"How is that possible?"

"Even Wei Gongzi can't guess it, how can this kid guess?"

"That's it, Meng, right?"

The onlookers suddenly burst into a heckle, obviously everyone disagreed that this answer was Liu Xie's own idea.

Among them, Wei Zhongdao is the most active, and it seems that he wants to mix in the crowd and bring rhythm.

But Liu Xie didn't let him go, and took a deep look at Wei Zhongdao, Wei Zhongdao was shouted lower and lower by Liu Xie, and slowly retreated into the crowd.

Cai Yan stood up at this time, and said with a smile: "I wonder if Gongzi can explain how he guessed the riddle?" ”

To be honest, even Cai Yan was a little curious, whether Liu Xie was really knowledgeable and guessed or what everyone said.

Seeing everyone's gazes, most of which were jokes, Liu Xie couldn't help but sneer in his heart and said, "Okay, let you know why you can't guess are 'fools'." ”

Sure enough, Liu Xie's words angered everyone again, and they all glared at Liu Xie angrily.

The more others want to see their jokes, the less they will be able to fulfill their wishes, especially when they see them glaring at him, Liu Xie's heart is relieved.

Just when everyone thought that Liu Xie was bluffing, they only heard Liu Xie's voice sound again: "If I guessed correctly, the story told by Miss Cai is related to Zuo Botao and Sheep's Horn Mourning in the Spring and Autumn Period." ”

Hearing Liu Xie's words, Cai Yan's eyes suddenly had a little more light, but he didn't expect Liu Xie to really be able to guess it.

Glancing at the people who were still confused, Liu Xie couldn't help but explain: "Zuo Botao and Yang Jiao are friends, and when I heard that the king of Chu knew people and was good, they went to them together.

In the rain and snow on the way, the dry food is insufficient, and it is expected that it will not be able to have both.

After the sheep's horns mourned into Chu, he was the doctor, so he Qishu sent Bo Tao's corpse to be reburied, and committed suicide and martyrdom. ”

"We're not here to hear your story, what does that have to do with that?" After listening to Liu Xie's story, some elm heads who still hadn't been able to react asked stupidly.

At the same time, Liu Xie glanced at Wei Zhongdao, and saw that Wei Zhongdao's face was pale at this time, thoughtful, obviously understanding what he meant.

Liu Xie secretly said in his heart that this thing has some talent, at least it is better than these people who are still asking.

Before Liu Xie could speak, he saw a Confucian scholar who looked a little older but stroked his palm and said: "This is the power of Miss Cai, Miss Cai has found another way to use the historical events of the Spring and Autumn Period to make puzzles."

"Sheep", "left" end to intersect, can become the word "poor", and because the center of the "poor" stroke and a skimming is "sheep", "left" two words share, the riddle is specially used "one heart" to imply, it is really a witty pun, clever can not be ordered.

Although the text of this puzzle is like a fortune classic, the bottom of the buckle is a white description, wanting to be positive and negative, and confusing. From the onomatopoeic technique, the artistic means of dismantling are revealed; As far as the words are concerned, it is the ups and downs of the mystery. What a mystery! What a mystery! ”

After hearing Confucianism's explanation, everyone suddenly realized at this time, and the more they reminisced, the more they felt the ingenuity and profundity of this mystery.

"Just guessing riddles, Xiaodao'er, the slave family is not worthy of such praise, but this son can guess without any prompting, which shows the wealth of knowledge, and the slave family is obedient." At this time, Cai Yan said humbly again.

"Hmph, that's it, guessing is just a trail, what does that mean? It's this brother, do you dare to try poetry with Brother Wei? At this time, the Confucian scholars who supported Wei Zhongdao saw that they had fallen behind in the riddle, and took advantage of the situation to ask Liu Xie.

"Oh? What's so hard about that? I don't know if this Wei Gongzi you are talking about will dare to fight? Seeing that someone was knocking on the door, of course Liu Xie would not retreat, and at the same time he took Wei Zhongdao's army.

Liu Xie can be seen that although he has not directly confronted Wei Zhongdao today, all the difficulties for himself are from Wei Zhongdao's handwriting.

This kid has been hiding behind the crowd, wilting and bad, and has been tinkering.

Wu has already played before, and since he is playing with Wen today, Liu Xie will completely smash Wei Zhongdao's psychological defense line on top of the text.

was named by Liu Xie, Wei Zhongdao could no longer hide behind everyone, and walked out a little reluctantly.

Seeing Wei Zhongdao come out, Liu Xie couldn't help but say: "Wei Gongzi, since we are trying to write poems, then we need to clarify the rules first." ”

"You can rest assured about this, Miss Cai will make the question, you and I will each write a poem, and then ask Miss Cai to judge on behalf of you after it is completed." Hearing Liu Xie's words, Wei Zhongdao looked at ease.

It seems that Wei Zhongdao seems to have a certain degree of attainment in poetry, otherwise he would not suddenly be so confident.

Seeing Wei Zhongdao's appearance, Liu Xie sneered in his heart, if you are not afraid of you, you are afraid that you are stupid, so many poems for thousands of years, which can be handed down, can burst Wei Zhongdao's self-confidence if you take out a poem casually.

"Since the two sons are ready, the slave family will come up with a question, and the topic is - years." Seeing that Liu Xie and Wei Zhongdao were ready, Cai Yan couldn't help but speak.

And because everyone was guessing the lantern riddles, there was no shortage of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in the field, and Liu Xie and Wei Zhongdao were divided into sets.

Although the paper of this era is very precious, most of the people present are the children of the gate lord clan, and a few pieces of paper can still afford to consume.

As soon as Cai Yan's words fell, I saw Liu Xie pick up the pen and write the paper.

Seeing Liu Xie's reaction so quickly, there were bursts of exclamations among the onlookers, and even Cai Yan had an unconcealable surprise on his face.

"It must be a fool, where is there such a person with such quick thinking."

"Wei Gongzi has won!"

The onlookers all had their own subjective judgments and had a heated discussion.

And Wei Zhongdao in the field couldn't help but sneer on his face when he saw Liu Xie write it after a little thought, and his heart was even more victorious.

About a cup of tea, Wei Zhongdao had already finished writing.

Wei Zhongdao looked at Liu Xie, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, and secretly said that he was fooling himself by being so sloppy, this King of Bohai was probably fooled by the people around him on weekdays, and he didn't know how many catties and taels he had.

So he suddenly had a plan in his heart and said: "Why don't you come out later, let this brother's poem read it to everyone first?" ”

Hearing what Wei Zhongdao said, Liu Xie couldn't help but sneer in his heart, Wei Zhongdao's move was nothing more than thinking that the poems he made were not as good as him, and he was afraid that he would not dare to say it if he said it first, and it would not have the shocking effect of contrast.

That's why I want to let myself compose poems first, and then he will amaze the audience, hehe, it's a good calculation.

Cai Yan Bingxue couldn't guess how she was smart, and said to Liu Xie with some embarrassment: "I don't know the son..."

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as Wei Gongzi doesn't dare to say it after my poem is exported." Liu Xie said confidently.

"Cut~"

Liu Xie's words caused bursts of boos from the surrounding people, obviously thinking that he was bragging again.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric!

For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable.

How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples.

I have guests, drummers and shengs.

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done?

Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists.

Talking about the old kindness.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. ”

As soon as the poem came out, everyone was shocked!