements at the Wenru Conference, or even become a blockbuster, then when he competes for hegemony in the future, the people of the world will bow down without bowing their heads.

Chu Yi heard Wang Lu's name, hesitated for a moment, and felt that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages when he thought about it.

Calm, don't be presumptuous.

He really doesn't know much about poetry, but he can "plagiarize" and not break the law.

"Yes, Eun-sang."

Chu Yi sat down, and after speaking, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem quickly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help pacing.

Lin Bin and Wang Lu saw Chu Yi's thick eyebrows frowning slightly, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, and they looked thoughtful, and they were also a little looking forward to it in their hearts.

As soon as the seven steps were set, Chu Yi's eyebrows flashed, and he said: "The people in the army will present it with a military poem "Breaking the Array". ”

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death! ”

Chu Yi looked up at the sky, paced back and forth between the banquets, and spit out the poems with the feelings in his heart, and he was a group of Confucian scholars, and after feeling it, they were all enthusiastic.

Lin Bin's face was full of red light, and he nodded again and again: "A good seven-step poem, a good one, but the king of the world, won the name before and after his death!" ”

Wang Lu asked: "The horse-made Lu is fast, but what is this Lu?" ”

Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Lu, that is, BMW, crossing the water and climbing the mountain, just waiting for leisure." ”

Lin Bin praised again: "Jun Yao is really eight buckets high, but this poem makes the old man have endless aftertaste." ”

Wang Lu nodded in agreement.

After a while, Wang Lu said again: "Can Jun Yao compose a poem on the topic of today's prosperous era?" ”

Chu Yi's face was silent, but he was secretly scolding in his heart, the people of the world were expropriated by this faint king, making the people miserable, especially in the western frontier, which can be described as two or three hundred miles, without chickens and dogs barking, and still prosperous?

However, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Chu Yi saluted and said indifferently: "What's so difficult about this." ”

After speaking, all the Confucian scholars came back to their senses from that poem, replied enthusiastically, and glared at Chu Yi angrily.

Wang Lu was also full of interest and made a look of invitation.

"The title of the poem is "Tianyong".

"Tianyong Avenue is narrow and sloping, and the green ox and white horse are seven incense cars.

The jade chariot crossed the main house, and the golden whip flocked to the Hou family.

The dragon title covers the sunrise, and the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset.

A hundred-foot gossamer competes around the tree, and a group of delicate birds resonate with flowers. ”

A poem praising the prosperity of Tianyong was slowly spit out, and the meaning of this poem was more jerky and difficult to understand than that of "Breaking the Array".

It was Lin Bin, who had secretly thought about it for a long time, and only then did he understand it, secretly praising Chu Yi's talent, and the rest of the Confucian scholars were still thinking hard.

"Jun Yao......" Wang Lu opened his mouth to say something.

A poem appeared in Chu Yi's mind again, and he hurriedly said: "Chu Yi once wandered around the city and thought of a poem, also known as "Tianyong". ”

"Hundreds of thousands of homes are like a game of Go, and the twelve streets are like planting vegetables.

Distant recognition slightly into the morning fire, a star five doors west. ”

One praises the grand occasion of Tianyong City, and the other praises the neat planning of Tianyong City, although it does not directly say that the Dayong Dynasty is prosperous, but the truth is more charming.

There are three poems in a row, although it has been said that the third poem was thought of earlier, but the first poem becomes a poem in seven steps, and the second poem is a thought.

Lin Bin and Wang Lu's faces changed, and the Confucian scholars were even more shocked.

Zhente mother's ...... Talent.