"Second son, please!"

As the host, Wang Jie can be regarded as an outstanding one among the celebrities in Xiangyang, and later generations call him one of the seven sons of Jian'an. However, Wang Jie, you Liu Cong are only four or five years old, and you don't know much about Liu Cong. Seeing that Liu Cong was forced to write poems, Wang Jie also sweated for Liu Cong. Everyone inevitably blamed Liu Bei and Kuai Yue in private, but most of them still waited to see the excitement.

Liu Cong glanced at Liu Bei with a little resentment, then got up and walked to the high platform in the center of the venue. In the distance, the faces of Kuai Yue, Pang Tong and others are faintly visible. The smile couldn't hide the mockery.

Liu Cong is not afraid of making a fool of himself, as the Taishou of Nanjun, yesterday's performance was enough to convince the public, the so-called Jin Wuzu is not perfect, even if he is a little worse in poetry, I believe that there will not be many people who will criticize him, except for those who are hostile to Liu Cong.

Liu Cong was recalled by Jiang Wan yesterday, most of these other people miss their relatives because they miss their hometowns and are not in the same county or county, but Liu Cong is missing relatives who are not in the same time and space at the moment.

August 15, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. "Relatives, how are you?" Liu Cong looked at the bright moon that was as clear as a plate, and couldn't help but be a little lonely.

Gradually, the figures around me began to blur, and the sounds of laughter and frolic seemed to fade away. Liu Cong of the independent central government has lost his mind!

Looking at Liu Cong in a daze on the local high platform, the people around him gradually quieted down.

Cai Mao and others thought that Liu Cong was in a daze because he couldn't make poems, Liu Bei and Kuai Yue even felt a little embarrassed, after all, Liu Cong was the second son, so it was indeed a bit too much to force him to make a fool of himself in public.

Zhuge Liang didn't seem to be worried that Liu Cong couldn't make poems, but Liu Cong didn't look at it after he came to power, and he didn't communicate with everyone, and he was also quite surprised.

Only Liu Qi may be the happiest person at the moment, although the poems he did before him are not top-notch, but it is better than Liu Cong, who has not been silent for a long time. Liu Cong's loss of consciousness is embarrassing in Liu Qi's opinion, and he is most willing to see this scene.

Mrs. Cai also reminded Liu Biao at this time, and there was still a bit of complaint in her tone: "Cong'er just went through the competition yesterday and didn't have a good rest, why do your subordinates still force him to compose poems, it's really hateful."

Originally, Liu Biao held a poetry contest just to have fun with everyone, but when he saw that Cai's was unhappy, he hurriedly waved to Wang Jie.

Wang Jie trotted to Liu Biao's side: "What does the general command?" ”

"If Cong'er is not good at poetry and songs, don't be embarrassed by him, you are talented and can help him......"

In fact, Wang Jie also has the intention to help to alleviate the current embarrassing situation, but so many people on and off the field see it, and it is impossible for him to hand Liu Cong a note. Now Liu Biao's meaning is that either let Liu Cong hurry down, or Wang Jie will help him do it.

Wang Jie came to the high platform with a comprehension and shouted in a low voice: "Second son......"

"Huh?" Liu Cong seemed to hear someone calling him in a trance, so he replied casually.

"Look at this bright moon in the sky, it's really ......" Wang Jie wanted to give Liu Cong a hint tactfully.

"Yes, the moon is in the sky, the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it's a pity that things are not people......" Liu Cong replied to the question, and Wang Jie was even more confused.

"Second son?" Wang Jie was even about to step forward and pull Liu Cong with his hand, and Liu Cong suddenly woke up.

"Oh, poetry, wait!" Wang Jie's arrival finally pulled Liu Cong back from his distraction, but what he saw when he raised his eyes was Liu Bei, Kuai Yue and others full of mocking eyes, as well as Liu Qi who was hiding on the side and snickering, "Brother Zhongxuan, have I delayed everyone for a long time?" ”

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, second son, please excuse me, tonight's poem is based on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon, you see ......" Wang Jie looked at Liu Cong and paused a little and wanted to give some pointers, but Liu Cong didn't look at Wang Jie at all, but looked up at the moon, and then said slowly.

