Seeing that the poem he "created" was thrown under the table, this benevolent brother knew that he had seen through it, and hurriedly blushed and bowed his head.

They all say that they are talents, but how can there be so many talents. Half of the incense was burned, and Zhao Huan and Yu Huawen left six or seven songs, and Song Jue was responsible for the title of the word "lake" even more ruthlessly, leaving only two songs.

At this time, a very strange thing happened in the audience: a fat-headed and big-eared scholar was at the end of the group of scholars, constantly hammering his head and thinking hard. A lean guy with sharp ears leaned forward and whispered, "Dude, I also made a poem, you can comment on it." The fat scholar shook his head and said, "Don't you see, I haven't made it yet." How can I leave a review for you? ”

The thin man begged, "Brother, I don't read much, so I don't know if the poems I write are good or not." Well, if you have some advice, I'll give you a tael of silver, how about it? ”

"Huh, a tael of silver? Are you telling the truth? "The fat scholar came to be interested.

"Of course!" As he spoke, the thin man took out a small silver ingot and shook it in front of the fat scholar, "You just need to give a review, and this tael of silver is yours." ”

"Good! Say it quickly. ”

"Then you listen, 'Spring is coming to Weiban, and the willow branches are new, and I am still in the dust. I want to take the east wind for 3,000 miles, and go straight to the sky. 'Dude, how about you take a look?' After the thin man finished reciting the poem, he looked at the fat scholar nervously.

The fat scholar pretended to nod, "Well, it's okay." By the way, what word do you mean by 'picking'? ”

The thin man scolded secretly, you are so fucking stupid, even I am not as good as you, you fat guy is cheap. He hurriedly took out a note, glanced at it, put it in his arms, and gestured towards the fat man. When the fat man finally understood, someone next to him called the thin man: "Hey, Jia Junpeng, your mother called you home for dinner." ”

The thin man responded, and hurriedly said to the fat scholar: "Brother, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'll leave first, and I'll talk about it another day." After saying that, he ran towards the gate of the literary academy, and it seemed that he was really going home for dinner.

The fat scholar saw that the thin man had disappeared, so he hurriedly looked around, some of the scholars were thinking hard, some were queuing, and no one noticed him. He smiled, and began to squeeze forward to the front stage, shouting as he squeezed, "I have a good poem, flash it, I will make a good poem." Those who didn't make it hurriedly made way for him. And the few who were waiting in line to come to the stage were all squeezed aside by his big man.

The students of the alumni association who maintained order saw a mountain of meat hugging over and hurriedly asked him to line up. It's a pity that the fat scholar's desire to show is too strong, and he has already rushed to the mouth of the wooden ladder at this time. Just as someone from above came down, the fat scholar rushed to the stage. The person who maintains order does not dare to come to the stage again and pull him down, after all, Hu Zhizhou and Lu Shoubei are sitting on it.

Song Zheng, who personally directed this scene, almost didn't laugh out loud in the audience. What kind of "Jia Junpeng" is that thin man, but Han Chuang, who was cleaned up by Song Zheng at the beginning of school. Lu Hong saw that Han Chuang was more clever, so he handed over this glorious and arduous "task of sending poems" to him according to Song Zheng's instructions.

At this time, the fat scholar squeezed to the table panting, picked up the pen and wrote, and even the beads of sweat dripped onto the paper. Yu Huawen, who was in charge of the topic of "Liu Sigh", was quite kind-hearted, looking at the appearance of the fat man, he couldn't bear it: "Don't worry, write slowly." ”

The fat scholar snorted, hurriedly wrote out this uncomplicated poem, and signed his name: Gao Daquan. Yu Huawen took the poem over and almost tore it. The fat man's calligraphy, that's a miserable one. Don't look at the fat scholar's big head, but the writing is very small, and it is crooked. Yu Huawen almost pasted the poem manuscript to his face, only to see what was written on it. Hey, that's a good one! I didn't expect this fat scholar to have such a mind. This poem clearly shows the fat scholar's ambition to go out and make a career without being bound by the world. Well, of all the "willow sigh" poems, this one feels the best!

Yu Huawen nodded at Gao Daquan, who was still standing in front of the table, and put the poem manuscript on the edge of the table. Gao Daquan was overjoyed and went down proudly.

