Chapter 7 I took it

Zhu Guangde on the side was still unwilling to give up, "Uncle and nephew think that although everyone has never heard of this poem before, this does not prove that this poem must have been written by my cousin, and I believe that the adults present may not have no doubts." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhu Guangde made a circle of hoops with his fists, and seeing that everyone did not refute him, he became even more proud for a while.

"If my cousin really has this talent, it is better to write a poem on the spot. Well, now is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the poem I wrote just now is also based on the theme of peach blossoms, so it is still based on the theme of peach blossoms. As long as the cousin can write another poem in public, the nephew will believe that the cousin wrote the poem just now. ”

Zhu Guangde proposed to let Yang Wu compose poems on the topic of peach blossoms on the spot, but this request was a bit excessive. The first poem can be said to be a poem written before, and it has just been recited; Now he is asked to compose a poem on the spot, although it is still the same as the one just now, with the theme of peach blossoms, but it is much more difficult to compose a new poem. Unless he prepared a number of poems with peach blossoms as the title in advance, if he really wanted to write poems temporarily, not to mention Yang Wu, even those scribes present did not dare to say that they could do it.

"What's so hard about that? Since the cousin didn't believe it in his heart, the younger brother took the peach blossom as the topic and made a poem on the spot. Yang Xingmi was about to refuse, but he saw Yang Wu answer first, he knew that everyone present still had doubts in their hearts, and if they didn't completely convince everyone today, they might not have any rumors in the future.

After speaking, Yang Wu left the banquet, walked slowly, drank a few sips of wine as he walked, and made a picture of closing his eyes and contemplating. All the guests also kept silent, for fear of disturbing his train of thought.

After walking for about ten steps, Yang Wu suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "Yes, cousin, listen up, it's still about peach blossoms." ”

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. ”

Everyone was shocked, what a speed, ancient books record that Cao Zhi can make a poem in seven steps, and now Yang Wu can also make a poem within ten steps, don't wait for the literary talent to catch up with Cao Zhi?

"A good sentence 'three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.'" With this sentence alone, this poem is enough to be passed down for a thousand years. The eldest son's literary brilliance is amazing! Dai Yougui put down the wine glass, slapped his thigh, and shouted loudly.

Other scribes also praised it.

However, before everyone could react in front of the fact that Yang Wu had made a good poem within ten steps just now, Yang Wu continued without being shocked: "Actually, the younger brother also wrote two poems just now, and now I will recite them together for my cousin to appreciate." ”

"Huajing peach blossoms in March, the glow shines on the heart of the mountain. It is a pity to say that it is a pity to say that the east wind is not blowing. ”

"I can't find it in the drunken spring, and I suddenly see the peach blossoms. It has always been flying to cover the night of the West Garden, and ten thousand candles are burning brightly. ”

Since ancient times, Cao Zhi has been amazed to write a poem in seven steps, and today someone can make three poems in ten steps, and an average of more than three steps to compose a poem. Isn't this even stronger than Cao Zhi?

Xie Lingyun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty said: There is only one stone in the world, Cao Zijian has eight buckets, I have one bucket, and a total of one bucket since ancient times and the present. Now that the eldest son is composing poems faster than Cao Zijian, can't he be called a talented nine buckets? Someone even said with a smile.

Seeing that everyone was stunned by his feat of "composing three poems in a row within ten steps", Yang Wu was also secretly proud in his heart. Today's limelight effect is really good, I expect to go out in the future, at least everyone present will never say again, "The eldest son of the king has no ability at all, and he can't learn literature, let alone martial arts." ”

"Just now my cousin said that as long as the younger brother takes the peach blossom as the theme and composes another poem, I believe that the younger brother can really write poetry, and now the younger brother has made three poems in a row, but the cousin believes it?" Yang Wu looked at Zhu Guangde with a playful look and asked.

"Impossible, it must be a coincidence!" Zhu Guangde was a little crazy.

"You must have made people compose a few poems about peach blossoms in advance!" He was so angry that his face turned pale, and he still didn't believe that Yang Wu could make poems, but he thought that he was lucky, and he happened to come across his own topic about peach blossoms, and he had prepared a number of peach blossom poems in advance, and he was annoyed for a while.

