Chen Ying's hand was already pinched under the table, gurgling, and she naturally knew what was going on.

When Chen Yu came back, he was bored in his room, remembered the poem he overheard that day, and wrote it on the desk casually on the table in a whim.

But although people are hateful, the words are indeed masterpieces, she whispered a few times, Chen Yu came back, this manuscript, forgotten on the table, did not expect, but was used by his younger brother here.

Readers hate plagiarism the most, and it is plagiarism, Chen Ying's eyes are on fire, looking at her younger brother with a smug face, she can't wait to rush up and slap a hundred ear scrapers.

Chen Yu thinks it doesn't matter, anyway, my sister wrote it, and she uses it with me.

He stood up, shook his head, and smiled so much that he showed a mouthful of white teeth, and even the one that was loosened by Changsun Hong didn't seem to hurt so much.

Grandmaster Dao actually knows a little bit about this nephew, after all, this kid basically comes here every year, has read books and learned calligraphy, but he has a simple personality, likes fists, feet, knives and guns, and it is difficult to write such a brilliant masterpiece.

Zhou Lang, the son of Zhou, was also stunned when he heard this, took the manuscript from the hands of the grandmaster, praised it a little, and praised it with a little love: "Not bad, not bad, a good picture of a beautiful woman who is tired and lazy, borrowing people to describe the scene, but it is also rhyme carefully, echoing before and after, and good words!" ”

He circulated the manuscript around, and several people put their heads together and read it carefully, and no one did not give a thumbs up.

Some people are staring at it and savoring it, some people are shaking their heads and reading along, and more people are asking left and right, who is this Chen Yu? Someone pointed out that it was the son of a certain Zhizhou over there in Jiangnan, and the person who asked suddenly realized that he was a child of a family, no wonder he was so powerful.

"It's just...... It's a feminine word, like it's made for women. In the admiration, there was a noise made by a few people who understood, which was naturally easily covered, and the manuscript paper was circulated in all directions, and it soon reached Chen Ying's hands.

Looking at the words on the paper that belonged to the villain called Changsun Hong, Chen Ying closed her eyes and didn't want to look at it carefully, but Zong Shengxian took it over and chuckled lightly: "I didn't expect that Brother Chen Yu has grown so much now that he can write such good words, I remember that when I came last year, I asked him to write lyrics and broke the pen shaft, and he didn't write a few words." In just one year, it seems that he has changed as a person, Sister Chen, is the gentleman and master in Jingli martial arts so powerful? ”

Chen Ying smiled awkwardly, smiled but did not answer, and used tea to cover up.

The younger brother Chen Yu didn't understand his sister's troubles at the moment, and he winked hard at this side, with a proud look of showing off, which made Chen Ying look more and more annoyed.

"Mr. Zhou, has you made up your mind in today's little competition?" Grandmaster Dao saw the scene where everyone in the hall rushed to see Chen Yu Jintang Chun, turned around, and asked Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang bowed slightly: "Lord Zhizhou already has a leader in his heart, and everyone expects it, so there is no need to ask me." ”

The grandmaster laughed and waved his hand again and again: "Sir's words are wrong, Chen Yu is the son of my old friend, for me, it is equivalent to my nephew, and the relationship is close, although his words are good, but if I judge him first, I am afraid of causing gossip, saying that I am elbow and biased in favor of my family, which is not good." ”

Zhou Lang said: "Chen Gongzi is brilliant, and winning the first place is expected by everyone, why is it bad?" ”

Grandmaster Dao shook his head even harder, and said, "It's not proper, this kid is young and vigorous, who knows if someone has done this good work and used it as a façade for him?" If he is judged to be the first and more proud, it will be more difficult to improve in the future, and it will be better to ...... Please Mr. get off the field, fill in a poem, how about accounting for the first place? ”

Several state officials at the same table also chimed in, and they all said: "Yes, yes, sir, the name, I will wait for the mountains to look up, please give me advice." ”

Zhou Lang smiled and shirked a few words, where were a few people willing to give up, first, the Grandmaster Dao recommended Zhou Lang at the beginning, which made everyone quite unconvinced. Second, I heard that Zhou Lang wanted to be a trainer in the academy, and without two brushes, how could he suppress a large number of powerful children inside? So the more he pushed, the more everyone cheered.

