As soon as Liu Biao's words came out, the field suddenly calmed down.

The scholars looked at each other, and some scholars had the heart to compose poems on stage, but Wang Cangzhuyu was in front, and if he did a bad job, he could only make people laugh, so it was better not to do it. Wang Cang is a famous talent in the world, who can compare to him when it comes to poetry?

Seeing that no one dared to come on stage, Liu was pale, and was about to continue to speak when a clear voice came from a distance.

"There is a poem below, dare to ask you to criticize and correct!"

With the sound, but seeing the soldiers surrounding the stage parting on both sides like waves, revealing a road leading to the high platform, I saw a young man wearing a linen shirt walking on the road, Liu Biao's face suddenly became gloomy.

Looking at the color of this young man's uniform, it is clear which scholar's entourage dares to speak at this kind of Huanghuang Literary Festival, which is simply unorthodox!

Xu Shu was stunned, and watched Zhang Miao walk to the high platform after opening his mouth, he didn't expect that the poor boy who had just spoken to him would have the courage to cooperate in poetry in this scene.

"Yuan Zhi, who is that young man?" Cui Zhouping on the side asked in a low voice.

Xu Shu said: "He said that he is Huyang Zhang Miao." ”

"Isn't it a retinue of a gentleman?" Cui Zhouping was surprised.

Xu Shu smiled bitterly, and said in his heart, how do I know? I just said a few words to him out of politeness.

"Lihua, is that the guy you just talked to?" Deng Yan watched in amazement as Zhang Miao walked to the high platform and asked her cousin Deng Lihua beside her.

"yes, yes." Deng Lihua was also dumbfounded, she never thought that Zhang Miao would dare to speak at this time and compose poems, do you know how to compose poems?

Deng Lihua still knows something about Zhang Miao, who once tried to tease herself and was knocked unconscious by herself, and Zhang Miao, who saved her life and her family, knowing that he is just an ordinary peasant boy in Sanshui Village, and there is a patriarch's father, who can be regarded as having some knowledge, but he should never be pretentious on such an occasion, don't you see who is sitting on the high platform? Those are all people who hold power in Jingzhou! Deng Lihua couldn't help but start worrying about Zhang Miao.

Also stunned was Zhang Ping, he couldn't figure out what was going on at all, composing poetry, what is poetry, is it the inexplicable things that the obscene ugly man named Wang Cang said on the stage just now? How does Ah Miao know how to compose poetry? That's what you're going to do!

In the midst of all kinds of stunned, Zhang Miao slowly walked to the front of the stage, and then was stopped......

"Which entourage are you, and you dare to make a lot of nonsense, without looking at who is on the stage?" A clerk in charge of order saw Liu Biao's face, stretched out his hand to block Zhang Miao's way, and scolded in a low voice.

Deng She, who was not far away, also saw Zhang Miao, was shocked, and hurriedly ran over, Zhang Miao was brought in by him, if something happened, he would not be able to escape the involvement.

"This is my family, and somehow I got here." Deng She said with a smile, and then scolded Zhang Miao in a low voice, "Get out quickly, this is not a place for you to mess around!" ”

Zhang Miao glanced at Deng She calmly, and said indifferently: "Deng Jun, I am not your servant, but the life-saving benefactor of your brother's family!" ”

Then ignoring Deng She, who was a little embarrassed, he said sharply to the official: "Zhang Miao in Xiahuyang, a child of a good family, is not a follower of anyone's family. Just now, the state pastor asked everyone to take the stage to compose a poem, do you dare to disobey the state pastor's words? ”

"This—" The officer looked back at the stage with a look of embarrassment. After all, it was Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao who opened his mouth to let everyone compose poems just now, if he blocked it, wouldn't it violate Liu Biao's words?

"Envoy, since this person wants to compose poems, he should listen to them for fun, and causing a riot will hinder the reputation of the Literary Society." Kuai Yue, who was sitting on the left side of Liu Biao, persuaded in a low voice.

Liu Biao nodded slightly.

Finally, no one stopped him, and in the midst of thousands of pairs of eyes, Zhang Miao slowly walked up the steps, but there was no tension in his heart. After all, we are also the ones who have spoken as student representatives at the opening ceremony attended by tens of thousands of people, and we have also shaken hands with high-ranking officials.

"Huyang Zhang Miao, you said you want to compose a poem?" Seeing that Liu Biao didn't speak, Song Zhong had no choice but to pretend to be the host and ask Zhang Miao with a smile.

Zhang Miao first saluted Liu Biaoji, who was in the middle, and then said calmly: "Exactly." ”

"In that case, please." Song Zhong smiled slightly and retreated.

In the midst of all the attention, Zhang Miao slowly spoke.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor."

Well? Liu Biao was stunned, he thought that the kid in front of him who didn't know where he came from just wanted to sensationalize, but he didn't expect these two poems to sound quite meaningful.

"These two sentences are good!" Cui Zhouping said softly.

Xu Shu didn't speak, and with Zhang Miao's words, a picture appeared in front of Xu Shu's eyes, a chivalrous warrior of Zhao Guo wearing a beard, carrying a bright Wu hook sword, sitting on a white horse with a silver saddle, galloping wantonly in the wilderness! The life of a hero, chivalrous and righteous, is a portrayal of his youth, but unfortunately that life is gone forever......

On the stage, Zhang Miao paced slowly, and the clear verses slowly came out of his mouth.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

Yan Zhao knight, silver saddle and white horse, within ten steps, kill one person steadily, thousands of miles of passes, and do not stay. After finishing the work, he brushed his clothes away, did not show a word, and hid his name deeply. Sometimes, when I have time to spare, I walk through Xinling County, have some wine, and take off my sword in front of my knees. Eat meat with Zhu Hai and drink wine with Hou Huan. Three cups of belly, one promise of gold, righteousness is heavier than Wuyue. After drinking, his eyes are hot, he is full of energy, and he swallows the neon......

In Zhang Miao's poems, an impassioned image of a chivalrous warrior appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which made people feel heartbroken. Xu Shu's eyes couldn't help but moisten, once upon a time, this was the ranger life he longed for!

However, ideals are always crushed by the cruel reality, and the reckless ranger boy had to be transformed into a scribe chasing fame...

"The spirit is soaring to the sky, soaring to the sky, what a poem!" Cui Zhouping high-fived and praised.

The people present are all scholars, most of them are full of poetry books, and they can naturally hear the quality of the poems, this poem is fair to the battle, the sentences are impassioned, and the image of a chivalrous man jumps in front of everyone, and it is a first-class poem!

If it is said that Wang Cang's poem just now brought everyone to the Central Plains, which is full of mourning and wilderness, this poem just now swept away everyone's sad mood and replaced it with passionate progress.

As the poem says at the end, if there is turmoil and life is in ruins, it is when our generation draws its sword and rises up to save the country and the people.