At this time, there was still a quarter of the incense. Yao Changqing secretly admired Lu Yan enough, so he came to Yu Huawen's desk unhurriedly, bowed his hand, and called "Yu Jiaoxi", which was very polite. Yu Huawen nodded, pushed the rice paper on the table forward, and picked up the pen and handed it to Yao Changqing. Yao Changqing hurriedly bowed down and took the brush with his hand. Yu Huawen stroked his beard with satisfaction, this Yao Changqing really respects teachers, and he deserves to be the president of the alumni association.

Yao Changqing stood still, first breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed his mood, and then wrote down two words "Liu sigh". Yu Huawen nodded again, both the richness of the face and the wind and bones of the willow body, it is really a good word!

Next, Yao Changqing lightly stretched his ape arm and wrote the first line of the poem very chicly: "Spring comes to Weishui and willow branches are new." Yu Huawen's hand brushing his beard couldn't help but stop, this poem is a little familiar! Isn't it what the fat scholar Gao Daquan wrote just now? The opening sentence is the same, but it is quite rare. But it's not for nothing, let's see.

Yao Changqing glanced at Yu Huawen secretly, and saw that Yu Huawen was looking at his poems intently, and suddenly felt bursting with confidence. He wrote the remaining three sentences quickly. In the end, the dragon flew and signed his name.

Yao Changqing leaned his pen lightly on the inkstone, and gently blew the poem he had written to make the ink dry as soon as possible. Then with a smile on his face, he handed the poem manuscript to Yu Huawen with both hands. At this time, Yu Huawen was completely stunned, and looked at Yao Changqing incredulously. Yao Changqing is even more proud in his heart, what a good poem, I am a person with great ambitions. This poem was finally made by my father Zhao Huan after thinking about it for more than ten days, and he participated in a little bit of advice. That Lu Yan wants to know that I can write such a poem, and he doesn't look at me differently!

Yao Changqing glanced in the direction of Lu Changqing, and sure enough, when he saw Lu Chang looking this way, Yao Changqing felt like eating honey: Look, little girl, the poems I wrote shocked Yu Jiaoxi. Oh, it's not a matter of being stunned here, Yao Changqing couldn't help but shout: "Yu Jiaoxi, I'm done writing." ”

Yu Huawen came back to his senses and took over the poem. Yao Changqing bowed again and returned to where he had stood just now. Yu Huawen here is still pondering, the two poems are exactly the same, they haven't met for a thousand years! Could it be that Yao Changqing copied it? Yu Huawen couldn't help but glance in the direction of Yao Changqing, Yao Changqing was far away from here, and it was impossible to see Liu Daquan's small characters, well, it must be a coincidence! Thinking of this, Yu Huawen put the poem manuscript on the table.

Yao Changqing is proud, and Song Zheng is going to be unlucky. I don't know what Lu Chang muttered in Lu Hengshan's ear, so Lu Hengshan said two words to Hu Tongxue. Hu Tongxue said two more words to Yu Yuan beside him, and Yu Yuan got up and stepped forward and shouted at Song Zheng: "Song Gongzi, you come up!" ”

Song Gongzi, who was waiting to see Yao Changqing's jokes, was stunned, Saishi was Saibei, what is the matter with himself! Yu Yuan's call, Song Zheng couldn't hide from his leisure, so he had to go to the poetry stage. Hu Tongxue said with a smile: "Song Zheng, since you are the son of Bachelor Song, your knowledge should be extraordinary, you should also try it!" ”

Song Zheng was stunned, he was really unprepared. He caught a glimpse of Lu Yan with a shy smile on her face, and a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him. He understood, it must have been Lu Yan's idea. Isn't this a duck to the shelves? Alas, forget it and deal with it.

It's okay to let Song Zheng show off, but when it comes to composing poetry, he really has no interest. So, he decided to copy the last one. Whose copy is it? Song Zheng saw his father Song Jue standing closest, and he didn't bother to walk a few more steps, so he copied a poem about the lake. He remembered that Zhu Xi had a song "Reading Books" which was quite famous, on the surface he wrote about the lake, but in fact he wrote a book, so he used this one! The Great Qi Dynasty doesn't know if there is Zhu Xi, anyway, I haven't heard of it, so copying this should be considered safe.

So, Song Zheng walked to the table where Song Jue was, and quickly wrote out this famous poem, "Half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together." Q: Where is the canal as clear as promised? For there is a source of living water. (Ask for flowers, ask for collection)