A song is played, straight as fairy music into the ears, everyone is intoxicated by it, which shows that this Qiuyuan girl, the piano skills can be called a must.

The sound of the piano has stopped, Wang Jie has a smile on his face, and nodded slightly: "The girl from Qiuyuan has better piano skills than before, and a straight song is ecstatic!" ”

Behind the screen, an ethereal voice sounded, neither humble nor arrogant: "Gongzi praises falsely, Qiu Yuan is ashamed." ”

"What's the shame of that?" The admiration on Xu Lun's face was somewhat similar to Huba's, and he said: "Everyone in Beiping City is well-known, and the girl from Qiuyuan is both talented and beautiful, and her piano skills are even more amazing,"

Xu Lun's tone was flattering, but the girl from Qiuyuan was unmoved, and said in a flat tone: "Gongzi Xu has won the award." ”

Wang Jie glanced at Xu Lun, shook his head slightly, looked at the direction of the screen with a smile, and said, "The song of the girl in Qiuyuan is really intoxicating!" However, today's primary thing is still the poetry club, why don't you ask the first question of this poetry club, and the girl from Qiuyuan will come up with the question? ”

The girl of Qiu Yuan got up, saluted everyone, and said slowly: "Since the prince asked Qiu Yuan to make a question, Qiu Yuan was disrespectful, so he offered his ugliness. ”

"This is autumn, and you sons will use autumn to compose poems, how about it?" The girl from Qiuyuan smiled faintly, although it was covered by tulle, it was still beautiful.

"Autumn?" Mr. Li muttered softly, looked at a few people beside him, and said with a smile: "With autumn as the theme, this is a bit interesting, and I don't know what kind of poems can be made by those present?" ”

The old man on the left said with a smile: "Yes, autumn, since ancient times, has been sad and sad, if it remains the same, it has lost some taste." ”

"It's difficult, it's difficult, from ancient times to the present, how many literati and ink writers, this autumn sad habit is difficult to change, but it is worth looking forward to, if it is autumn, it can be affectionate and sexual, it is also a masterpiece." Another old man said.

Someone also asked: "Chunsheng, didn't you say that Luo Cheng had already applied for the poetry meeting, why is he still missing?" ”

Mr. Li smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Luo Cheng Xiaoyou has actually arrived in the Yinghong Mansion, and you will naturally see it later, now the old man Rong is selling a pass." ”

Several people were stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "I see, I am looking forward to Luo Cheng's performance." ”

Wang Jie was not far away, so he could naturally hear the discussion of several people, he frowned invisibly, and couldn't help but say, "Sell it?" This Luo Cheng is really a big shelf. ”

However, Wang Jie did not show these thoughts, but looked at the Qiuyuan girl and said: "The Qiuyuan girl is worthy of being a talented girl, and it is also suitable to take the autumn school examination." ”

"In the following preface to clarify the rules, in the field, all put pen and ink, if it has become a poem, can be inscribed on paper, handed over to a few elders to judge, and then publicized to everyone." Wang Jie turned around, looked at everyone, and said in a paused tone, "Do you have any objections to this?" ”

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Wang Jie nodded and said, "Since you have no objections, this poetry meeting has begun, and you can start writing." ”

Luo Cheng looked around and found that many of them were frowning and thinking hard. Autumn is a big proposition, and it's very simple to write about autumn, but it's hard to write well.

However, in Luo Cheng's memory, there is indeed a poem about autumn, which is also suitable for use here.

He won't copy the kind of poems that linger and mourn and love each other. Although he is a copyist, he is not a brainless copyist, he is only twelve years old now, thirteen years old, if he talks about love and love every day, what do others think of him?

The most important thing is that if he is noticed by Daddy Luo, a wave of divine turns, not only does not stop his "early love" behavior, but asks him to pull the object out to meet.

How embarrassing that is!

On the contrary, there are some ingenious poems, which are more stylish and can better reflect his character that is different from ordinary people......

On the seats present, there were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. If you want to put pen to paper, you can just use it. Because the theme of autumn this time is really a bit broad, everyone is in a state of thought, and there is no hurry to write.

Luo Cheng glanced at his eyes, then took a pen and paper and began to write. He didn't have any deliberate pretending ideas, and he didn't need to wait until everyone finished writing and their eyes were focused before he started writing.

Finish writing early at this moment, don't pretend to be honest!

Luo Cheng lifted the pen, which is smooth in one go, without the slightest delay. His handwriting, although not very good, is enough to pass the eye. Luo Cheng crossed over, and the calligraphy was seriously flawed. Mr. Li can naturally find that he taught Luo Cheng the method of writing.

However, despite Mr. Li's teaching, calligraphy is not a day's work, even if Luo Cheng has an unimaginable memory and comprehension ability, it also requires accumulated practice.

That is, Luo Cheng's talent is able to get a glimpse of the path from a beginner in a short period of time. Although this calligraphy cannot be compared with Mr. Li, it also has the work of several years of work.

The title is "Autumn Thoughts", and the following is a subdued tone. Luo Cheng dipped in ink and wrote his name on it again.

Luo Cheng looked at his work and was quite satisfied, although this poem was not from him, it was brought into this world by him for the first time, and it was also full of a sense of achievement.

After writing, Luo Cheng put down the pen, swept his eyes, and found that there were still many people in contemplation, and some people had already started writing, but how awkward was the appearance of this word?

Luo Cheng glanced at Huba beside him, and couldn't help but be a little amused when he saw his frowning and thoughtful appearance. If you weren't a traverser, I'm afraid you'd have such a headache!

Or perhaps, if you are not a traverser, you won't even come here. The trajectory of his life has changed, and the word life seems simple, but it is unpredictable.

"Brother Hu, do you want me to help?" Luo Cheng hesitated for a moment and asked softly.

Hu Ba frowned and shook his head, and said solemnly: "This time it was the girl from Qiuyuan who came up with the question herself, how can I pretend to be him?" After saying that, he continued to have a headache.

Throughout the audience, the three people known as the three heroes of Beiping are the most calm, although they have never written, they will not seem to be in a hurry and flustered. I don't know if they are pretending to be forced, or they will not write until they are absolutely sure.

Luo Cheng's performance was naturally seen by Mr. Li and several others. Mr. Li is accustomed to it and remains quiet.

The person beside Mr. Li couldn't help frowning, and someone said in a deep voice: "Who is this person's disciple?" is so perfunctory, and others have never put pen to paper, this person is so flamboyant and pretending to be a ghost. ”

Someone echoed in a low voice: "This person can actually blend into my Beiping Junjie Poetry Club, it's really hateful, the old man wants to see what this person can write." ”

When Mr. Li heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, quickly stretched, and said indifferently: "Whether it is a genius or a fool, you don't have to rush to a conclusion, you will find out later." ”

He is also looking forward to it in his heart, this time, what kind of poem can Luo Cheng write?