Hundreds of poems? Tuoba Yi, you don't brag less. ”

Helan Rongruo said with an incredulous face, don't say that he can't do it, Rao is Master Xun is here, and it is impossible for him to do it.

Could it be that Tuoba Yi is more knowledgeable than Master Xun? Obviously, the answer is no.

Looking at the world, people who can be more knowledgeable than Master Xun are afraid that they have not yet been born, and even such an arrogant person as Helan Rongruo admires him and respects him.

"You don't believe me?" Meng Yi asked rhetorically.

Helan Rongruo snorted and said, "It's not just that I don't believe it, I'm afraid that no one present will believe that you can do it?" ”

Meng Yi looked around, and everyone looked at him questioningly, as he said, no one believed him, not even Hermione.

"I wonder how you can believe it?" Meng Yi said very casually, and there was no change in his calm expression.

"It's not difficult for us to believe, naturally you have to show your true ability, and anyone will say empty and unfounded nonsense, only by showing your true talent and learning is enough to prove your ability." Helan Rongruo said, he was categorically Meng Yi was bragging.

Since he had buried a pit for himself, even if he gritted his teeth, he had to jump down, Helan Rongruo waited to see Meng Yi's joke and see how embarrassed he was.

"No problem."

Meng Yiyun waved his hand lightly, looking very indifferent and casual.

Helan Rongruo deliberately made a gesture of "please", and sneered: "Then please, let me wait to see if you really have such a powerful ability?" ”

Meng Yi cleared his throat and immediately said: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine." The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

A beautiful scene of Xia He is vividly presented in front of him, depicting a mesmerizing picture, which can really be regarded as a good poem for the ages.

When the old queen mother heard this poem, she clapped her hands and applauded.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Meng Yi continued: "The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky. The fish and turtles are released one by one, and the ownerless lotus flowers bloom everywhere. The water pillow can make the mountain pitch, and the wind boat can untie and the moon Pei back. ”

The poems that appeared in Meng Yi's mind can be called good poems for the ages, and the ones that appeared in his head, such as Su Dongpo, Li Taibai and others, in later generations, which one is not a genius through the ages, in fact, Helan Rongruo such a young person may be compared?

In front of them, Helan Rongruo was just a general, a frog who spied on the sky in the ancient well, and Yelang was arrogant.

Although these poems were not written by Meng Yi, they were memorized by Meng Yi and integrated into his blood, and they came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"In the royal court of northern Xinjiang, there are ten miles of lotus, cold autumn plum, Qiang pipe clear, Lingge night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. A thousand riding high teeth. Listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the other day will be good, and everyone will praise it. ”

Between the poems, Meng Yi can always switch so skillfully, Fang is the ancient poem of the battle between the pun, and in the blink of an eye, it is already a wonderful and moving lyrics.

And Meng Yi's voice is calm and restrained, unlike the roaring and shouting of the soldiers on the battlefield of war drums.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yi thought that he had said three poems about lotus flowers in a row, and Helan Rongruo on the side was a little confused when he heard it, thinking that he would be embarrassed on the spot, but he really opened his mouth and came immediately.

He wanted to see when Meng Yi would be able to stop, didn't he say a hundred poems?!

"The first twist of frost gives birth to longing. The sound of the warbler in the next leaf seems to learn from Qin E's singing. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing. The veins of the lotus, the tears and blushing face each other. ”

"The bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror. The resignation of the monarch to the royal court, brushing the stone and lying in the autumn frost. ”

"Xi Shi Yuexi girl, from Ramie Mountain. The beautiful color covers the ancient and modern, and the lotus is shy and jade. ”

"The wind moves the lotus water hall incense, and the king is feasted on the royal court. Xi Shi was drunk and weak, smiling and leaning on the white jade bed in the east window. ”

"The flowers are smiling and the wind is blowing. The two feelings are particularly strong. The water spirit fence is exquisite. Shine on the makeup. Drunk and stealing the face, Xiaolai secretly smelled the fragrance. I don't know what's going on. Falling red. ”

.......

On the palace square, everyone looked at Meng Yi with stunned eyes, a pair of dumbfounded expressions appeared on their faces, and some people even stuck the wine glass in their hands in the air, forgetting to drink, they looked at Meng Yi stupidly.

Everyone was stunned, since just now, Meng Yi had never stopped, and at this moment, his voice seemed to retrace in the entire royal court.

Although the sound was small, it was like a knife piercing their hearts, and it gave them an incomparable shock.

Everyone thought he was bragging, but what they didn't expect was that Meng Yi really did it, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed, but he didn't mean to stop at all.

Someone even asked in a whisper, "How many poems did he say?" ”

"If you add what he's talking about, there's a total of sixty-seven poems about lotus flowers."

"Sixty-seven? My God, I don't think I've memorized as many poems as he said in my life. "Someone whispered something.