"Brother Zhongxuan, please help me record it."

"Oh, good, good!" Hearing Liu Cong say this, Wang Jie knew that Liu Cong must have it in his heart, whether it was good or bad, he could barely cross it. If it really doesn't work, you can help him modify one or two.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world.

Climb the platform, look at the bright moon, and shine on the lonely heart. There should be no regrets, what is the long time to say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Not only is it a thousand miles of Gongchanjuan, what Liu Cong wants to say is a thousand-year-old Gongchanjuan, he and his relatives in harmony with future generations are looking at the same moon, and I hope that relatives should also feel at this moment. Su Dongpo's water tune song Liu Cong is familiar with it, and at this moment it is not only plagiarism, but also a song to express his feelings!

Liu Cong comforted himself in his heart, since he came to this world, now that he is performing on the heights, he is not down, he is ambitiously developing the military, and hopes that the bright moon can shine through his lonely heart.

Indeed, we should not only focus on blocking that lonely heart, but use the people of this era to fight together and dominate the world, and we should no longer blindly only think about regrets!

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Wang Jie was writing the side, and he couldn't help but praise again and again: "Mr. Kong Ming, come and see, come and see!" ”

Everyone was in the distance, and they couldn't fully understand what Liu Cong was reading, but Wang Jie couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, he was the same age as Zhuge Liang, and he was quite impressed by Zhuge Liang's poem just now. So when Liu Cong finished reading it, Wang Jie couldn't wait to call Zhuge Liang to come and share.

Seeing that Wang Jie was so excited, Zhuge Liang signaled to Pang Tong and Xu Shu, and the three of them came to the high platform together. Wonderful, wonderful!

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky!" Is this the spirit of a young hero? Pang Tong also secretly praised in his heart, this Liu Cong is not an ordinary person!

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!" Xu Shu was also shocked by the literary brilliance of this poem, "Teacher, come and see, the poem of the second son...... Compared to us, it is like a firefly competing with the sun and the moon......"

Seeing Xu Shu so gaffe, everyone was also shocked, and the three respected judges also came to the high platform one after another to take the poetry scroll from Zhuge Liang's hand and appreciate it carefully.

"The swan song of the ages, the swan song of the eternals...... Sima Hui touched his beard and said to the two friends very excitedly.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world.

Climb the platform, look at the bright moon, and shine on the lonely heart. There should be no regrets, what is the long time to say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Pang Degong raised his voice to the highest and read it in one go! Then he gave Liu Cong a thumbs up. In his opinion, Liu Cong's literary brilliance seems to surpass Zhuge Liang, Pang Tong and others, which is also something that the old gentleman never expected!

It was only at this time that the people in the audience suddenly realized that the second son was not stuck, but had entered the state.

Sima Hui's eternal swan song made all the people in the audience who thought they knew a little poetry not calm, what a high evaluation this is, you must know that when Zhuge Liang, Xu Shu, Pang Tong and others handed over the poems, he was at most a sentence acceptable, not bad.

Wang Jie, who was the first to appreciate Liu Cong's poems, was excited, and at this time he was working hard to write, copying Liu Cong's poems over and over again, and constantly sending them to everyone, and soon Liu Biao, Cai Mao and others also had a copy in their hands.

Although Liu Biao is old, he is well-educated, and of course he can understand this poem, although the meaning that Liu Cong wants to express seems a little inexplicable to him, but it does not prevent him from thinking that it is a good poem!

Even Kuai Yue, who wanted Liu Cong to make a fool of himself in advance, froze when he got the poem, although the two had different political views, Liu Cong's poetry was definitely beyond his own level.

In a sound of approval, Liu Cong quietly returned to his position. Tonight is destined to be infinitely beautiful, Liu Cong, who finished reading the poem, came back to his senses, knowing that no matter how much he misses his relatives in harmony with future generations, he can't go back, so he can only try his best not to leave too many regrets as the poem said, but I hope that Chanjuan will be a thousand miles together, and it will be a thousand years together!