Speaking of this, Huang Liu paused, he also asked his father's master to teach him, but this passage was too long, he memorized it well in the front, but he forgot about it in the back, so he had to scratch his head and continue: "I specially asked my father's master to teach me, and the level of writing poetry is ...... It's as high as eight buckets of rice (the master is talking about eight buckets of high), this is the first poetry collection published by this son, please cold girl axe... Chop it with an axe! (What the master said is to ask the cold girl to axe) ......"

Guo Zhiyuan on the side almost laughed out loud when he heard it, this yellow stream is really strange to the extreme, he doesn't learn and has no skills, he still wants to be vassal, the first half of the words can barely pretend to be like, and the second half of the words are directly exposed, at this level, he still wants to pursue cold string condensation, it's just like a toad who wants to eat swan meat!

Chu Wan'er behind him endured even harder, lowered her head against Guo Zhiyuan's shoulder, and shook it, fortunately, she still knew the severity, and she couldn't help it and bit Guo Zhiyuan's shoulder, Guo Zhiyuan grinned in pain, and didn't dare to scream, turned around and glared at her fiercely!

The two pretty maids standing in front of Leng Xian Ning didn't have so many scruples, and laughed out loud directly, and one of the younger maids covered their mouths and smiled: "Miss, you're just afraid that you're going to be disappointed, what good poems can such a straw bag make?" Then Ah Yue and I can also be poets, and there are so many sycophants, I almost vomit when I hear it! ……”

"Don't be rude! Take Huang Gongzi's poetry collection, I'll take a look at it......" Leng Xianning frowned and reprimanded the maid, the maid pursed her lips, and reluctantly took the poetry collection from Huang Liu's hand and handed it to Leng Xianning.

Leng Xianning took the book of "Autumn Stream Collection" and flipped through it, his pretty face was completely cold, he closed the poetry collection, threw it into the lake on the side, stood up suddenly, and said coldly: "I think it's better to feed the fish for these poems!" The little girl held a poetry meeting not to be a vassal and elegant, everyone is a famous person in Fuzhou, but they can only slap their beards and horses, and they have no backbone, and they even tout such nonsense poems, isn't it insulting to Sven? The little woman is not talented, but she also disdains it! If there are all such characters in Fuzhou Shilin, this poem will not be done! ......" After saying that, she flicked her long sleeves and prepared to leave!

Everyone was blushing by Leng Xianning's outspokenness, and they couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, Huang Liu is face was pale, Leng Xianning's face was too ruthless, when had he been so humiliated, if it weren't for the background of the Leng family, he was afraid that he would have a seizure on the spot!

Guo Zhiyuan was anxious when he saw that Leng Xianning was leaving, the purpose of his trip was to get the opportunity to meet Huang Yihua through this Huang Liugongzi, if Leng Xianning left like this, this Huang Liuzi would definitely be annoyed and angry, and he would go to him again to tell him about meeting Huang Sihua, he was afraid that not only would he not help, but he would also be angry with himself, then it would be completely useless! So although he was also very disdainful of this yellow stream, he had to stand up and help him round the field at this time.

Thinking of this, Guo Zhiyuan hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Miss Leng, please stay!" ……”

Leng Xianning stopped and looked at Guo Zhiyuan, she also recognized that Guo Zhiyuan was the young man who had just seen her face outside the attic where she lived, and the situation at that time made her think that Guo Zhiyuan was stealing. Peep, now that he has appeared here again, he naturally regards him as a raccoon dog like Huang Liu, and he is more and more disgusted, and said coldly: "What does this son have to say?" ……”

Guo Zhiyuan already had a plan in his heart, so he didn't care about Leng Xianning's indifference, and said with a slight smile: "I think Miss Leng's understanding of poetry is biased, the world mostly pursues the beauty of poetry and neatness, but because of this, I forgot the most important true meaning of poetry!" ……”

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked, but his remarks were deviant to the people of this era, if the poetry is not beautiful and the battle is not neat, is it still called poetry? If it weren't for Guo Zhiyuan at this time, he would be in the Huangliu round, but I am afraid that many people would have to ridicule him.

Leng Xianning glanced at Guo Zhiyuan thoughtfully, and said coldly: "What does the son think is the most important true meaning of poetry?" ……”

Guo Zhiyuan waited for Leng Xianning's sentence, and continued to talk eloquently: "I think the most important true meaning of poetry is true feelings, if there is no true feelings, no matter how beautiful the poem is, it is just a disease-free moan. Singing, feeling the flowers splash tears, hating farewell birds frightened, only poems with true feelings can move people, such as Huang Gongzi's "Autumn Stream Collection" in the first song 'Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big, there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake, there are toads on the lotus, a poke and a jump jump', although there is no gorgeous rhetoric, but with a sense of truth, so that we can feel Huang Gongzi's heart with a childlike innocence, which is like the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Xiangshan (Note: refers to Bai Juyi, Bai Juyi word Lotte, number Xiangshan Jushi. Bai Xiangshan writes poems, the old woman can understand, otherwise she will change it, and Huang Gongzi's poems are similar! ……”。

Everyone's eyes lit up all of a sudden, dare to love this is the real master of sycophancy! actually said that Huang Liu's bullshit poem can be compared with Bai Juyi's poem, and Huang Liu, who originally looked at Guo Zhiyuan with a look of surprise, looked at him a little unpleasantly before, but at this time he couldn't wait to be a brother with him, only Xu Guangqi, Yin Suiqi and a few other people heard that Guo Zhiyuan was not all sycophants, and praising Huang Liu for having a childlike heart is not ironic that he is as mentally retarded as a child who has never read? Of course, they don't say anything, they just nod and smile.

Leng Xianning also couldn't see through Guo Zhiyuan, he was obviously helping Huang Liu speak, but he seemed to have a pun, some of which seemed to be strong words, but what he said was quite new and thought-provoking, so he groaned and didn't speak.

Guo Zhiyuan saw that Leng Xianning didn't speak, but he didn't mean to leave again, he knew that his words had worked, and hurriedly hit the railroad while it was hot: "Shicai Leng girl didn't finish reading Huang Gongzi's "Autumn Stream Collection" and threw it away, it's really a bit arbitrary, Huang Gongzi didn't learn poetry for a long time, but he is quite spiritual about poetry, if the girl is patient to read it, you will see a lot of good poems that make people shine, if the girl doesn't believe it, I remember one of them, although it is shallow, but the meaning is long, the girl is willing to listen? ……”

Leng Xianning nodded slightly, and the green jade hand flicked forward, making a gesture of please.

Guo Zhiyuan cleared his throat and recited: "The name of this poem is "Yongxue": one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight and ninety pieces, ......."

Everyone originally guessed that Guo Zhiyuan was probably going to use the method of mixing the fish with pearls, and take a poem by someone else to pretend to be a poem of Huang Liu, so as to help Huang Liu round the field, but they were all stunned when they heard him read these two sentences, this poem is as straightforward as Huang Liu's poem, could it really be made by Huang Liu? Everyone knows the level of Huang Liu's poetry, so why does Guo Zhiyuan still read it? Do you continue to slap your face?