Yes, they don't recite as many poems as Meng Yi said, and Meng Yi's performance is too eye-catching, and he comes out of his mouth without thinking about it at all, how can people not be surprised?

Sixty-eight!

Sixty-nine!

Seventy!

Seventy-one!

.......

As time passed, Meng Yi had no intention of stopping, and the poems he said about lotus flowers dabbled in ancient and modern times, making those who even the big and rough people gave a thumbs up and admired the five-body body to the ground.

"This young man is amazing, and he is really a genius."

"I thought that Helan Rongruo would be the number one talent in the royal court, but now it seems that Tuoba Yi is even better."

In the scene, there were also many erudite Confucians, who rushed to celebrate the birthday of the old lady, how did they expect to see such a wonderful game.

No, it's not so much a competition, but a self-performance by Meng Yi alone.

Because Helan Rongruo was in front of him, he was really not enough to compete with him, and now he heard that it was already the seventy-eighth poem, which could be described as stunning to the audience.

"The old man has lived for more than 50 years, and in front of this young man, he also sighs to himself, I am afraid that in the world, the only one who may compete with him is the Xun master of Qilu Little Sage Village."

"At a young age, I have this erudite knowledge in my belly, and I really am a hero out of a young man."

Many Confucian students of the older generation have made a considerable evaluation of Meng Yi, they have been teaching and educating people all their lives, and they never imagined that they could see the birth of a peerless genius in this last year, which is really in vain.

The people in the audience continued to discuss, but Meng Yi on the stage was not affected at all, he said since ancient times: "Before the beating, I figured out the water, and I stepped on Huang Ai under the hat." The lotus is in a hurry, and it does not wait to be discussed. ”

Meng Yi's voice is very calm, not impatient, not slow, like a leisurely walk in the garden, picking a lotus flower, and quietly admiring its proudly blooming buds.

Offstage, Hermione held her cheeks, a smile on the corner of her mouth, she quietly admired Meng Yi's demeanor, not boring, even a kind of inexplicable happiness.

Completely different from her mood was Helan Rongruo, his face was extremely gloomy, and his tightly clenched fist hated to smash to the ground.

The result now is completely different from what he expected.

But the fact is that instead of being embarrassed, Meng Yi shined, attracting countless praises and praises, all of which should have belonged to him, but now he is deprived by Meng Yi.

Helan Rongruo may never find his own shortcomings in himself, and the praise and praise that Meng Yi received was his erudition and talent, which he deserved, but in Helan Rongruo's opinion, if it wasn't for Meng Yi standing in front of him, all this would have belonged to him, without considering his own shortcomings.

......

Ninety-seven!

Ninety-eight!

Ninety-nine!

"The white water is full of square ponds, and the lotus flowers are fragrant in May. The beads are uncertain, and the brocade is cold and light. The fragrance remembers the wind and sobers up, and the sound Yiyu sends coolness. Bian Zhou learns to be a sorcerer, and the room is close to the waves. ”

After Meng Yi finished saying this poem, there were exactly a hundred poems, and it was not until this moment that Meng Yi stopped, and said a hundred poems in a row, Rao can still continue, but his mouth is also dry, and he needs to stop and drink saliva and rest for a while.

"Enlighten the old ancestor, just a hundred poems!!"

From the very beginning, the old queen mother ordered someone to count Meng Yi, and when Meng Yi stopped, the eunuch also calculated the result.

A hundred poems!

When the results were announced, the scene suddenly boiled, whether they were familiar with Meng Yi or not, they all applauded him, and many tribal leaders took off their coats and held them high in the air and kept shaking.

They have no culture, but it doesn't mean that they don't admire cultural people, especially people like Meng Yi, who can write and martial arts, and they are even more worthy of their cheers.

At this moment, Meng Yi looked at Helan Rongruo and said, "I don't know what the little prince thinks?" If that's not enough, how many more can I give you? ”

I saw that Helan Rongruo's face stinked to the Yellow River, but he demonstrated it very well, although he didn't want to admit that Meng Yi was stronger than himself, but this was the case.

He wrote a hundred poems in a row, which Helan Rongruo could never do.

"No need."

Helan Rongruo said in a low voice.

At the same time, Tou Manshan clapped his hands and applauded: "Queen Mother, what do you think?" ”

The old lady nodded with satisfaction and said, "Wonderful, it's just wonderful." Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi actually has this culture, no worse than Rong Ruo's kid. ”

"Not only is he not worse than him, according to Erchen, he is stronger than Helan's kid." Tou Manshan said firmly.

"Now it can only be regarded as the first round, and it is not possible to make this conclusion, only after the comparison can we immediately see how the two are superior." The old queen mother said.

"Then I don't know what the queen mother's second round will be like?"

"To the peach charm!!"