Xin Zhen looked shy: "Since this is the case, that kid doesn't do that twisting posture, so he will read out the poems and texts he thinks, please correct them!" ”

Su Shi nodded and smiled, looking ready to appreciate the good poems, and the rest of the people also smiled kindly at Xin Xi, but Zhang Zai was still full of disdain.

Xin Xi slowly took two steps forward, pretending to be a literati, and then he spoke: "Half an acre of square pond is opened." The sky and clouds and shadows are back together. ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Ouyang Xiu's eyes, the first two sentences of this poem are too ordinary, at most they are a description of the scenery in front of them, and they pay too much attention to the neatness of the battle, so that Ouyang Xiu, who started the ancient literature movement six years ago and abolished the Taixue style of writing, did not like it.

Naturally, the others noticed this, and their expressions became a little unnatural. Especially Shen Kuo and Zhang Lin, who were speaking for Xin Xi just now, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

Eleven Lang, Eleven Lang. What are you doing here? Are you sincere in what you want to do against Ouyang Gong?!

The whole scene fell silent.

Wang Shu happened to come over, nodded with Su Shi and others, heard the first two lines of Xin Xi's poems, the depression on his face was swept away, and with a somewhat smug smile, he walked to the side and gloated and waited for Xin Xi's last two sentences.

Xin Xi also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere of the scene, this feeling was like standing in front of a few classmates and talking bad about the teacher, and the teacher appeared behind him - everyone knows it, but he doesn't know it yet.

Instinctively felt that it was inappropriate, Xin Xi recalled it carefully, this poem is indeed Zhu Xi's, and it only appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty! Probably no one will make it in advance, right?

Whatever he cares, thirty-seven twenty-one!

Xin Xi's voice suddenly rose up: "Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water!" ”

As soon as the last two lines of the poem came out, it seemed to be the finishing touch, making this poem instantly extraordinary!

"Good poetry!"

"Good poetry!"

After a short silence, Shen Kuo was the first to shout, and then the scholars all chanted.

Ouyang Xiu was slightly stunned, the people of the Xin family really have such literary talents?!

Su Shi's eyes burst out with a gleam: "It is worthy of being a person who can match fifty-one pairs in a row, Eleven Lang is talented!" ”

"Master Su praised it falsely." Xin Xi hurriedly humbled himself for a while.

"Eleven Lang don't be modest, at least he changed someone else, but he couldn't make such a good poem in such a short time." Shen Kuo said.

Ouyang Xiu also laughed: "Half an acre of square pond, it's the pond under the rockery over there, right?" Originally, it was just a description of the pond and the shadow of the clouds, but it was extended to the question of why the pond is as clear as a mirror, and the last sentence is that there is a source of living water, which can be called the finishing touch. Especially coming from Fangtang, but counting the time, it is comparable to Cao Badou's seven steps into a poem! Eleven Lang is so talented! ”

Xin Xi couldn't help but feel embarrassed, this is the poem of the Confucian sage Zhu Zi in later generations, can it be bad?

Immediately afterwards, Xin Xi's expression became strange, Ouyang Xiu, as a master in the literary world, would not comment carefully in the face of this kind of philosophical poetry? Moreover, looking back, Xin Xi found that even Ouyang Xiu's praise sounded a little bit worse?!

At this time, Su Shi smiled slightly: "Ouyang Gong, this poem is more than that, for there is a source of living water, it seems to symbolize the current situation of my Great Song Dynasty, if you want the Great Song Dynasty to be like the previous few years, you must have a little more living water like the Qingli New Deal......"

When Su Shi was young, he was still determined to forge ahead and worry about the country and the people, at least, when Wang Anshi began to change the law, Su Shi really supported the change.

Ouyang Xiu smiled: "It is indeed reasonable. ”

After saying this, Ouyang Xiu stopped talking.

Su Shi smiled helplessly at Xin Zhen.

Only then did Xin Xi understand that Ouyang Xiu didn't know the deep meaning of this poem, nor did he not comment, but because of other reasons, he praised it in vain.

