The first round of ten into five is over, but Lin Qingyuan made the most classic Wing Chun poem in the audience when he appeared last, and he jumped to the first place. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info followed by Bai Ning, Hou Xuecai, the thin monkey scholar, and a talented man who was almost eliminated.

The audience was naturally a little surprised to see that Lin Qingyuan, who was the least optimistic, had become a dark horse. inquired about Lin Qingyuan's origins in many ways. When he heard that he was a family member of the Lin Mansion, he was immediately surprised. A little Lin Mansion family member actually broke into the top five of the poetry club alone, how can it not be impressive! Lin Wantong listened to everyone's praise of Lin Qingyuan, and her heart was also satisfied, it seems that my vision is still very good, you are definitely not a thing in the pool!

The second round was a five-in-two knockout round, and the talented man next to Lin Qingyuan barely passed the first round, and now standing between these genuine talents, he suddenly felt ashamed and depressed.

Lin Qingyuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "This poem is just a joke, don't take it too seriously, take it easy." ”

Seeing that Lin Qingyuan had amazing talent but was not proud of his achievements, the talented man suddenly felt close, and his heart was a lot more steady, and he smiled at Lin Qingyuan.

"Miss, Miss." Fluttershy screams as she stands behind the girl.

The girl's eyes were still in the painting boat, and she said impatiently: "What are you doing? Don't be noisy. ”

"No, Miss. The lord seems to have seen you. Fluttershy replied.

"Huh?" The girl was startled, and hurriedly looked towards the stage, only to see Ma Kui, the governor of Jinling, who was sitting in the middle of the VIP seat, looking at her, and had already walked towards her from the stage.

It's too late for the girl to leave, and she sneers, "Fluttershy, why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"I said, miss, you didn't hear that... Fluttershy looks down and says aggrieved.

As he spoke, Ma Kui had already strode up to the girl, and said with a **** face: "Yurou, why did you come here?" Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to come? ”

"I..."

Ma Yurou is like a little girl who made a mistake, she only knows how to look at her toes and dare not reply.

"The girl's family is not honest and is a female celebrity at home, what is the system of always running outside to chant poems and do the opposite? Hurry home, Fluttershy, how can you let Miss out? I will punish you if I go back. Ma Kui has the image of a strict father, counting girls and maids.

Fluttershy is aggrieved, she has never been caught by her master in previous years, and if it weren't for Miss today's obsession, she wouldn't have been punished.

Ma Yurou whispered: "Daddy, your daughter is leaving, don't be angry." Then he pulls Fluttershy away, only to take two steps before turning back, and saying with a coquettish face, "Daddy, my daughter wants to ask another question." ”

"What's the problem?" Ma Kui couldn't stand his daughter's posture the most, which was exactly the same as her deceased mother.

Ma Yurou said: "I heard that there will be a family in the poetry world this time who will be in the limelight, right?" ”

Ma Kui nodded questioningly: "That's right, I didn't expect a family member to have such an amazing talent, it's really impressive." ”

Ma Yurou then asked, "Then whose family is he?" ”

Ma Kui frowned and said, "That's the second question." ”

"Daddy, you're the best, the person my daughter respects the most is you, daddy, can you tell your daughter?" Ma Yurou repeated her old tricks and began to play tricks on Ma Kui.

Ma Kui smiled helplessly and surrendered: "I'm really afraid of you." Well, I'll look at the deacon's registration book and tell you later, and you'll go home first. ”

Ma Yurou smiled and smiled, and then listened to Ma Kui's words and went home with Fluttershy.

Ma Kui sighed, and his daughter was really spoiled by herself! Then he returned to his seat, beckoned to the deacon, who hurriedly walked over and said respectfully, "What do you command?" ”

Ma Kui said: "You give me the registration book for this poetry meeting." ”

"Yes." The deacon was ordered to retire and take the registration book.

"My lord, do you want to meet these talents?" Bai Yuetang, the commander who was sitting next to Ma Kui, said at this time.

"Yes, we're getting old, it's time for these young people to come up and exercise." Ma Kui said meaningfully, more like he was deliberately saying it to others.

Bai Yuetang said with a smile: "What did Master Ma say, the adult is in the prime of life, where is there such a thing as being old?" ”

Ma Kui said: "There are too many bad thoughts, and I feel very tired." ”

Bai Yuetang secretly said to Ma Kui's cunning old fox, but he flattered him with suspicion: "The adults care about the people and ask for their lives for the people in everything, which is really a model for me to follow." ”

Ma Kui sneered and ignored Bai Yuetang's words. At this time, the deacon had already brought the registration book: "My lord." ”

Ma Kui took the registration book and said, "I'll look at it later, you continue." ”

The deacon answered, walked to the middle of the stage, and said loudly, "Now for the second round, only two people will advance in this round." Please ask Lord Xie of Jinling Qianhu to give the question. ”

Xie Bing stood up and said loudly: "I'm Xie someone from the military, I don't know a basket of big characters, and I want to accompany you the most is wine, so you talents will use wine to make a question." ”

When the five talented people heard that they used wine to imitate poetry this time, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the word wine has a broad mind and can be played at will, which is much easier than the previous Wing Chun.

This time, it was still Bai Ning who bore the brunt, stood up and said: "Student Bai Ning, a song about wine: sell wine and talk about self-work, open the bottle and sit in the eaves gap." The director plays the silk tong and can make the drama happy. This poem is drunk alone under the moon, and there is a deep sense of wandering messy, so I dream of drinking to eliminate my sorrows, and I will be drunk and dreaming of death.

Hou Xuecai was not willing to be left behind, got up and said: "Student Hou Xuecai, there is also a song: Good weather in the cold suburbs, don't give up drinking frequently." Disturbing Zhongling City, it is infinitely intoxicating. This poem is also frank and true, as if drunk and awake, without any pretentiousness.

The thin monkey scholar smiled slightly and said, "Away from hatred is like wine, ancient and modern drinks are drunk." I am afraid of the water of the Yangtze River, and it is full of tears of children. After hearing this, everyone nodded, and this poem was the best among the three people.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the magical family again, and they didn't know what surprise he would bring to everyone this time.

Lin Qingyuan smiled slightly and said, "Which little brother brought me pen and ink?" ”

Lin Qingyuan took out the brush and began to write on the rice paper, and after writing, he looked at the crooked content on the paper, and smiled bitterly. It seems that his soft pen calligraphy needs to be strengthened.

Lin Qingyuan asked the man to hang up the paper, and then everyone began to look at it.

Lin Qingyuan smiled and said to the thin monkey scholar: "This genius, please ask you to read the content on the paper, can you?" ”

The thin monkey glanced at Bai Ning, and when he saw the young master nodding, he said disdainfully: "What's so difficult about this!" During the Qingming Festival, it rains, and people want to break their souls! I would like to ask the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy? Yao refers to Xinghua Village. Hmph, although your poem has some charm, it is not as good as mine. ”

Lin Qingyuan laughed and said: "Those who don't know how to taste poetry naturally won't understand the mystery of poetry." ”

He picked up the brush and dotted the pause on the original poem, and then said to the thin monkey: "Please read it again this time." ”

When the thin monkey scholar saw the revised appearance, his face suddenly turned like earth, but he could only listen to Lin Qingyuan's words and continue to read: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ”