Drunken Spring House is here, the osmanthus rain is rewarded, and I have also read this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, Lu Fujing and Zhang Twelve's opinions basically coincide - what's the point?

glanced at Wang Yunshi in a daze, and then said to Chen Qiaoxi: "Auntie, Yun'er is gone, we ......"

Chen Qiaoxi patted Wang Yunshi and said apologetically: "Yunshi, it's all our bad this time, when I go back and teach him a good lesson, I will definitely take him to apologize to you!" ”

After speaking, Chen Qiaoxi and Lu Fujing chased the two out together.

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Wang Yunshi bit her lip, thinking that it was really boring to stay here, and turned around to leave, but her eyes glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then turned around and stopped, reached out to pick up the rice paper, and looked at it fixedly.

Like all people who see Zhang Twelve for the first time, Wang Yunshi's first reaction was: Good words!

Then I read it unconsciously:

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it.

I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Who wrote this word?

Wang Yunshi saw what he was writing here just now, and he must have no doubt.

And this word is clearly what he wrote to show that he was dissatisfied with the talented people present, "worrying about the new words", isn't it exactly what he just said about moaning without illness?

Although the word is not long, the whole word is cleverly conceived and easy to approach. Thick sorrow is underwritten, and heavy words are lightly spoken. Passion in graceful, subtle, shallow and deep, with a unique intriguing charm.

The writing is fresh and refined, the style is sophisticated and mature, but the realm expressed in this poem is not like what a young person should have.

He's still so young, he seems to be much younger than himself!

At this time, Wang Yunshi finally convinced herself that he couldn't be a plagiarist, just by looking at the words, he couldn't write such a strong and arrogant character without more than ten years of skills, let alone this word.

Wang Yunshi remembered why he refused to write lyrics, and why he commented on Hou Junting's words like that - it was because he disdained it!

Compared to what he wrote, those words can't be read at all!

It seems that he has really wronged him, and whoever has such talent and is still wronged and ridiculed like this will not behave better than him, right?

However, why do you know that you are wrong, but you are still very aggrieved?

The more she thought about Zhang Twelve's ruffian appearance when he said "It's about your birds", the more angry Wang Yunshi became: Isn't it just wronging you, can't you let me? I'm a woman!

Hmph, I've wronged you!

Wang Yunshi didn't throw the rice paper on the table angrily, and didn't care what Wang Ba was doing, and left Zuichun Building alone.

And the rice paper fell on the table, and with a gust of wind, it slowly floated up......

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Looking at Li Xiangbai again, seeing that the atmosphere here is getting more and more intense, everyone's interest is getting higher and higher, and he is getting happier and happier in his heart, thinking that it's time for him to make a move!

He has been preparing for today's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for several months, and the words have been written and written, changed and changed, and finally selected the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that he is most satisfied with.

He read Qin Yutong's words, although they were good, but they were slightly inferior to his song.

Thinking that when his words came out, and then Qin Yutong and other talented and beautiful people showed envy and admiration for him, he felt a little fluttering.

Especially Qin Yutong, last year you blamed me for not winning you, then this time I will win you and let you bow down under my Mid-Autumn Festival words, hahaha......

Because everyone gathered around Lin Zimo to discuss Qin Yutong's words, and the table on Li Xiangbai's side was also empty, he took a step forward, coughed a few times, wanted to attract others, and then began to write-to be precise, it should be dictation.

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Who knew that at this time, a vision suddenly appeared.

"Hey, which son's words were written, and why did they fall to the ground?"

At this time, someone in the crowd picked up a piece of rice paper with words written on it from the ground and asked loudly.

"Huh! Good words, good words! What kind of font is this, why is it so thin and clear, I have never seen it before? ”

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

Then a group of people chimed in there.

The talents who can appear here are either from prestigious families or from wealthy families, so naturally they have never applied for a job as a scholar of the Lu family, and it is normal that they have never seen Zhang Twelve's words.

And that time in the Lu family, Lu Ziliang's mouth said that "the famous talents in Liangzhou City are here" is just a lie with a long face, it can't be true, otherwise how could a group of people not even be able to write a decent poem?

"Words are good words, this word is also a good word, in my opinion, this word is even better than this word!"

"I think the words are good, but this calligraphy is the essence, if you don't have more than ten years of skills, there is no such pen power!"

Everyone was divided into two factions at once, arguing about which word or word was better, but they didn't know that the more they argued, the more it set off the cleverness of the lyricist!

"Worried about the new words? The word is like ......"

Everyone is also a reader, so they can naturally understand the meaning of this word, no matter how you look at this word, it seems to point the finger at Qin Yutong and Hou Junting, because just now, only the words of the two of them were circulated and discussed, but isn't it the person who "worries about the new words"?

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It seems that the words written by someone were lost, and everyone gathered around, pointing and discussing here, no one paid attention to him Li Dacai was about to compose the lyrics, Li Xiangbai was very angry, put down the pen and walked over.

"Here, let me see!"

Li Xiangbai pushed away the crowd domineeringly, took the rice paper from the man's hand, and then looked at it.

Frightened.

Chill in the heart.

This is his most intuitive reaction after reading it.

What is surprising is that this word is superior both in terms of words and the words themselves, although he is conceited, he also knows the gap between himself and this poem.

The cool thing is that the Mid-Autumn Festival words that he has been preparing for a few months are in vain, although this word is not a Mid-Autumn Festival word, but the realm is too wonderful, even if he throws out the prepared word now, it is just a cannon fodder!

"Huh? Li Gongzi doesn't seem to have written the lyrics yet, could this be his writing? ”

"That's right, the people present are afraid that Li Gongzi has such a talent and can make such good words!"

"I didn't expect that Li Gongzi returned from Liangzhou last year, and he learned from the pain, and he made such progress in one year, which makes us scholars ashamed!"

"Li Gongzi, did you write this word?"

was asked by a group of people, and Li Xiangbai's brain began to fly.

Yes or no, that's the question.

Isn't it true, aren't all the previous efforts wasted?

I said yes, but what if it was known?

No matter!

Li Xiangbai was heartbroken, took Qin Yutong down first, and then took her to Jingzhou, even if the East Window incident happened, he would not be here, well, that's it!

"Hehe, Li Mou made a clumsy gesture, which made everyone laugh!"

Li Xiangbai arched his hand and smiled at everyone.