Grandmaster Dao didn't have any other ideas, he just wanted Zhou Lang, who was presiding over the exam in the palace exam, to show his ability, and when he arrived in the state in the future, he would have a reputation and status.

It was difficult to be gracious, Zhou Lang was helpless, and said with a smile: "The adults have orders, everyone is gracious, Zhou will not end up again, I am afraid that there is a suspicion of being arrogant, since this is the case, Zhou will be ugly." ”

He shook his clothes, stood up calmly, and walked to the table where the pen and ink were placed accompanied by the Grandmaster Dao, who wrote the ink for him, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what Mr. wants to write?" ”

Zhou Lang picked up the pen, fixed it, and replied loudly: "Since the title is the autumn scene, everyone is writing about the autumn scene, and I will also write a poem that should be titled, but Zhou's words are not his own, but borrowed flowers to offer Buddha." ”

"Oh?" In the surrounding amazed voice, Zhou Lang quickly put down the pen, full of ink on the paper outline and move, such as dragon swimming, such as phoenix dance, his font is not the thin gold body of the strong and thin smart way, but it is a majestic grass body, the pen is like a swimming dragon, full of paper dancing, full of personality.

"Oh, drunk and down......" Everyone held their breath and quietly watched the ink-like font write out line by line, and the grandmaster read it out in a low voice, the name of the word plate is obscure, but it is rare to hear that someone has written it.

"A few cold mountains, the wind is low and the ....... of the Central Plains Road is broken"

With the deep voice of the Grandmaster, the heroic feeling of the drunken and down-falling martyr in his twilight years but aiming for thousands of miles slowly unfolded like a picture scroll, hitting the depths of people's hearts, and the eagle struck the loneliness of flying thousands of miles in the sky, like a flood, surging, the whole song is like a vivid and picturesque performance, which moved everyone.

"Who is the man gambling with...... Wonderful! Grandmaster Dao clapped his hands violently, and snapped: "Mr. Zhou, whose masterpiece is this?" Such a heroic and uninhibited, its open-mindedness and long-term ambition are really rare, and it is actually inspirational to sing the eagle in the open, which is rare and too rare! ”

After Zhou Fuzi finished writing the last word, he put down the pen, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his chest and abdomen, as if when he wrote this poem, he was holding his breath and doing it in one go.

The people in the hall had gathered around, and the exclamations came and went, and many young and vigorous teenagers were infected with their enthusiasm, scrambling to get a pen and paper to copy it.

"This was written by one of my students, he was not famous, he was only twelve years old, a righteous son in a remote village, his parents were farming, he was not amazing, he had no longevity, and there was nothing merit in saying it." Zhou Fuzi replied lightly, but he couldn't hide the emotion in his tone: "This is a homework he gave me, and I will use it to hand over the autumn words that everyone wrote today." ”

"Twelve? Peasant boys? Grandmaster Dao and the others' jaws were about to drop, and even Zong Shengxian and Chen Ying, who were standing a little farther away from the man who were squeezed together with the man, were also surprised, and there was a burst of exclamations in the hall, even more than just now.

"Is that true?" Grandmaster Dao picked up the piece of paper with flying handwriting, and said in a loud voice: "It takes at least twenty years of experience for this word to be written, but it was written by a twelve-year-old boy?" ”

"If I didn't do it, how dare I impersonate it." Master Zhou said to an official in the crowd: "Wang Jiaoyu, speaking of which, this young man is going to study with you." ”

"Where am I?" Wang Jiaoyu was stunned, and then ecstatic: "Could it be ...... Are the three brothers of the Li family? ”

"No, this person's surname is the eldest grandson, and his single name is a Hongzi."

With Zhou Fuzi's explanation, a crisp sound of a tea cup falling to the ground suddenly sounded in the hall, and everyone followed the sound to look, only to see Chen Ying, who was standing next to Zong Shengxian, stunned in place as if she had lost her soul, and a good teacup of fine porcelain from western Sichuan, with the undrunk tea, fell to pieces on the ground.

(End of chapter)