Chen Le looked at the two of them, and a faint mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The two of you sacrifice wine, don't push others with yourself, you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it, not to mention that in Xiao's eyes, the literary talent of the two of you may not be very high, right?" ”

As soon as he said this, everyone gasped except for those who knew his identity! This boy is either a madman or a madman, otherwise where would anyone talk like that? Come to the Mandarin Meeting, even if you don't flatter these two sacrificial wines, you don't have to talk like this, right? It's no different from scolding like that!

"Junior!" Wang Xijiu slapped the chessboard suddenly, and suddenly the black and white words jumped out.

He was furious and yelled, "Boy, what can you do? Are you very literate? What are you capable of? Dare to say such rampant words! ”

Huang Xijiu also looked angry, but he frowned, glanced at Zeng Bu, who was still sitting quietly, and said suspiciously: "Zixuan, I see that this person came in with you, do you know?" ”

Zeng Bu blinked: "Yes, I recognize." ”

Huang Xijiu was about to ask again, but the sound of Wang Saijiu over there shook the sky: "You should make a song of Yongxuemei and show it to the world!" ”

Zeng Bu and Huang Sai Jiu looked at each other, and sighed secretly in their hearts, this Wang Sai Jiu entered the urn, I don't know what Shu Da wants to do, this time when he enters the Qingyuntai Palace, he is like two people in the past, provoking everywhere, I don't know why!

Chen Le squinted at Wang Sai Wine, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "I make Yong Xuemei?" After I made it, I was afraid that you, the Qi National Sacrifice Wine Party, would be ashamed of these talents at the moment, and would no longer have the face to host the Wenhua Meeting! ”

"You, you ......" Wang Xijiu is really about to be angry, where did this kid come from, how did he get the invitation, this is not here to participate in the Wenhua small party at all, this is clearly here to make trouble!

"You do it, you do it, if you can do it, I ......" When Wang Xijiu said this, his head suddenly "swished" and was a little sober, he instantly felt that something was wrong, this thing doesn't seem to be so simple, there must be a demon when things go wrong, is it that the opponent in the court wants to take this opportunity to discredit himself? He immediately stopped, looked at Chen Le coldly, and when Chen Le said not to write this poem, he immediately called out to the guards to drive this kid down the light rain mountain.

"Not only can I make it, but I also want to make a seven-character quatrain!" Chen Le's fingers behind his back slightly plucked the bowstring of the fierce tiger in his clothes, and said lightly.

Seven quatrains! As soon as these words came out, the entire plum garden was silent, Yan Zhuyu not far away clenched her silver teeth, she didn't believe it, how could there be such a genius in the world, this Xiao Shuda became famous for his couplets, and his calligraphy was also called everyone, but poetry ...... But it is really not easier than those two, and even from a certain point of view, especially the metrical poem, it is far more difficult than those two, the couplet is just the dual sentence in the metrical poem, calligraphy, just the penmanship of the written word, and the poem is the soul of the article.

No one completely believed it, even those talented people who knew Xiao Yan's identity were suspicious, and even Zeng Xihua pouted behind Chen Le, Chen Le wrote a poem and scolded her, but that poem was not a metrical poem at all, it was just an ordinary poem, and it couldn't be said to be good or bad, and now this little thief actually wanted to make a metrical poem, which had to make her feel a little angry.

"Gregory? Hahaha! When Wang Xijiu heard this, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Huangkou Xiaoer, if you dare to say such a big thing, you can make it for the old man to see, if you can really make Yongxuemei's rhythmic poem...... Old man, old man worships you as a teacher! ”

Wang Xijiu originally had scruples and didn't dare to talk too much, but when he heard that Chen Le was going to make Yong Xuemei's rhythmic poem, he immediately put his heart down, what is a rhythmic poem? It is the first of all poems, it is the son of the Middle Ages, the ancient sages can do a good job, in today's world, even those famous Confucians can't do rhythmic poetry, let alone a young boy in front of him!

"Is that true?" Chen Le immediately said loudly.

"Seriously!" If he shows weakness at this moment, his reputation among the scholars will inevitably plummet, and he will be laughed at even in the court, and he will be forced to retreat step by step by a young man.

"Good!" Chen Le glanced at the people in the garden, there were one or two hundred, and he said loudly: "I will make a song of Yongxuemei, to comfort the king's sacrificial wine and eagerly worship the teacher!" ”

Wang Saijiu trembled with anger when he heard this, and thought to himself, if you kid can't do it, I won't be as simple as driving you out of the plum garden, although this is Zhao Guo, but I still have to find a way to cure your sin, this kind of madness is really hateful!

There weren't too many people talking around, because Chen Le's words had already shocked the others in the park.

Zhang Bangchang licked his lips, I am afraid that he is the only one who is full of confidence in Chen Le among the people present, although he also knows that Gelu poetry is difficult, but the Wenhua list is too tall for the Zhang family, so he said respectfully: "Brother Xiao, please start a sentence!" ”

Chen Le glanced at him and said with a smile: "Yong Xuemei, the seven-word quatrain......"

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Le's body at this moment, Chen Le paused slightly, and slowly chanted: "Mei Xue is not willing to descend in the spring, and the Sao Ren Pavilion is commenting on the pen." ”

Neat and flawless! As soon as these two sentences came out, such a feeling appeared in everyone's hearts, and the expression of the king priest immediately changed suddenly.

Huang Xijiu showed an incredulous expression on the side, and whispered to Zeng Bao: "Zixuan, who is this young man?" ”

The corners of Zeng Bu's mouth moved, and he said, "His surname is Xiao!" ”

Huang Xijiu was anxious in his heart, and asked, "Could it be the Xiao of the Lanling Xiao family?" ”

Zeng Bu said slowly: "Actually, I don't know, I only know that his surname is Xiao." ”

Honest people play dumb riddles, it really makes people extremely anxious, although Huang Xijiu knows that Zeng Buping is a kind gentleman, but at this moment he almost jumped to scold his mother, just when he wanted to ask again, Chen Le opened his mouth again: "Plum Xunxue three points white ......"

As soon as this sentence came out, the sound of gasping and cool air came, and Wang Xijiu's fingers pinched the chessboard "click".

"Snow loses plum and a piece of fragrance!" Chen Le raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked at the sky.

It was quiet, and the whole plum garden became extremely quiet in an instant, and it was a long time before bursts of exclamation gradually came.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

This is simply a superb good poem, which is comparable to the poems of the ancient sages and the sons of the Middle Ages! Everyone present, even the king sacrificed wine thought so in their hearts!

Especially the last two sentences of this poem, the plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of incense, this is simply a wonderful sentence, with these two sentences alone, the young man's poetry in front of him stands on the peak of the poets of the world, not only in the world, I am afraid that there has been no such a good sentence for thousands of years, you know, this is a seven-word quatrain, it is a rhythmic poem!

While Wang Xijiu was amazed, his heart also sank suddenly, did he really want to fulfill his promise and worship the weak young man in front of him as a teacher? At this thought, he suddenly felt weak, and slumped into his chair.