Lu Zheng continued to walk forward, the shadow held the lamp, and everyone's eyes were on him.

Walking to the position of the shadow wall, Lu Zheng only had to take one more step forward, he was about to get out of everyone's sight, and at this moment, the shadow stopped.

"Huh? What's going on? Lu Zheng frowned slightly: "Why don't you leave?"

Ying'er stood still, staring at Lu Zheng, as if she had made a great determination, and plucked up her courage and said, "Gong...... Childe, why don't you write a poem? ”

In the face of such a situation, Lu Zheng can behave very calmly, but Ying'er really doesn't feel good in her heart, especially when she sees that Lu Zheng was so popular when he first came, so many people are chasing him, but now, these people's attitudes have gone to the other extreme.

Ying'er didn't believe that Lu Zheng couldn't write poetry, in her opinion, Lu Zheng did it on purpose. She didn't want Lu Zheng to leave like this, because if she left like this, I don't know how many rumors would arise outside tomorrow! Lu Zheng was already walking on thin ice, but now he really can't withstand too many waves.

Lu Zheng squinted at the shadow, this girl, her temper is strong, she really won't leave!

He smiled lightly and said, "Ying'er, you just saw it, I can't do the question from Lord Song, if I can make a poem, today is a good day for the second uncle, can I not give face to the elders?" ”

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and if you can't do it, you can't moan without illness, and you can't cut your feet to fit your shoes."

Ying'er stared at Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng's words were very sincere, without any sign of falsification, and Ying'er was stunned for a while. Can't you really write poetry? How is this possible?

Ying'er immediately thought of Lu Zheng's study in the past six months, indeed, all of Lu Zheng's energy was devoted to the imperial examination, and he had never written poetry.

Besides, Lord Song's question is really difficult, and Ying'er herself feels that she can't write a poem, maybe Lu Zheng can't really write it, so it's possible.

But Ying'er was still unwilling, she didn't think that these talents present were more powerful than Lu Zheng, in her heart, Lu Zheng was the most powerful.

Not only are these talents in front of them not as good as Lu Zheng, but even these adults present today, including the second master and Steward Cui, they may not be as good as Lu Zheng.

She pondered for a while and said: "Childe, in fact, Lord Song has a lot of topics today, before we came, Lord Song's first topic was 'Snow' without limiting rhyme, and later came out with 'Plum', which is not limited to rhyme, these topics can be used as poems!" ”

Ying'er said very seriously, and at this time, everyone turned their attention to their master and servant, Lu Zheng and Ying'er asked and answered, Ying'er was smart and full of aura, and Lu Zheng was wooden but very kind, compared to his cold attitude just now.

From Lu Zheng's tone, everyone could feel his liking and pampering for this girl.

"I'm not feeling well today, I don't want to compose poetry, okay?" Lu Zheng said.

"Not good! You must compose poems today, otherwise others will gossip, say that you are famous, and that you are a waste of fame, which will be very detrimental to your end! ”

"What they say doesn't count, no one came today, all of them are some white bodies without fame, if the talents in Yangzhou are decided by them, then there will be no talents in Yangzhou!" Lu Zheng's tone was very relaxed and calm, but as soon as he said this, it caused a burst of restlessness.

Many people feel unhappy when they hear such words, but if they think about Lu Zheng's words carefully, they are irrefutable, it is true that the so-called students in the three counties who came today are all white bodies with no merit, and they can't enter the literary world of Yangzhou with their identity, they are all beginners, whether Lu Zheng has the talent to learn or not, their words are a fart.

"But there are so many adults today, Lord Song, Lord Ma, their words are weighty, and Lord Nie is also there. If you leave like this, Lord Nie's heart will not be happy......" Shadow said again.

Both the master and servant had their backs to the courtyard, and they didn't care about it at all, while everyone was listening to their master's and servant's conversation!

Lu Zheng sighed and said, "However, I just compose poems, how can I compose poems without pen and paper?" ”

Ying'er was overjoyed, clapped her hands and said: "As long as you are willing to compose poems, pen and paper are not a problem, not only pen and paper are nothing, I have already invited everyone from Qilan for you, and everyone is willing to play the piano for you!" ”

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, he stared at the shadow, it turned out that the shadow had already been prepared?

Shadow grinned and jumped up with joy, when she suddenly shouted loudly, "Qilan, where are you?" ”

She shouted, the curtain in the side hall was lifted, and a young girl walked out, followed by several maids, one maid holding the piano, and the other maids carrying the table, the table was placed in the courtyard outside the main hall, and immediately spread the rice paper, and then the pen and ink were quickly prepared.

The scene became noisy, the main hall was in chaos, everyone was in a commotion, and in the side hall, Duanmu Wanrong had just returned to the side hall, and when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but exclaim and stood up suddenly.

