A burst of business blowing each other, so that the Jingwangfu drunken white poetry club is full of love, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

The selection of masterpieces is also in the commercial blowing of each other, carried out in an orderly manner, and ten masterpieces have been selected, among which the poems of Yuwangfu are only Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng's works, and the ranking is also behind.

"Your Highness, Lord Zhu Ping'an's full poem has been completed."

In the cheerful atmosphere of King Jing's Mansion, the chamberlain once again held rice paper and presented it to King Jing.

Qian Dongyang noticed it as soon as he entered the door with the rice paper in his hand, but he didn't care about it and ignored it. With the foreshadowing of Zhu Ping'an's first two sentences, now Zhu Ping'an's poems can no longer arouse a ripple in Qian Dongyang's heart.

Xu Pu is still.

Even Li Dongtang, who was the most curious at the poetry meeting, now has no curiosity about the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poems.

In fact, King Jing, who got the rice paper, didn't care at first.

It was precisely because he didn't care that when he fell his eyes on the rice paper and saw the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem, he couldn't help but say "huh" again.

Hearing King Jing's surprised "huh", Qian Dongyang and the others couldn't help but raise their heads from the commercial blowing and looked at the rice paper in King Jing's hand.

Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems are rotten to a new level, right? !

The first two sentences are bad enough, and the last two sentences can be so bad that His Royal Highness King Jing is surprised, the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem won't be a limerick, right?!

Qian Dongyang and the others thought so.

After King Jing read it, he was stunned for a moment, and Fang handed the rice paper in his hand that had not dried to Qian Dongyang, who was closest to him.

After Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, he looked at the poem disapprerovitously.

A pair of Xiangjiang jade looked at it together, and the second concubine had shed tears.

The first half of the poem has already been read, Qian Dongyang glanced at it and turned his gaze to the second half of the poem: The Han family has been in the world for four hundred years, all in the middle of the marquis.

Hey?!

After Qian Dongyang saw the second half of this divine turn, his expression was the same as that of King Jing, and he couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

"Is it that bad?! Mr. Qian, you always let the lower officials open their eyes. ”

Seeing this, Li Dongtang, who was very curious, couldn't help but step forward, his eyes widened with curiosity, and after seeing it, he read it out loud:

A pair of Xiangjiang jade looked at it together, and the second concubine had shed tears.

The Han family has been in the world for 400 years, all in the middle of the marquis!

After reading it, Li Dongtang let out a "sizzle" after realizing it, after having the second half of the poem, this poem can be reborn and the finishing touch, this poem is not an ordinary poem, it is enough to be included in the top ten masterpieces.

It seems that Zhu Ping'an did it on purpose. The first half of the song is tepid, it is paving the way for the second half of the song, the first half of the song is more inconspicuous, the second half of the song is more than the silver bottle bursts through the water slurry, and the iron horse highlights the sound of swords and guns!

After Li Dongtang finished reading, the drunken white poetry club was also quiet.

After a full three seconds, the Drunken White Poetry Club had its voice and discussion again.

It is similar to the pergola poetry meeting, some people think that Zhu Ping'an writes well, Zhuang Yuanlang deserves to be the champion Lang, and there is really a poem for writing; But more people think that Zhu Ping'an is exaggerated and too proud.

"Young man, it's a good thing to be confident, but if you are too confident and arrogant, you will follow in Zhao Kuo's footsteps."

"That's right, there is no hair on the mouth, but the tone is not small."

"The Han family has been in the world for 400 years, all in the middle of a marquis...... A weak-crowned teenager, he really dares to say ......"

"The childishness has not faded, and it is not ashamed to speak out."

This kind of voice of Zhu Ping'an is better than the pergola poetry, they are from Jingwangfu, Zhu Ping'an is from Yuwangfu, the two sides have different positions, and everyone in Jingwangfu is even more reluctant to admit Zhu Ping'an's poems in their hearts and mouths, so diss Zhu Ping'an's voice comes and goes, sentence after sentence.

In fact, speaking of which, Zhu Ping'an is not very old, and it also leaves them with a more obvious handle.

King Jing sat on the main seat, noncommittal, his fingers lightly tapping on the table, as if to the beat of the singer.

Although Xu Pu did not participate in diss Zhu Ping'an, he was still very useful when he heard the words of diss Zhu Ping'an from the people around him, and looked at those who diss Zhu Ping'an with encouraging eyes, and silently encouraged them.

"Young people after all." Qian Dongyang shook his head and sighed.

Qian Dongyang just sighed with emotion, although he didn't say it explicitly, but after everyone heard it, diss Zhu Ping'an diss became more energetic.

"Your Highness......"

In a burst of diss, the chamberlain once again trotted over with a piece of rice paper that had not yet dried.

"Is there anyone next door who writes poetry?"

"Count it up, all the poems next door should have been done, right? The rest are all small fish and shrimp. ”

"What better poetry could there be next door."

The crowd was not very curious about this and did not care.

"Who did it?"

King Jing asked casually before taking the rice paper.

"It's still made by Lord Zhu Ping'an." The waiter offered the ink of rice paper with both hands, and replied with his head bowed.

Zhu Ping'an?!

Zhu Ping'an made it again?! This kid actually made another song?!

Although I don't want to admit it, but in fact, Zhu Ping'an's last poem was already very good, but I didn't expect to make another one? !

When everyone heard this, they fell silent all of a sudden, and Zhu Ping'an's voice disappeared.

This time, no one took Zhu Ping'an's poems lightly.

The same goes for King Jing.

"Huh?!"

After taking the rice paper, when King Jing fell his eyes on the rice paper, he was already ready to pay attention to it, but after seeing Zhu Ping'an's work on the rice paper, King Jing once again didn't control himself, and let out a sound of "um", and then the more he looked down, the more excited King Jing seemed to be, and the rice paper in his hand was a little shaky.

After reading it, King Jing glanced at the direction of Yuwang's Mansion in amazement, and then passed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.

Qian Dongyang noticed that King Jing's expression had changed just now, so he was more prepared, but when he saw the "Young Da Ming Zhi" on rice paper, he still couldn't help but change color in astonishment, and then couldn't help but read the work in his hand:

"If the youth is wise, he will be wise, and if the youth is rich, he will be rich; If the youth is strong, the Ming is strong...... The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified. The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing. The first child of a strange flower, the emperor. The cadres will be hairy, and there will be a man. The sky wears its blue, and the earth wears its yellow. Through the ages, there are eight wildernesses. The future is like the sea, and the future is long. It's beautiful, I'm a young man, and I'm not old! I am a young man of the Ming Dynasty, and the country has no borders! ”

......

As soon as I finished reading it, the whole room was amazed! Everyone was stunned when they heard the thunder, and goosebumps all over their bodies rose when they heard it.

Strong encouragement, strong enterprising spirit, strong appeal, strong Ming pride, strong sense of responsibility...... Even if they are no longer young, but when they listen to it, they can't help but feel excited, enthusiastic, and have an urge to fight for my Daming to stand on the top of the universe for life, let alone listen to it.

It is conceivable that this work will be like lightning, quickly spread throughout the capital, spread throughout the Ming Dynasty, and inspire generations of teenagers.

With this work, it must be famous in the history of the Ming Dynasty!

Everyone only felt that as soon as "Juvenile Da Ming Zhi" came out, all the masterpieces of the Drunken White Poetry Club were eclipsed.