Seeing that the banquet was almost going on, Zhou Shanli got up and clapped his palms, and shouted loudly: "Since it is a poetry exchange meeting, how can you only appreciate the poetry of one person, everyone should bloom and take out their own good works for everyone to enjoy. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As he spoke, he cleared his throat and began to recite in a low tone.

White snowflakes drifted all over the sky, falling on the roof.

Go out and build a snowman together, you will come to me with a scoop.

"Good poetry!"

"What a snow poem, a good poem."

"Zhou Shanli has released a new poem, it seems that his talent is still there."

As soon as Zhou Shanli finished reading it, many people immediately applauded, obviously this poem was written quite well.

Even the dashing boy next to Hou Gongzi nodded slightly after listening to this poem.

"This poem is a great description of the snow and the joy of building a snowman in the snow!"

Three old men walked outside the door at some point, and one of them was commenting with his beard twisted.

"I've seen Master Yan!"

"I've seen Master Cai!"

"I've seen Master Wei!"

As soon as the three of them appeared, the talented women on the scene went up to meet one after another.

There was some chaos at the scene.

Zhang Hongjun found that Wu Chengen was not far away, beckoned him to come over, and asked, "Who are they?" ”

Wu Chengen's eyes widened: "You don't know them, that's right, you are not from Linxian City, naturally you don't know them, they are the three famous professors of Linxian City, Yan Sigui, Cai Yuandi, and Wei Zhuzi"

"Oh!" Zhang Hongjun nodded suddenly in understanding.

Wu Chengen asked, "Now you know, right?" ”

Zhang Hongjun shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Wu Chengen staggered.

But at this time, Zhou Shanli deliberately shouted loudly: "The three chairs don't know, some people think that they are the first genius in the world when they make a poem, and they no longer take the world in their eyes." ”

As he spoke, he deliberately looked at Zhang Hongjun, the meaning was very clear, and he almost named him.

Wu Chengen pushed Zhang Hongjun's hand and said, "He's talking about you." ”

"He didn't name me, not necessarily me." Zhang Hongjun took a sip of wine and disagreed.

But at this time, Zhou Shanli said loudly again: "Next, please invite today's distinguished guests to write a poem on the spot, what do you think?" ”

"Okay, I've heard it for a long time, and it's a blessing to be able to watch his poems on the spot."

"Please write a poem."

"Please give a good face to the young man."

"Please give me advice!"

Zhou Shanli really came prepared, and immediately many so-called talented people and talented women chimed in and shouted.

Everyone looked at Zhang Hongjun, some were full of hope, and some were waiting to see the excitement.

"Zhang Gongzi...... This ......"

Hou Gongzi didn't expect this, he came to Zhang Hongjun's side, looked at Zhang Hongjun with some embarrassment, asked for his opinion, and asked in a low voice: "Poetry pays attention to inspiration, if Zhang Gongzi is not inspired, I will help you push it." ”

Zhang Hongjun nodded to him, thanking him for his kindness, it was obvious that Hou Tongda was not conspiring with the other party to trap him, he really didn't know, Hou Gongzi saw him nodding, thinking that he was asking him to resign, and was about to turn around and leave, but was pulled back by Zhang Hongjun and said: "It's just a poem, I'll do it." ”

Zhang Hongjun picked up the wine glass and shook his hand lightly, the other party wrote a poem about Yongxue, and he also had to come with a Yongxue, there are a lot of poems about Yongxue, which one to use? Zhang Hongjun thought in his heart, it's too bad, he thought about it, and said: "When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold. The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle. ”

This is Zheng Banqiao's "Snow Queen in the Mountains", Zhang Hongjun doesn't know much about ancient poems, and he feels that there are a lot of snow characters in it, which can be regarded as having something to do with Yongxue.

Zheng Banqiao was an official, calligrapher, painter, and writer of the Qing Dynasty. It is one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou and sells paintings for a living. His poems, calligraphy and paintings are all independent.

As soon as this poem came out, the scene was silent, and everyone froze.

"Is this a poem, how does it feel like a painting?"

"The artistic conception is so beautiful, and it contains a tenacious character."

"Being a human being is supposed to be so clean."

"I prefer his flowing words and elegant poetry."