Qi Lan and everyone saluted Lu Zheng and said, "Knowing that the son wants to write poems, Qi Lan rushed over all the way, almost one step late, what a sin."

Childe, everything is ready for you, you compose poems, Qilan is for you! ”

Lu Zheng stared at Qi Lan, his eyes looked at the shadow again, and suddenly laughed, he laughed together, walked quickly to the front of the case, and said, "You two girls, you are really scheming!" Okay, I'll play with you! ”

He walked to the desk, took the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and said loudly: "Ying'er, what topic did you just say?" ”

Shadow said loudly: "Lord Song's first topic is 'snow'!" ”

Lu Zheng took the pen, muttered slightly for a moment, and then immediately buried his head in writing, everyone in the main hall stood up, it was a little cold outside, but at this time, everyone couldn't take care of it, and rushed to the courtyard together.

Including Song Jin, Ma Xuewang, Nie Yong, Zhang Chengxi and others all walked out of the main hall.

However, in the courtyard, around Lu Zheng's cases, there were people standing in all directions, and four women protected Lu Zheng, and everyone couldn't rush to Lu Zheng at all.

Lu Zheng was wildly grassy, and everyone couldn't see the poems, and gradually the noise became louder and louder, and some people were even ready to scold, questioning Lu Zheng's tricks.

Today has experienced a lot of things, and now everyone's patience seems to be running out, and at this time, Qilan's piano sounded.

In the beautiful sound of the piano, I only heard Qi Lan's beautiful and tactful voice singing: "Green ants are newly brewed wine, and the red clay is a small stove."

If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? ”

Five-word poem, Qi Lan's beautiful voice sings out, the artistic conception is extremely lofty, Lu Zheng's poem, just a few words, the artistic conception of the snowy night is written incomparably warm and leisurely, which makes people extraordinarily comfortable.

"Good poetry!" Zhang Chengxi's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted a good poem, he had already given himself a gag order, but he couldn't help but say this sentence.

Needless to say, everyone could feel the artistic conception of this poem, and the audience shook for a while. As for a poem with the word "snow" as the title, there is no one that can compare with this one tonight!

Everyone was immersed in the wonders of this poem, but when they heard Qi Lan's song style change, their voices became clearer, and they sang: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow." ”

"Boom!"

The audience caused a huge commotion, my God, it is another five-word quatrain, this poem is not weaker than the first one, but the artistic conception is completely different, it is also a top masterpiece, but it has its own merits, wonderful and wonderful.

The scene is full of readers, and the ability to appreciate poetry is not weak, and more importantly, as long as it is a top-notch good poem, in fact, it doesn't need much high appreciation ability, the poem made by Lu Zheng is good, so good that people don't know how to describe it in words.

The two poems are like two paintings, one painting is full of strong warmth, the other is full of solemn atmosphere, the artistic conception is extremely lofty, the kind of beauty infiltrates everyone's heart, which makes people breathtaking, and can't help but applaud.

Lu Zheng was still lying on the desk, he didn't hear the exclamations around him, some people couldn't recognize it and approached the front, only to see him write "The wind and snow send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring to ......"

The man had just pronounced these two sentences, but he heard the shadow say loudly: "Childe, the second question is 'plum', you don't need to use snow as the theme to compose poems." ”

"Huh?"

Lu Zheng came back to his senses, frowned slightly, stared at the white paper in front of him, muttered for a while, and put down his pen again.

Seeing that he was walking with a dragon and snake, Qi Lan changed a tune and sang:

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

After Qi Lan sang this word, the scene instantly set off an unprecedented climax, and the audience was boiling. Lu Zheng This is a poem, but the poem is not limited to rhyme, and it can be easily used.

Looking at Lu Zheng's poems, you don't have to think about it at all, what you write casually can shock everyone, such a poem is hard to believe if you don't see it with your own eyes.

A top poet like Lu Zheng, can't he write Song Jin's proposition poems? Now that this is said, I am afraid that no one in the audience will believe it.

Lu Zheng doesn't know how to do it, but disdains to do it, look at the poems he wrote, and then look at the so-called talents before, even including the poems written by Duanmu Wanrong, it is not on the same level at all, it can really be said that it is compared to gold and jade with rubble.

didn't say anything, Lu Zheng just relied on these three poems, and slapped everyone's face with "pop" and "pop", didn't so many people attack him just now? Aren't there so many people who say that he is fame and fame? Now that these people see these three poems, who will have the courage to stand up again?

Lu Zheng's words are still in his ears, all of those present are a group of white bodies with no fame, to put it more bluntly, that is, a group of mediocre talents, such a group of mediocre talents, where would Lu Zheng put them in his eyes?