"If you want to believe for your brother, you have to change for something else. Yes, after the development of this dynasty, poetry has long since become less prosperous, and now the best poets have gone to write lyrics. Since my cousin is talented, it is better to fill in a poem in public, and the name of the word brand is "Like a Dream Order", and the theme must be Yongliu. If the cousin can do it, he will be convinced for the brother. Zhu Guangde pointed to the willow road by the pond outside the yard.

I don't know where he heard the name of "Dream Order", but he used it at this time. His request was much more difficult than the previous one, not only stipulating the name of the word brand, but also the subject matter. This kind of difficulty, many of the scribes present were afraid that no one could do it.

"How can a cousin not be true to his word? I just said it, but now I regret it. Anyway, today's little brother will convince his cousin! But this time, if the younger brother can really fill in a poem in public, the cousin can't regret it anymore, and he must say 'I'm convinced' in front of everyone, so good? ”

"Okay, that's it, as long as my cousin can fill in the words in public, I will not only be convinced by my brother, but I will also be willing to see my cousin in the future!" Although there was a hint of foreboding in his heart, Zhu Guangde was also out of the way at this moment.

Yang Xingmi was worried that Yang Wu would lose face in public, but now that he saw Yang Wu looking confident, he also put his heart at ease and watched, and the smile on his face was difficult to hide.

The other people present also looked like they were watching a show.

Among the people, only Mrs. Zhu said nothing with a gloomy face, "Okay, this kid, only your own people participated in the last small banquet, and you didn't show your clumsiness, but now you have a blockbuster at the banquet attended by so many generals." Yang Wu, I underestimated you. Unlike her nephew, she already had some faith in her heart when she saw him so confident.

Hearing Zhu Guangde say this, the joy on Yang Wu's face flashed, "What I was waiting for is your words, but you said it yourself." ”

I saw him stand up, holding a wine glass in one hand and the other behind him, with his eyes closed, pacing slowly along the path in the courtyard. The peach blossoms next to the trail are full of spring, which is quite poetic.

However, everyone was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery at the moment, and they all counted the time silently in their hearts, wanting to see how long it would take him to fill in a new poem this time.

The first generation of words began in the Sui Dynasty, when they were called long and short sentences, and they were only used as poems and small orders, but in this era, the new literary genre of words has begun to flourish.

At this moment, Yang Wu, who had just been in the limelight, knew the truth that he was too late, and it was already a little scary to write three poems in a row within ten steps, so he deliberately slowed down this time. After about a quarter of an hour, when everyone was a little impatient to wait, Yang Wu suddenly opened his eyes and said, "There is!" ”

Rao was deliberately waiting for a long time, and the speed of filling in the words was also a surprise to everyone present.

"That's too fast, isn't it?" Gao Mian and the others secretly stammered, "At this point, it's not enough to start." ”

I saw Yang Wu raise his wine glass and take a sip, and then he used his voice that was in the period of voice change to chant sentence by sentence.

"Powder falls into Baihua State, fragrant swallow building. Groups of people in pairs. Wandering is also like a thin human life, empty and slender, and said to be romantic.

The grass and trees are also worried, Shaohua is white-headed! Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life? It doesn't matter if you marry Dongfeng Chun, go by your own and endure drowning. ”

This poem is Yang Wu's shameless plagiarism of Lin Daiyu's lyrics in "Dream of Red Mansions", but no matter what, it is completely in line with Zhu Guangde's requirements.

With the previous feat of composing three poems in ten steps, everyone was not as shocked as before, only a big word "suit" seemed to be written on their faces.

"Cousin, are you convinced now?" Yang Wu looked at Zhu Guangde with a smile and said.

Zhu Guangde was angry in his heart, his face was flushed, his two hands were clenched tightly into fists and quickly released, if it weren't for the fact that everyone present was a high-ranking and powerful person, I was afraid that he would have to deny it.

Now in front of everyone, he can only grit his teeth and say: "I am convinced!" ”