Luo Ming is a little anxious, how should this be? Last time in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was humiliated by them, at that time, my master Cao Yan was floating on the sea, and neither the little aunt Lin Yueru nor herself expected that Cao Yan's drift would be more than two months.

I was unprepared, and I almost became a joke, and Zhang Muer also doubted herself last time.

No, I must find a way to make it back this time.

He looked at Cao Yan beside him again, and he and Cao Yan could only hear a voice like a mosquito, "Master, help me." ”

"Trouble," Cao Yan stretched out his hand, and as soon as he put his hand on Luo Ming's ear, a nano earphone was stuffed into his ear.

Luo Ming suddenly felt an itch in his ears, and just as he wanted to dig it, he heard Cao Yan's voice in his ears: "Don't move, I read, you carry it." ”

Rodming's pause calmed down and nodded slightly.

"The Fifteenth Night of the First Lunar Month"

The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one.

The wanderers are all plums, and the songs are all plums.

Jinling can't help but be at night, and the jade leak is not urging.

Cao Yan changed the last sentence, Jinwu to Jinling, and the name Jinling was in 333 BC, after King Chu Wei destroyed Yue, he built a city on Qingliang Mountain.

Because the Purple Mountain was called Jinling Mountain at that time, its remaining veins and hills did not have their own names, Chuyi was built on Qingliang Mountain, and Qingliang Mountain was a part of Jinling Mountain at that time, so the city was named Jinlingyi, which is also another name for this city since ancient times.

"Remember?" Cao Yan saw Luo Ming nodding and asked.

Luo Ming glanced at Cao Yan and nodded.

……

"Ahem! Elders, that little nephew is occasionally small today, and I don't know if I should be ugly. Luo Ming said modestly, as if the poems he made were very vulgar.

"You?" Zhang Muer looked at Luo Ming, last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she specially asked people to invite him to participate in her poetry meeting, wanting him to fight for some face for himself, who knew that this dead fat man actually pretended to have leg pain, this Zhang Muer was angry and wanted to copy the knife at that time and cut off one of his legs, so that he really had leg pain.

However, other people are another idea, recently Luo Ming's image of studying hard is still quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, hearing him say this, before others have spoken, Zhang Jingtong was the first to speak: "Oh, the virtuous son-in-law will write it out and let the prince, the princess and the adults correct you together." ”

Zhang Mu'er glanced at her father, the word virtuous son-in-law was more heart-wrenching, but in front of so many people, she was inconvenient to refute, hummed and chirped a few times, and stood aside and stared at Luo Ming viciously, ready to see what bullshit poetry he could write later.

"Go and get the pen and ink ready." Xiang Haoxuan commanded.

Immediately, someone brought pen and ink, spread the paper on the table, and the inkstone was ground with water.

Luo Ming stood in front of the table, holding a brush in one hand, making a contemplative expression, as if he was constipated.

There was silence all around.

The moment the ink is polished.

I saw that Luo Ming suddenly had a sudden realization, a shocked look, and the brush was dipped in ink.

The pen is in a trance, "The Fifteenth Night of the First Lunar Month" brushes, brushes, brushes, and a poem jumps into the paper.

The onlookers around nodded their heads!

"Hmmm! Not bad, not bad! ”

"This poem is a little stronger than the previous four, but this word, Xiao Luo still needs to practice more!"

"Yes, this poem is appropriate to the situation, but Xiao Luo still has to focus on his studies in the future and go to those dusty places!" Someone looked at the third line of the poem and admonished.

"Hehe," Luo Ming smiled awkwardly under Zhang Mu'er's fire-breathing gaze.

"By the way, it seems that I have never seen Mr. Cao write poetry, I don't know if you have eyes today!" An official, looking at Cao Yan who was standing aside, suddenly spoke.

What kind of level Luo Ming had before, who was present didn't know. Now that he has been taken by Cao Yan for a few months, this level has risen gradually, and according to Zhang Jingtong, if it is not done well this time, the state test has also stabilized.

Last Qixi Festival, as the wife of the first name of Wuju, he also wrote a song "Queqiao Immortal" that can be sung for thousands of years.

Then it is conceivable that Cao Yan, who taught Luo Ming knowledge, must have a strong level.

