As one of the first seven sons of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Tingxiang left a lot of poetry works for posterity. Zhou Zhi was a liberal arts graduate of a well-known university in later generations, so he naturally remembered Wang Tingxiang's poems. At this time, Wang Tingxiang was only in his twenties, and many of his poems had not yet been written, even if they were written, Wang Tingxiang had not made them public, so everyone naturally would not know.

Zhou Zhi heard it clearly, the poem that Wang Tingxiang and Liu Long were talking about was a poem written by Wang Tingxiang called "Langzhong Song". I have to admire Liu Long's talent is very agile, and he is well-informed, just now Wang Tingxiang said the first sentence of his "Langzhong Song", although Liu Long took a lot of effort, he finally came up with the second sentence. And the second sentence is the same as Wang Tingxiang's original poem.

But as soon as the third sentence "Spring River is in the eyes" came out, it really made Liu Long and the literati difficult.

After a long time, there was no response from Liu Long's side, Wang Tingxiang picked up the teacup again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "This poem is very difficult, it is indeed difficult to get out!" Hehe! ”

Zhang Jian then smiled, "Hehe! I still have a lot of talents in the area of Baoding Mansion, this Boye Liu Long is worthy of being the descendant of the Liu family, the head of this year's Boye County test, can fight with Mr. Junchuan no less than ten sentences, it can be called amazing!

Now Mr. Junchuan's sentence 'Spring River is in the same eye' seems that no one can be right, but no! I don't have to be discouraged by the talents in Wanxian County, I only need to read more poetry in the future, and I will definitely be able to compete with Mr. Junchuan one day. ”

Although Zhang Jian spoke ostensibly to cheer up the talents in the Wanxian area he invited, the voice outside the strings was obviously complimenting Wang Tingxiang and boasting for Wang Tingxiang. I really don't know what kind of relationship he has with Wang Tingxiang, as a well-known literati in Wanxian, how he favors outsiders to speak.

Zhang Jian paused for a moment and said, "Everyone, since this 'Spring River is in the same eye', since no one is right, let it pass." Today is a peach blossom event organized under the organization, I can't wait for Yaxing, come to play is to have fun, and then I will ask you to write poems, let Mr. Junchuan come to a pair, can you? ”

He is the organizer of the Peach Blossom Poetry Club and the host of the Poetry Club, so naturally no one will not listen to him.

But no one could get Wang Tingxiang's poem right just now, so he turned it over, and everyone present felt disgraced. There are many literati from Wanxian, Boye, Qingdu and Tang County, but they can't fight a foreigner, which is always easy to say if it is a legend. But no matter how dull your face is and how depressed you feel, you can't do anything about it.

Wang Tingxiang took another sip of tea and said, "Since Brother Zhang Jian said so, then I, Wang Tingxiang, will entrust it once, please come and go." ”

As soon as his words fell, a voice suddenly came out in a very inconspicuous corner, "The sky is wide and the smoke is floating, and the sand is shining low." Chunjiang is in the same eye, only to feel different Brazil! ”

The voice was loud, and it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears for a while. Obviously, this poem speaks of the next sentence of Wang Tingxiang's sentence "Spring River is in the eyes", "I only feel different from Brazil." ”

The four lines of poetry are joined into one poem.

"Good! What a 'just feel different Brazil!' 'That's right! There are really capable people in my Wanxian area! After a burst of consternation, Liu Long was the first to react and shouted loudly with joy.

However, Liu Long doesn't know who came out, and it is estimated that if he knew, he would definitely not applaud like this.

Liu Long was followed by Che Lang, Feng Mao and many other literati cheered, chanting carefully, catchy and extraordinary.

Wang Tingxiang was about to accept everyone's challenge, thus showing that he was even more high, but someone suddenly corrected the next sentence of the poem, and at this time he couldn't help but look surprised, trying his best to search for the source of the voice.

Because everyone had just focused on Wang Tingxiang and Zhang Jian, as well as a lot of sorrow, no one noticed who this voice came from.

Zhang Jian's face turned pale instantly, but soon turned normal, he immediately stood up, looked at everyone, coughed a few times, and then asked in a loud voice, "Who read the poem just now?" Please stand up and let me get to know each other. What a great poem, it's not bad! ”

The strange thing is that no matter how Zhang Jian asked, no one answered.

The four lines of the poem just now seem to have fallen from the sky or sent out from the earth.

However, in that remote corner, Kou Peihan was turning his head to look at Zhou Zhi with a smug and happy face, and Zhou Zhi was a little embarrassed. Fan Jin, Che Lang and others even threw their eyes at Zhou Zhi with great admiration and approval.

Hehe! The chanting of that Lang Lang just now was naturally done by Zhou Zhi. However, Zhou Zhi read the poem, but he didn't want to stand up and admit it at this time.

Since Zhou Zhi was unwilling to stand up, Fan Jin, Che Lang and others did not break it. In their minds, it would be better for Wang Tingxiang and Zhang Jian to make them realize that there are not people in Wanxian who are talented and talented, but they just don't want to see Wang Tingxiang in general.

A Mr. Junchuan of Lankao, Wang Tingxiang, has no one in his eyes, and it is difficult to accommodate so many literati, which is too outrageous.

Zhou Zhi thought that Wang Tingxiang was also one of the first seven sons of the Ming Dynasty and was a well-known figure in history. As a last resort, it is still necessary to save some face for him, and it is okay to teach him a lesson so that he is no longer so arrogant.

Zhang Jian asked a few times one after another, but no one stood up, so he felt bored, and simply said, "Okay, then I will ask you to write a poem and let Mr. Junchuan answer it." ”

As soon as his words fell, a middle-aged scribe stood up and said, "Brother Zhang Jian, everyone wrote a poem for Mr. Junchuan to answer, as if I was embarrassed for Mr. Junchuan." Today happens to be the Peach Blossom Poetry Club, up and down the mountain, inside and outside the city, there are peach blossoms everywhere in the eyes, if we wait for the peach blossom as the theme today, each person recites a poem.

Of course, all of you here are talented, and there may be people like Cao Zhi who can become poets in seven steps. Therefore, you can recite an ancient poem of peach blossoms at will, and the person who recites it at the end is the winner of today's poetry meeting.

Of course, you can also write poems immediately, but the poems you make must be praised by everyone! ”

Obviously, this person's proposal is much more interesting to the poem than what Zhang Jian put forward just now. At the same time, it is also a test for everyone present.

Those who were a little less knowledgeable in the audience naturally had to read the poems earlier, otherwise when others said the poems, they would not have read them.

At this time, there are no less than 50 literati on the high platform of this peach blossom poetry club, searching the intestines and scraping the stomach, and there will be no more than 50 poems describing peach blossoms in ancient times, so it is also very face-saving to be able to recite a poem about peach blossoms in front of everyone.

Zhang Jian glanced at Wang Tingxiang, Wang Tingxiang nodded slightly, obviously he was also satisfied with this proposal, and thought that he must be the last bard, the winner.