Everyone was thoughtful, but Wang Shu couldn't hold it back, he was intimidated by Xin Xi just a moment ago, how could he swallow this breath, and besides, so many great writers are here, he Xin Shiyi really dares to be rude?!

"But this is not necessarily a seven-step poem comparable to Cao Badou, as far as I can see, it is very likely that he has been prepared for a long time, after all, Shiyi Lang often came to the West Garden four years ago......" The words stopped here, Wang Shu just threw out a possibility, but this was more serious than his direct and arbitrary cheating and pretending to be coercive. After all, such a blank statement can give others more room for imagination - brain holes are a terrible thing, and the same is true for brain supplements.

Zhang Zai, who has always looked down on Xin Zhen, suddenly spoke up: "Poetry articles are small roads, Ouyang Gong once said: sit and read articles, lie down to read novels, and only read small words when going to the toilet, Xin Shiyi is so obsessed with these small words, what kind of system has it become, not to mention, even this little word may be asked to be written by someone in advance!" It's really insulting! ”

Xin Zhen's face was full of disbelief, you are Zhang Zai, you are a Confucian Zhang Zihou who has started qi monism, Lao Tzu didn't recruit you to provoke you, why are you so scolding me?!

Moreover, Zhu Zi, the original author of this poem, became a Confucian saint under your influence, so why shouldn't you object to his poems?!

Su Shi smiled slightly and said, "Brother Zihou is still so upright, and he never hides what he doesn't like." However, we are all seeing Eleven Lang for the first time, how do we know that Eleven Lang can only use small words and not understand articles?! Besides, this poem really won my heart! ”

Zhang Zai smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

Xin Xi was a little flattered, Su Shi's words were clearly telling himself that Zhang Zai was just a little upright, and he didn't like poetry, not against him? !

At the same time, that sentence won my heart, and it was an affirmation of Xinxi!

How can Lao Tzu He De get Su Dongpo's love?

No, you must be worthy of this love!

At that moment, Xin Xi looked at Wang Shu directly and said, "Why does Brother Jin Qing think that this poem is not a certain work?!" ”

Wang Xu said slowly: "Isn't this clear? Eleven Lang came to the West Garden four years ago, but today I have to say that I felt emotional because I saw the pond for the first time, and Eleven Lang You are too imprudent. ”

As soon as Wang Xu's last sentence came out, it was like a coffin.

The chatter and communication of the people around him can be vaguely heard, and they are all questioning words.

Xin Xi was speechless, how did Lao Tzu know that his predecessor had also been to the West Garden?!

"Too careless? Joke, in that case, in order to prove my innocence. Just ask General Zuo Wei to come up with the question, and Xin Xi will compose a poem in person, how about it?! ”

Wang Shu was slightly stunned, isn't this Xin Shiyi really capable of writing poems in seven steps? No, it's absolutely impossible, even Cao Zhi, who is only eight years old, only has seven steps to become a poem once!

"Good!"

With Wang Xu's response, the atmosphere of the scene became rich, Shen Kuo was a little anxious, dealing with it head-on, it is indeed the best way to correct his name, but it is also the most difficult!

Ouyang Xiu, who was there with the old god on the side, also came to the spirit, wanting to see if this Xin Shiyi was an outlier of the Xin family.

Zhang Zai laughed, but he was a little moved in his heart, poetry is a trail, and it is still very difficult to become a poem in seven steps!

Xin Zhen glanced at it, took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and said lightly: "That General Zuowei, please ask the question!" ”

Wang Shu smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and looked at the new sprouts at the top of the osmanthus tree on the side: "On the occasion of the Meng Spring season, there are too many poems related to spring. In that case, why don't you take autumn as the theme, Eleven Lang, and make a poem related to autumn in person, right? If you can make it, apologize in person, if you can't do it, please get out of Bianliang! You will not be allowed to set foot in Bianliang City for life! ”