"Yes, it seems that I have never seen Mr. Cao, and I have some excellent works, I wonder if I can give me a glimpse or two today?" surrounding

"Me?" Cao Yan pointed to his nose, then smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it!" ”

"How can this be counted? Brother Cao, write one! Xiang Yixin was also very curious, wanting to see what the poems written by Cao Yan were like.

"Yes, virtuous nephew, it's rare that everyone is here, and they're happy today, so just write casually and just have fun." Xiang Wenxuan also opened his mouth to persuade.

"Yes! Mr. Cao, just write a poem and let me wait for you to see it. ”

……

Seeing the voices of invitations all around.

"This ...... All right. It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, so Cao Yan had to agree.

Luo Ming hurriedly gave up his position in front of the desk and handed over the brush.

Cao Yan walked over and took the brush and dipped it in ink.

At this moment, another round of fireworks rose into the sky and exploded in the sky.

Cao Yan looked at the fireworks scattered like stars in the distance, and the eyes that fell on him around him also followed him, looking at the night sky.

Until the fireworks disappeared, Cao Yan retracted his gaze, put pen to paper, and the thin gold characters suddenly jumped like paper.

"The Case of Qingyu: Yuan Xi"

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain.

Then Cao Yan's gaze fell on the carriages, pedestrians, lanterns of various colors, and the dragons and carps dancing on the road at the river.

The dragon had several fireworks inserted into its body and the fish's mouth, and now it was spewing out with the brilliant flames as the crowd danced.

Cao Yan wrote again.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

After that, he glanced around the crowd,

Write down.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance.

Then, Cao Yan raised his head again, but looked at Lin Yiru, who was looking at him under the colored lights not far from the railing of the boat.

looked at each other and smiled,

The last sentence.

Write out –

The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

During this period, although everyone had a lot of words, they all wanted to ask.

But no one dared to speak, and even their breathing was pressed very low.

I'm afraid of interrupting Cao Yan's poetry.

Until Cao Yan put the pen on the pen holder.

There was a long breath around me.

……

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! ……”

"As soon as this word comes out, I'm afraid there will be no more words!"

"Don't talk about words, Mr. Cao's word, I'm afraid it's extraordinary!"

"Yes! This kind of font has never been seen before, what is this word, sir? ”

"Skinny Golden Body!" Cao Yan replied with a smile, in the past few months, he has been able to fill up his calligraphy skills, and now his words may not be as good as Wang Xizhi, but compared with Song Huizong, it must be half a catty and eight taels, so you can know how high Cao Yan's calligraphy level is.

But just when everyone wants to take a closer look.

Xiang Wenxuan suddenly put away the poems written by Cao Yan.

"Xuan'er, you write a copy of Cao Xian's nephew's words just now for everyone to watch." Then he carefully rolled up the paper and asked the maid behind him to put it away.

When the people around saw Xiang Wenxuan's comical operation, they were stunned for a moment, and they knew Xiang Wenxuan's thoughts, and everyone looked at Xiang Wenxuan with a little crying and laughing.

This word is considered to be Mobao, and several people wanted to ask for it just now, but they didn't expect to be won by Xiang Wenxuan.

"Lord Wang, it's really unambiguous to start......"

"Hehe......"

Of course, now no one asks Cao Yan to help him write the same pair, such a stupid thing, the people who can be officials present will definitely not do it.

I could only look at Xiang Haoxuan and write out the words that Cao Yan had just written again.

Everyone gathered around to taste, and the more they watched, the more they liked it.

They all expressed their thoughts.

At this time, someone spoke: "Actually, this word has a deeper meaning, I don't know colleagues, have you found it?" ”

"Oh, what else is there to think about?"

"Do you still remember Miss Lin's "Queqiao Fairy"? That last sentence can echo the last sentence of this word! ”

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

"That's right! One point and one union, one separation and one reunion, one wife and one husband, it is really wonderful, wonderful! This is a masterpiece! Someone suddenly patted his thigh and said it was wonderful.

Suddenly, there was a sudden realization around them, all of them looked at Cao Yan with reverence, admiration, and desperate eyes.

That despair is the despair that I can't write poems with this mood in my life.