Liang Shu is very proud, as for who made his ten poems, it is unknown.

Some talented people came to Kyoto to worship the dock, well, they worshiped the teacher, and the civil officials received a lot, and the relationship between the officialdom was always complicated, and whoever was the protégé actually didn't teach it at all...... It's not easy for him to make a poem.

"This guy has a mouthful of face, and he is too badly beaten." Zhang Xiaoyi said, "Brother Xing, you finally have a reasonable reason, haha......"

Zhang Xing felt that this thing was as bad as his face, and his saliva was sprayed.

Zhang Xing doesn't care, he doesn't like Liang Shu's eyes, that's enough.

Thinking about looking for him all day long, he doesn't go out, and occasionally runs to solve cases, and these people also come to find trouble, and he is a bully.

likes to find trouble in everything, and he has basic literacy, and he will too.

Zhang Xing lifted the pen and wrote three songs in a row.

Pregnant on a spring night.

The embers of the golden furnace leaked and the sound was remnant, and the light wind was cold.

The spring color is annoying and I can't sleep, and the moon moves the flower shadow on the railing.

Queqiao Immortal.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Water tune song head.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?

……

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

"I'll go, Brother Xing, you shouldn't have prepared earlier......" Zhang Xiaoyi shouted.

"Do you understand?" Li Liang also came over, "Although I don't understand it very well, it's very good at first glance." ”

Zhang Xiaoyi raised his middle finger.

Many people's poems have been sent in front of them, and there are a few literary experts who have been invited to judge professionally.

It seems that being able to get a talented girl in the Qinglou is also a good story, not ashamed.

"These are good, you see." Liang Shu's poems were sent, and some old men nodded again and again.

Liang Shu was very proud, and at this moment, he also saw Zhang Xing here, and when he saw that he also sent poems, the people over there sneered.

"The hillbilly also came to join in the fun, which really lowered the level."

"Bad luck, I come across this country man everywhere."

"I heard that he is also going to take the exam, don't underestimate others." The smile on his face was clearly mocking.

"Cut, a small place in the middle of nowhere, let him see the world today, so as not to cry when he turns back to the exam, get used to it first."

"......" Liang Shu looked at this side and sneered, there was no need for him to say more, some people did it for him.

"You little white faces, you still look ugly, you still rub powder, you still rub it ugly, you vomit, you want to have your legs broken, don't you?" Zhang Xiaoyi stepped forward to scold, and by the way, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to jump over.

"You...... Piff. ”

"Anyone can come to this elegant place."

"Gao Ya, haha, Brother Yi is looking for your mother to compose a poem tonight, you have to praise Gao Ya more...... A group of idiots, what are you ......" Zhang Xiaoyi almost burst out laughing, and cursed again, you don't scold dirty words, Brother Yi is all dirty words, isn't it cool?

When there was a commotion, there was also a cry from above, and they were all attracted to look over.

"Well, it's such a good work, it's worth the trip."

"It's not in vain." Several referees and old men had bright eyes, and they were amazed.

"Girl, take a look too." In the end, the poem was sent to the first beauty inside, and the first beauty is also a talented woman, and it is up to her to decide whether the top three candidates can be included in the account for a drink.

She can choose to meet all of them, or she can choose only one of them, not necessarily the first one, or even neither, there is no fate, there are many reasons.

"Huh?" The woman's eyes lit up, it was really a good literary style, a good sentence, "Zhang Xing." ”

"The first three are all him, and he deserves it, it's him." The woman is soft.

"Liang Shao, it must be your poems that cause applause."

"Liang Shao, congratulations."

"Jade Girl will definitely like it."

Liang Shu smiled on his face, very proud, and glanced at Zhang Xing, with an illiterate expression, very disdainful.

"Brain-dead, although the time is only a little short, but his poems were not good when they were sent early, and I don't know it, others blow too much, I really think I am amazing, an idiot, I can laugh when I see him for a while." Zhang Xiaoyi smiled even more proudly, "If it was Lao Tzu's son, he would have been killed a long time ago, and if he didn't do anything, he would only come out and be embarrassed." ”

I have to say that Zhang Xiaoyi observed very carefully, in the end, he learned martial arts, but in the latter sentence, you seem to be not doing business every day, right?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the top three have been chosen." An old man laughed.

"What, so fast, didn't it take a long time in the past."

Sometimes it's hard to tell the order, and you need to argue for a long time, and during this time, there are singing and dancing performances, Oiran performances, and all kinds of snacks and drinks.

"Guess who."

"I think nine times out of ten it is those noble sons, who knows where their poems came from, and some of them may have been decided early."

"No, will the Oiran still be like this?"

"What do you think, young man, learn more."

"This time, the top three are recognized by us, and all of them can be called masterpieces." The old Confucian spoke.

"Hehe, welcome all the talents to come to the show, I think you can't wait, the top three winners and poems are announced below, you can discuss, see if I pity Xianglou fairly." An old bustard who still had charm walked to the front of the stage with a smile.

"The top three this time are all earned by one person."

"Liang Shao, congratulations."

"Liang Shao, hug the beauty, don't forget us."

"Haha, go back to the best restaurant in the capital, and order whatever you want."

"Liang Shao is refreshing and ......"

There are not many people who come up with more than one poem, they have read Liang Shu's poems, they are all masterpieces, and even some of the talents here have help, they are very prepared, very confident, and it is bound to win, not Liang Shao or anyone.

Besides, Liang Shao's face, Lianxianglou also has to give it.

The next moment, the smug smile on Liang Shu's face froze, and he was still casually saying politely, where, the award...... It's a naked slap in the face.

The people behind him also shut up, and they were all embarrassed.

But seeing that the old bustard above said positively and enthusiastically, "This person is Zhang Xing, a talented son of Xuzhou, I have heard that Zhang Gongzi is talented, and every poem must be a masterpiece, this time the style is still the same, everyone can appreciate it." ”

Liang Shu's face turned blue and purple, and he looked at Zhang Xing fiercely, if it was someone else, it turned out to be from this countryman, he was still laughing at it just now, and slapped his face nakedly again, his eyes were gloomy, and the killing intent was breeding.

Especially Zhang Xiaoyi's loud laughter made him even more angry, and the people behind him also had ugly faces and gritted their teeth.

Some people want to refute it, but it's hard to say the first anyway.

And the poems made by Zhang Xing have been spread, and the talents of the Quartet are in an uproar, and there are more and more praises.

The gap is big, and then refuting it is just self-inflicted, and the only way to swallow it back is to swallow it back.

Liang Shu clenched his fists, and the people behind him didn't dare to make more noise, the harder he shot just now, the more empty his heart was now, Liang Shao's breath was too cold.

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