Liu Qinghe's expression was slightly surprised, he was stunned for a moment, glanced at Li Yan, who had long hair fluttering, and then began to recite:

"Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general's return? This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak. The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed. Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight. Late visitors from Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair. ”

At this point, he explained: "This is the first song, in a woman's tone, and the next one, in a man's perspective...... When the king's long hair reaches to his waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, the horses were free, and they were all young heroes. The eastern capital is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty. Bloody battles in all directions, vowing to guard the mountains and rivers. There should be a day of triumphant return and a good night with Qing. I hope to grow old hand in hand, and I am willing to be with my son. ”

During his recitation, I don't know who reacted first and secretly looked at Li Yan. Gradually, other people also woke up from their dreams and looked at Li Yan one after another - the two poems are beautiful and easy to understand, and with Li Yan's long hair and fluttering beauty, they simply complement each other, like a painting.

Stinky boy, how can you make fun of me? Li Yan's face was hot and a little embarrassed, but she felt that these two poems were really amazing, and she couldn't help but listen to them and memorize them, but unfortunately the content was too long, and when Liu Qinghe finished reading it, he didn't remember much, and he couldn't help but subconsciously think that he must ask for the paper with the two poems written on it later.

"When my long hair reaches to my waist, it's ......good for the general to return," Su Miya muttered to herself, looking at Zhang You, her big eyes watery, bright and bright, as bright as stars. Her literary literacy is naturally not too high, but she feels that Zhang You's two poems are much stronger than those of Zhou Chunde, and she seems to have some kind of power that hits her heart.

Everyone has a feeling of fascination, everyone has words, and it seems that they are still reminiscing about the artistic conception in the poem.

Zhou Chunde was a little dumbfounded, not that he felt how good these two poems were, but that the feelings expressed in these two songs were too explicit and not a good work, but everyone's reaction, he also looked at it, and felt that he was going to lose, but he was not convinced.

Clearing his throat, he was about to say something to fight for it, who knows, before he could speak, he heard Zhang You smile and say: "Actually, I thought of several poems just now, but the time was too hasty, and only these two poems were written. ”

And also? Zhou Chun was stunned, is this really improvisation? He also saw Li Yan's long hair, but he didn't believe it anyway, these two songs can be written but improvised.

Su Miya's eyes brightened, and Li Yan also felt a little incredible, this is a poem, not to buy rice, a stick of incense, not even half an hour, it is not easy to make two poems, how can there be?

Everyone's thoughts were similar, curiosity arose, and they responded one after another, and the atmosphere was very warm.

At this point, Xin Ai Huang Taiji knew that the outcome of this game had been decided, thinking that there were two more games anyway, and it would be a little unsightly to let Zhang You win one game, so he simply calmed down and said with a smile: "The earl is really unparalleled, don't sell it, hurry up and recite it to everyone." ”

"When the king's hair reaches his waist, I will return to the court; In the past, he broke the horse and flew to the moon, and he was not afraid of shaking. The battlefield is crossed in the dark night, and the wolf smoke is known. The lonely cup is silent, and the wind sings alone. The prancing horse whipped the Hou Zhi, and once read through the world. The world is not old, and the country should be like this.

Zhang You chanted loudly, his body standing like a javelin, although he was polite, but with his recitation, he exuded an indescribable momentum, as if he had transformed into a general on the battlefield.

After reading it, he smiled and said: "Listen to this one again: 'When my long hair reaches my waist, the pure yang and snow are unpredictable, the two instruments and four images can be understood, and the few minds are impossible, and the three clears are started. Is it okay for the Taoist to marry me? Score the piano and blow the horn, Zixia sits and forgets the ladder and clouds, breaks the sky with the void and the wind, and the road ahead is Hongmeng. And what: 'Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, the blood stained and the sun is beautiful, the sword in my hand is broken, the sword in my hand is broken, the army is broken, and the sword is in the sleeve, and the gun will not fall." The military master is good to wait for me, the sun and the moon can show loyalty, and the dragon's teeth are out of the eight-sided battle, protecting my Ming family, and the loyal soul is not old. ’”

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a copyist, and his memory suddenly became surprisingly good, and he "recited" two more poems in a row, and then stopped talking.

The crows were silent, and the crowd looked at Zhang You stupidly, they were a little skeptical, is this still human? Five poems in a row, each beginning with long hair and waist, the artistic conception of each poem is so beautiful, especially the last one, "The dragon's teeth are out of the eight-sided battle, protect my Ming family, and the loyal soul is not old." This sentence aroused the resonance of the Han people present, and in their eyes, Zhang You's slightly thin figure suddenly became taller.

"The earl must be a Wenqu star, not a class to get an axe, let you laugh, no need to compare, admit defeat in the next." Zhou Chunde was the first to break the silence, what else is there to say? Who said poetry can't win by quantity? People are nakedly slapping their faces, and if they hold on, it will be even more embarrassing.

Suheba's expression seemed to have swallowed a fly alive, his fists clenched tightly, his muscles bulging, he had a feeling that he had been tricked, if it was possible, he really wanted to swing his fist hard and smash Zhang You's hateful smile.

Sumya was very excited, jumping up and down and cheering: "The Count has won, the Count has won." ”

The crowd seemed to feel her joy and turned around and cheered with her.

Zhang You looked at Li Yan proudly, but he didn't want Li Yan to roll his eyes, turned his head away in annoyance, couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and touched his nose in embarrassment - I really didn't mean to, okay? Who let your hairpin not fall off sooner or later, but at this time? Can I be blamed for this?

"I announce, the first game of Ming Weibo wins, and next, start the second game, Liu Qinghe, let's draw lots."

With Xin Ai Huang Taiji's voice, people gradually quieted down, repeating the last lottery action, Liu Qinghe took out a wooden stick from the lottery holder, held it high, and said: "The second game, Wubi." ”

As soon as his voice landed, the Suheba beast couldn't wait to stand up, beat his chest with his right fist, made a thumping sound, and said to Zhang You with a strange smile: "Ming Weibo, don't be complacent first, we can't compare to you, if you compete, you have to be careful, don't let me disfigure your little white face." ”

Zhang You smiled slightly: "Don't worry, there won't be a ...... in that situation."

Suheba interrupted him: "Whether it will appear or not, we will only know until we fight." ”

Zhang You shook his head: "We have a saint in the Ming Dynasty once said that those who work hard govern people, and those who work hard govern people, this second ...... I throw in the towel! ”

"Huh?" Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe their ears. (Once Literature Network,)