At this moment, Zhao Hao has thousands of *** rushing in his heart, and there are thousands of sentences to talk about, but his face does not move, and the corners of his mouth show a sneer.

Judging from everyone's discussion just now, I am afraid that two years ago, the real Zhao Hao must have been humiliated for a while. The Song people emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts, this kind of humiliation in literature, even if they were children of the clan, they could only swallow their anger, dare to be angry and dare not fight back, if they were violent, it would be insulting and become a joke.

Although most of the people in the audience did not mix in Zhao Hao's clan identity, only a small number of flattering the Zheng family were vigorously fueling the flames, but they still had a lot of momentum. Those neutrals also have an attitude of watching the excitement, and even have a dark psychology, after all, it can be regarded as a long-term drunken conversation to make Zhao Hao, the only son of the Zhao Mansion and the son of the clan, make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

At this time, Zheng Yu also stood up slowly, and said slowly: "Two years ago, Brother Zhao has threatened to no longer participate in the peony flower meeting in Baihuazhuang, but today he came uninvited, presumably because the poetry skills of the article have improved by leaps and bounds, and he wants to make a splash at the flower party. ”

As soon as the words fell, countless people immediately coaxed in.

At this time, Xie Yu and Wang Jue, who were not far away, both changed their faces slightly. Xie Yu felt that Zhao Hao had lost face, his aunt's face was not good-looking, and the Xie family had also lost face, but Wang Jue had already regarded Zhao Hao as a close friend, so he was naturally extremely unhappy. Even the purple-clothed girl next to Wang Jue showed an angry look on her face, although she didn't have much affection for Zhao Hao, she couldn't see Zheng Yu being so aggressive.

"Wait!" Xie Yu suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, shifting everyone's attention to him, "Zhao Xie's family, share honor and disgrace, the Xie family is the Zhao family, the Zhao family is the Xie family, my cousin is recovering from a serious illness and is not in good health, why don't you let me compose a lyric for my cousin to make up the number of the four families?" ”

Zheng Yu seemed to have expected Xie Yu's move, and said with a smile: "No, no, the Zhao family's surname is Zhao, the Xie family's surname is Xie, Brother Zhao is a child of the clan, how can Brother Xie be a substitute?" ”

Thinking about it deeply, it was a bit heart-wrenching, after all, the children of the clan were related to the face of the official family, and Xie Yu was speechless for a while.

At this time, Lu Qing couldn't see it, and just stood up and wanted to say something, but he heard Zheng Yu already preemptively say: "Lu Gong doesn't need to say much, I have to see that Brother Zhao is closing his eyes and reciting, he must have already made up his mind, how can he miss Brother Zhao's masterpiece?" ”

Lu Qing: "......"

Although Lu Qing is considered a Confucian in Jiangning, on the surface, he looks like "An Neng destroys his eyebrows and bends his waist to do the powerful", but in fact, he has a little utilitarian heart in his heart after all, and he doesn't want to offend any of the four major mansions.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the field fell on Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

But I heard Zheng Yu laugh again: "Two years ago, Brother Zhao shocked the four with a quatrain and became famous in Jiangning. The foolish brother still remembers it vividly...... A peony is red, and the branches and leaves under the flowers are green. I want to take it off and send it to my mother, in exchange for a night of romance. ”

Hahaha~

The people around couldn't help but laugh back and forth, and the little boy in purple turned his head and took a sip.

I'll go~ This is obviously a peerless word...... The old driver who can't drive is not a good poet, you will appreciate a hairy ah, only full of paper of spring, flowers, sorrow, resentment, I don't know what to say, I hear Lao Tzu goosebumps, which is like this peerless good word, easy to understand, charming......

Seeing that Zhao Hao was silent, Zheng Yu was even more unscrupulous, and laughed: "Brother Zhao's good words back then were also famous in Jiangning, hahaha......"

It seems that the original owner not only has poor poetry skills, but also calligraphy is even more miserable...... But I'm not good at calligraphy, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to look foreign if I really want to write.

Looking at Zheng Yu's triumphant and invincible expression, Zhao Hao only felt itchy teeth, and he couldn't wait to knock him down with a punch, and then measure his face with the soles of his shoes.

At this moment, Zhao Hao's heart was already crazy, and he had been holding back a sentence of mother's criticism in his heart for a long time...... Mom sells batches, copying poems such a bad stalk has been played by the traverser, Lao Tzu has also studied in elementary school, do you have to force Lao Tzu to play once!

Finally, Zhao Hao showed a strange smile on his face, and said lightly: "Bring the pen!" ”

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, and then a strange look appeared on his face, with ridicule, pleasure, and disdain......

The crowd in the venue also calmed down, many people showed pity and sympathy, the farce two years ago, many people present had witnessed it with their own eyes, and now they only felt that the story was going to repeat itself.

Xie Yu turned his head silently with a wry smile and shame on his face.

Wang Jue finally understood what was going on, and he felt a burst of chagrin: "Bringing Brother Zhao here today embarrassed him, how can I sit idly by?" ”

As soon as Wang Jue slapped the table, he was about to stand up for Zhao Hao, but was stopped by the purple-clothed girl on the side: "Brother don't have to be impatient, I'm afraid my brother won't be able to help anything with this kind of thing, so it's better to wait and see what happens." ”

While speaking, someone was already on a square table in front of the screen, spread out good rice paper, and prepare pen and ink.

