I saw Lu Yong confidently walked to the desk where the four treasures of the study were placed, dipped his pen in ink, waved it, and after writing, he looked at it again and then nodded with satisfaction. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wen Ting, who was on the side, stepped forward and picked it up and took a look at it, and couldn't help but applaud: "A good sentence is even more sorrowful, parting in the Ming Dynasty, Brother Lu's sentence is really written to write the sorrow and grievances of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meeting once a year."

"Brother Wen, don't let you watch it alone, read it out and let us all appreciate Brother Lu's masterpieces."

"That's it, hurry up and read it"

"Ahem," Wen Ting cleared his throat, "The Qixi Festival is a long way, and the meeting is only one night." The moon is the candle that opens the account, and the cloud is the bridge to cross the river. The golden crown of the water moves, and the wind shakes. But the sorrow is more leaky, and the parting is in the Ming Dynasty, "a five-word Tanabata chant is recited in a subdued tone and frustration.

"Well, that's so well written"

"Brother Lu is really good at writing"

"The moon is the candle that opens the account, and the cloud is the bridge to cross the river, which is really vivid"

"I like the Qixi Festival scenery the most, meet only one night this sentence with the last sentence of parting in the Ming Dynasty, head to tail, the last point of lovesickness parting bitter, wonderful."

"Haha, Brother Lu has won"

"That's"

Lu Yong's side naturally couldn't help but be overjoyed and touted it, while Wu Yuanqing's younger brothers Wu Yuanshuang and Liu Zhi were all gloomy and lost their confidence just now.

"Wu Yuanqing, I don't think you should compare, just admit defeat," Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Why," Wu Yuanqing asked.

"Isn't this obvious enough, Lu Yong's poem is so well written, I don't believe you can write better, so why waste time" Wen Ting laughed very happily, thinking that Wu Yuanqing You also have today, let you cheat Lao Tzu at the beginning, how about being retributed now. He forgot that it was he who first tricked others before he was pitted back by Wu Yuanqing.

"I haven't even written it yet, so do you think I'm going to lose? If you really like this poem, then why don't you also pay a thousand yuan to bet on it to win" Wu Yuanqing proposed with a smile.

Wen Ting's heart was moved, he was really moved. When he was taken to a thousand acres of paddy fields and went home, he was scolded by his mother, and when his father Wen Yanbo came to Jinyang, he was beaten so much that he couldn't get off the ground for a few days.

Now that there is such a good opportunity to almost win, and you can also take revenge by the way, how can you miss it. After weighing in his heart, Wen Ting made a decision.

"Can I really raise now" Wen Ting was a little worried, and Wu Yuanqing regretted it.

"Of course, it's still too late to write the deed and sign the pledge, I can wait for you" Wu Yuanqing nodded.

Now it's okay, Lu Yong's poems have given these people endless courage and motivation, except for Wen Ting, who went out to add a thousand yuan, the rest of the family also made up a thousand yuan.

They are too confident in Lu Yong's poems, they have been carried away by the huge bet of winning the last thousand times, they never thought that Lu Yong's poems are so powerful, Wu Yuanqing can't see it, if they are not more confident in their poems, Wu Yuanqing will let them raise.

Well, now that Wen Ting and they raised, Wu Yuanqing would have to make a total of 4,000 yuan if he lost, of course, if he won, in addition to Lawyer Pei's 1,000 yuan, he could also earn 3,000 yuan. On the top, his father's samurai Tong has been a man for half a year.

Wu Yuanqing is not worried that these people will not be able to come up with the money, anyway, there are their families, especially Wen Ting, a thousand guan will definitely not be able to take it out, he is the second child like Wu Yuanshuang, his father is far inferior to Wu Shi Tong, this thousand guan lost, and when Wu Yuanqing finds Wen Yanbo, it is strange that he doesn't kill him.

Wu Yuanqing can almost think of the tragic fate of these people after they lost, he not only won the money and lost their face, but also made them be beaten by their families, he was happy to think about it.

At this time, Lawyer Pei also moved, and read it out while writing: "Qixi looks at Bixiao tonight,

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl crossing the river bridge.

Every family begs to look at the autumn moon,

Tens of thousands of red wires were worn. “

The first two sentences write that on the Qixi Festival on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, looking up at the sky, there seems to be a cowherd and a weaver girl meeting at the magpie bridge. The last two sentences write that every family is begging under the autumn moon, and I don't know that thousands of red silk threads have been worn out, and the begging things are explained clearly, concisely, and vividly

"Yes, it's easy to understand, Brother Pei's poem is also a rare masterpiece."

"Yes, although it doesn't explicitly write the vision of Qiqiao, it is more reverie"

"Straightforward but evocative, Brother Pei is talented"

Compared with Lu Yong's previous poems, this poem is indeed a little worse, but it is also a good poem, and it has naturally been praised.

Lawyer Pei is also very confident in his poems, thinking that although he is not as good as Lu Yong, he should still be better than you Wu Yuanqing.

Lu Yong and Lawyer Pei have both made poems that make everyone's eyes shine, and Wu Yuanqing, the other party in this gamble, naturally attracted everyone's attention.

They all looked at Wu Yuanqing playfully, whether to write a poem and struggle to the death, or to admit defeat directly as Wen Ting said.

"Wu Yuanqing's turn," Wen Ting urged.

"Aren't you just writing poems, it's simple" Wu Yuanqing opened his mouth and was about to blurt out a Queqiao Immortal, but when Xianyun happened to reach the tip of his tongue, he closed his mouth and swallowed it back.

Damn, I almost made a joke, saying that I would compose a poem, this Nima is a song poem, even if it is good, these grandchildren will definitely not recognize it.