Talented people and talented women exchanged heads and kept praising each other.

Zhou Shanli's face, which was still smiling, slowly pulled down, a little ugly, and he said in a voice close to shouting: "Be quiet and quiet, what are you talking nonsense, the three chairs are here, how can you talk nonsense." ”

"Ask the three chairs to comment." Someone shouted.

Chair Cai got up slowly, groaned slightly, seemed to be wording in his heart, and only after he did enough to speak: "The words of this poem are too elegant, and they are not popular enough, the realm is some, but it is too contrived, and the old man's evaluation is acceptable." ”

"Poetry is easy to understand, and if it is too artificial, it will add to it." Chair Wei echoed.

"Both chairs have said it, then I am not." Yan Jiaoxi stroked his chin and struck, posing.

"Huh? It's not good, I feel very good, it's better than Zhou Shanli's poem. ”

Wu Chengen scratched the back of his head and muttered to himself.

The chair has already made comments, and the talented women are not good to say much, but they all bow their heads, frown and ponder, is this a poem? Why do I feel good, many people wondered.

When Zhang Hongjun heard their calmness, he was immediately angry, do you want to beat up the poetry exchange, dare to say that this poem is not good, who is Zheng Banqiao? You can't catch up with other people's poems, and you can't catch up with eight horses, so he stood up with a swish, ready to fight according to reason.

But at this moment, the dashing boy beside Hou Tongda got up.

The first two lines of this poem describe the scene of the earth covered in silver after the snow in the early morning, the rising sun, the faint clouds, the first sunny day after the snow, and the cold and frozen ground. The last two lines implicitly express a tenacity and self-cleanliness quality, which is a rare good poem. ”

The dashing child's eyes are clear and bright, and the comments are smiling.

"Who are you? I don't know how to sacrifice ugliness in front of the three chairs! Zhou Shanli sneered.

"Shut up!" Hou Tongda drank Zhou Shanli and looked at the dashing son, the latter nodded slightly, he took a deep breath and said: "This is the third prince of the king of Qi, why don't you come over and see him." ”

"The Third Prince? He is actually the third prince? No wonder you can sit in the main seat. ”

"The Third Prince?"

"The third prince Tian Jian?"

Many people's eyes widened, but they didn't expect the third prince to also come to participate in the poetry exchange meeting, and some of them blew it when they went back later.

They were all from Qi State, and they hurried over to pay a visit, and even the three chairs didn't dare to hold up.

"It's all free of courtesy, this is a poetry exchange meeting, you don't need to be polite, this king is also here to participate as a student, don't be restrained."

The third prince, Tian Jian, was smiling, graceful and elegant, showing his royal demeanor in his gestures.

Zhang Hongjun pursed his mouth, when he saw Hou Tongda's respectful attitude towards this person, he knew that this person was extraordinary, but he didn't think that he was a prince, hiding deeply, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Suddenly, Zhang Hongjun's heart was shocked, Tian Jian, the son of the king of Qi, Tian Jian, the future king of Qi, why is he here, didn't Zhang Daoling and the others return to Qi to assist him, could it be that Zhang Daoling didn't assist him, but someone else?

Zhang Hongjun couldn't help but look at Tian Jian, who was smiling and whispering to Hou Tongda.

After a while, Hou Tongda got up and said loudly: "Congratulations to Gongzi for getting a new work, and Zhou Shanli Gongzi has also come up with a good work, the poetry exchange meeting should be like this, a hundred flowers are blooming, this son hopes that all talented people and talented women have the courage to create, create good works, everyone communicates with each other, and it is not in vain the purpose of the poetry exchange meeting, and such a good opportunity." ”

Speaking of the back, Hou Tongda looked at Tian Jian, intentionally or unintentionally, who was smiling and seemed to be thinking about creation.

"My mother, the third prince is here, and the prince is holding a poetry exchange meeting, is it ......?"

"The third prince is choosing?!"

The talented and talented women are excited, Hou Tongda's action is too suggestive, and the talented and talented women are short of breath, is the third prince here to select talents? It must be, otherwise on the occasion of the New Year's holiday, if you don't stay in Qidu, what are you doing here?

If this is the case, then their opportunity has come, and many people are full of red faces, as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, and their creative passion is instantly exploded.