In the midst of a group of people's gloating or sympathetic expressions, Zhao Hao strode forward and walked to the square table.

"Consume 1000 merit points to exchange for a brush calligraphy primary skill book, which is permanently valid."

"Use a brush calligraphy primary skill book, and the host's calligraphy ability will be improved to the elementary level."

Zhao Hao only felt that his right hand started from his shoulder, and a warm current slowly flowed down, until his fingertips stopped, and he felt that his hands had become stronger and more flexible.

He took a deep breath, picked up the brush on the table, and an indescribable feeling emerged in his hand, just like when he loved to play basketball, he bought a basketball of his own for the first time and was eager to try it.

Immediately afterwards, he naturally immersed the brush blade in the ink. At this time, Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and others had already followed.

For some reason, Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly glanced at the purple-clothed son-in-law beside Wang Jue inexplicably...... Pretending to be forced and slapping the enemy in the face, if it is in front of a beautiful woman, especially if the beauty is still the goddess of the enemy, what a pleasure it will be!

The brush was dipped in ink for a few seconds, Zhao Hao resolutely lifted it, the brush fell towards the rice paper, and said with a faint smile: "It's rare that Brother Zheng and you are so gracious, and the younger brother is better to obey his fate than to be respectful, so he has to be ugly." ”

Looking in the direction of the son-in-law, the brush was already dancing like a dragon and a phoenix, and it was like a cloud flowing with water, and soon he wrote two lines of words - the name of the word plate plus the first line of five words. The person on the side watched, and after a moment, he had helped read out the two lines that had been written.

"He bridegroom...... The dawn fog must be retracted. ”

As soon as the first sentence came out, the embarrassed look on Xie Yu's face had eased, but Zheng Yu's face changed slightly, and an ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

The first sentence of the bridegroom is not an excellent sentence, but it also crushed many of the poems tonight.

Especially the two lines of cursive writing, which are shocking and magnificent, and they have the style of the king's right army. The calligraphy skills alone are probably enough to fight with Lu Qing and other great Confucians, even Xie Yu is slightly inferior, and Zheng Yu is even worse.

Is this still the Zhao Mansion gentleman who used ghost-like calligraphy two years ago to write bullshit limericks?

Zhao Hao seems to be quite satisfied with his calligraphy, although it is said to be a beginner, this calligraphy skill is really good, I can't believe that I wrote it myself.

Lu Qing and the others, who were originally silent, also stood up one after another, walked to the desk, and stood behind Zhao Hao.

Next, Xie Yu, who was in high spirits, used an extremely clear and magnetic voice to read Zhao Hao's words and spread them throughout the hall.

Zhao Hao continued to write hard.

"Peony flowers, like people half drunk, can't look up. Snow is refined into ice, ice is made into water......"

It was another line of handwriting with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and the handwriting on the back of the paper, with Xie Yu's voice chanting, the audience was in an uproar, and Lu Qing and other great Confucians showed incredible looks on their faces.

"Good!" Lu Qing was the first to blurt out, which was a heartfelt cheer.

Such a good sentence, with just one sentence, is enough to compete with the masterpieces of Xie and Wang, and the limelight overshadows Zheng Yu's "Appreciating Peony"!

In an instant, Zheng Yu's face had already turned the color of pig liver, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of surprise.

His poetry skills are not shallow, and he naturally knows that his opponent has crushed himself with just this good sentence.

Zheng and Zhao, both relatives of the emperor, have conflicts in business, and have been fighting openly and secretly, plus I heard that Zhao Hao humiliated Zheng Feng yesterday and went to his gambling house to make trouble, so that Zheng Yu had already thought about how to humiliate Zhao Hao from the moment he saw Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the son of the waste wood clan who was like an idiot turned out to be like a divine help, and he wanted to humiliate him in turn.

"Peony flowers, like people half drunk, can't look up...... What a quatrain! The woman in purple read this poem lightly and let out a heartfelt admiration.

Wang Jue on the side, with a relieved look on his face, lifted the wine jug in front of him, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it all: "Good wine, good wine, haha......"

"Congratulations to the bridegroom

The dawn fog must be retracted.

Peony flowers, like people half drunk, can't look up.

Snow is refined into ice, and ice is used for water.

Ten flowers are not opened. and the wind and rain are also controlled.

It's just that the spring color of Dongwu is in full bloom, and the roots are removed, and the leaves are changed to be yellow and purple.

The noble one is called Yao Wei. ”

Shangque has become, fresh and graceful, every sentence is a finely crafted sentence, never lost to any poem tonight, compared to Zheng Yu's "Peony Appreciation" is more than that, as long as the next que does not take the limerick route, the first three works are proper.

Ge Changqing, a famous poet and founder of the Jindan School of Southern Sect, was born in 1194 (76 years after this time), young and intelligent, proficient in the Nine Classics, able to write poetry, good at calligraphy and painting, talented, and rich in writing.

This song reciting peony's "He Bridegroom" is also one of its masterpieces, although it is not as good as Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao and other famous poets left by the eternal swan song, but crushing the Confucian scribes present, naturally there is no pressure.