Qixi Festival, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which Tang poem is written about this.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, I can't care so much, just this.

"The silver candle autumn light is cold, and the small fan flutters fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory and weaver girl's house. Wu Yuanqing raised his head and looked at the sky from the window, and groaned lightly.

The words are also strong, but the meaning is poignant. The layers of scenery are a painted figure painting. Only the word "sit and watch" makes you feel emotional, and you will be smart, good poetry, really good poetry" Now it is Wang Lun's turn to praise.

Liu Zhi also shook his head and said: "The candlelight screen is cold, and love is born." fluttering fireflies to play, writing worries. Look at the cow girl, envy also"

"Okay, good poetry, big brother is the most powerful" Wu Yuanshuang, who doesn't learn and doesn't know what is good, anyway, he knows that it's always right to praise big brother for being good.

"There is no meaning in the poem, and there is infinite affection outside the words" This is what a family member said, and only after he finished saying that he woke up, and the others glared at him fiercely, blaming him for not helping Wu Yuanqing speak.

This autumn evening is a palace grievance poem written by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty, in the vernacular, it is that in the autumn night, the candlelight reflects the painting screen, and the woman holds a small Luo fan to fight fireflies. The stone steps in the night are as cool as cold water, and you can sit quietly and gaze at the Cowherd and Vega. Of course, when Wu Yuanqing first read this poem, he didn't see that he wrote palace grievances. Maybe Du Mu didn't write a palace grudge, but just a boudoir relationship, and later generations over-interpreted it to become a palace grudge poem, who knows.

"This is the palace maid who wrote it" Sure enough, someone was already thinking about it in the court, and Wu Yuanqing saw that it was Lu Yong who was speaking, and he was looking at him in surprise at this time.

"Wu Yuanqing, you are so bold, you dare to speak presumptuously about the concubines of the Inner Palace," Lawyer Pei asked even more sharply.

"Nonsense, how can the girlfriend relationship that is clearly written be involved in the inner palace concubines, don't spray people with blood and climb indiscriminately" Wu Yuanqing naturally won't admit it, anyway, the final interpretation right belongs to me, I can say whatever I want, even if you go up to heaven and let the emperor know, I will also say this rhetoric.

Du Mu of the late Tang Dynasty could write, but he couldn't write under the rule of Li Shimin, the sage of the early Tang Dynasty.

Lao Tzu has not heard of the literary prison in the Tang Dynasty, so it is difficult to open a ring on Lao Tzu.

"Hmph, you're insinuating the Inner Palace, don't treat everyone else as blind," Wen Ting also said.

After the other three people in the lead opened fire, they also assisted, and your words and my words are nothing more than that Wu Yuanqing is dissatisfied with the emperor, and writes poems to ridicule the loneliness and resentment of the concubines in the palace.

They all understood that the poem made by Wu Yuanqing was better than Lu Yong and Lawyer Pei in terms of words and freehand, so he naturally refused to admit defeat obediently, trying to intimidate and deter Wu Yuanqing.

"Don't talk nonsense first, just tell me who wrote better" Wu Yuanqing asked, "Wang Lun, you talk about it first."

"My cousin and Brother Pei are very good at writing," Wang Lun said.

Hearing this, Lu Yong, Lawyer Pei and others all showed smiling faces, and the notary recognized us, what else do you Wu Yuanqing have to say.

"However," Wang Lun suddenly changed, "the best writer is Wu Yuanqing."

In an instant, the smiling faces of several people froze, and they shouted in their hearts that you are playing with us, do you do such a thing.

Turning

The big twist

Even when Wu Yuanqing thought that he had been cheated by Wang Lun, Wang Lun made a fair judgment and said a word of conscience and fairness.

"No, no matter how good Wu Yuanqing's poems are, he can't be counted as winning"

"That is, Wu Yuanqing's writing is indeed better, but what can he do, his insinuation that the concubines of the inner palace is a great disrespect to His Majesty, how can such poems be considered winning"

"Yes, it doesn't count"

"Sue him, I'm going to accuse him"

"Count me in"

"I'll go too"

One by one, seeing the huge amount of money flying away, they were going to bleed profusely and didn't do it, and the crowd shouted excitedly

Wu Yuanqing would not be frightened by their innuendo and accusations, but he was angry from his heart, and he scolded angrily: "Fuck you, don't say that what Lao Tzu wrote is not about the inner palace, even if Lao Tzu writes about the inner palace, it is about your dick." Anyway, Lao Tzu's poems are better than yours, so you have to pay obediently, otherwise Lao Tzu will block your door and ask for it, and you will dare not find someone for Lao Tzu to pour feces on the door of your house every day."

What the?

Blocking the door and pouring manure?

Lu Yong, Wen Ting, and Lawyer Pei were all shocked and stupid.

It's insulting, it's too insulting.

As a top noble, how can he say such disgusting words, don't you know how to write shame.

This shouldn't have been done by Xungui, everyone has to smile and smell good when they don't meet each other on weekdays.

You Wu Yuanqing is good, just tear your face directly, how can you do it to such a point.

The whole is a scoundrel style at the bottom of the market.

They all trembled with anger, and they had the heart to scold back, but they didn't dare, for fear that Wu Yuanqing would say anything insulting to Sven again.

Wang Lun probably also felt that what Wu Yuanqing said was too disgusting, and since he said something fair, he hid to the side.

Seeing these people glaring at him angrily and not speaking, Wu Yuanqing glared back directly: "Look at your mother, hurry up and get the money, if you don't have money, you will give Lao Tzu an IOU, otherwise you will be whipped."