"Good poetry! I wonder who did it? ”

Dozens of eyes looked at the woman in green holding the paper raft in unison, the woman in green sighed, and looked at the sweaty Miaoyu who was chasing on the side, and she didn't dare to speak.

Everyone moved their eyes to Miaoyu, Miaoyu's mouth was deflated, and she was a little relieved when she thought of something, and looked at Lu Hao under the candle with admiring eyes. "Lang Jun ......"

A bright moon hangs high in the window, and the faint moonlight gently sprinkles through the glossy window paper in the hall, gently blending with the flickering candlelight.

Under the lights, a young man in Tsing Yi sipped his wine lightly, the faint light reflected on his face, faintly revealing a bit of dusty atmosphere, raising his hand with long sleeves, and his temperament was as beautiful as jade.

Sensing the gaze of others, Lu Hao Gubo was not surprised, and was still unhurriedly obsessed with the aged wine in his hand, immersed in the soft aroma in his mouth, and his face was intoxicated.

When others saw his demeanor, they all felt that this person was extraordinary, and he was definitely not a thing in the pool, so they didn't dare to underestimate him.

Only Wang Xuance, who knew Lu Hao, glanced at him with disdain, pursed his lips disdainfully, and didn't bother to dismantle him.

"Wonderful, wonderful! The metaphor of the goddess of Wushan is a wonderful metaphor for the women in the world. In the past, Feiyan danced in the palm of her hand, and the Han Palace was the perfect favorite of red makeup, such a beautiful woman, she had to rely on new makeup when she saw it, and she listened to her brother's masterpieces, and admired it to the extreme, and the younger brother sighed to himself. ”

After a short silence, a young man with a gentle and elegant man stepped forward, bowed to Lu Hao, and praised Fang Cai's poems again and again, and the admiration on his face was fully revealed.

A short sentence is like throwing a stone on the surface of the flat water, setting off a huge wave in an instant, whether it is a literati and a writer, a rich child, or those warblers and swallows, they surround Lu Hao like stars holding the moon.

The previous refutation of Fang's bereaved love has shown extraordinary adaptability, and now it is an amazing poem, which has to be taken a high look.

Everyone lingered, or discussed ancient and modern literature, or talked about family origins, and some beautiful women asked about sexual interests and hobbies, chattering non-stop. Lu Hao's strength was not gone, and he had a headache when he heard it, but he was not good at rejecting others, and he was quite distressed for a while.

Miaoyu had been forgotten at this time, holding the paper raft and wanting to return to Lu Hao's side, but found that the surroundings were already surrounded by people on the inside and outside, and she couldn't squeeze in. He puffed out his face and glared at the woman in green, and stomped his feet angrily. Especially when I saw the few flowery women in front of Lu Hao snuggling up to him, wantonly teasing, and teaching her not to be jealous in her eyes.

Clearly...... Obviously, this poem belongs to me alone, and it is up to me to be good or bad, and others have the qualifications to comment. And Lu Lang, only I can snuggle in his arms and pill on his shoulder, these damn little prodigal hooves, who still move their hands and feet, must be good-looking if they have a chance.

"A farmer can also compose poems, deceive me Chang'an and no one?"

When people were chasing Lu Hao, suddenly, a discordant voice came, disgusting words, provocative tone, you don't have to think about it to know who it is.

I saw Fang Yiai slowly moving into the crowd, staring at Lu Hao with tiger eyes, and a cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Yiai had lost face before, and she had been haunted by it, but she had some scruples and couldn't help it, so she swallowed a breath. Unexpectedly, after a while, Lu Hao was in the limelight under his nose again, and the anger of resentment and jealousy was stalked in his chest, and the depression was difficult to dissipate. So after thinking about it for a while, he made provocative remarks.

Someone said: "Don't underestimate others, maybe people are talented." ”

Fang Yiai sneered: "Eh, that's not necessarily, if it's really talented, why hide it, and give the poem to an unknown prostitute, I think this poem may be bought from somewhere, and it's unseemly, so it's used to please my daughter's family." ”

"Well, what Fang Gongzi said is not unreasonable."

"The younger brother thinks it's good, think about it, how can an unknown person understand the way of poetry, most of them are bought."

There is no first martial arts and no second, and the literati have always been light, and the scholars with a little talent are a little arrogant, and they are not easy to convince people. Out of thin air, he was pressed by a young man who came out of nowhere, and he stole all the limelight, especially when he was so handsome. How could these scholars, who had read poetry and books, be easily convinced, and be willing to admit that their talents and appearances were not as good as others. But this poem is perfect, and I can't find the slightest flaw, so although I have complaints, I don't dare to say anything. Now that Fang Yiai is so provocative, his narrow heart feels very reasonable, and a few people echo it.

Lu Hao hadn't made any statement yet, Miaoyu was not happy at first, she was already holding back the fire in her belly, and now she had a small face, and pointed at a few people with her hands on her waist and scolded: "Phew, just a few of you who look like melons, you made a few poems that dogs hate, and you still have the face to say that Lu Lang's poems were bought?" You're so capable, why don't you buy it! The net will slander the beloved, and the books of the sages will be read into the belly of the dog. ”

"Miaoyu, don't get angry, it's not good for your skin to be angry." Lu Hao was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Since Fang Gongzi said that I bought this poem, then I bought it." It's just...... I bought a lot of poems, and I can't use them up, if the boy doesn't give it up, I can give you some. ”

"Oh, yes! If you still have such fine verses, don't need you to give them away, I will buy them all as you have. Fang Yiai is not an unlearned person, knowing that this poem is a rare masterpiece, it has not been encountered in a hundred years, and it is expected that Lu Hao will not be able to make a second poem, and he plans to humiliate him in front of everyone.

"Oh?" Lu Hao smiled even more proudly, looking at each other with a smile, "I just don't know how much these poems I bought are worth for money?" ”

"Such a masterpiece should be worth 10,000 dollars."

"Wan Qian ......" Oh my mother, Lu Hao almost fainted happily. I was worried that I had no money to spend, and I met a rich fool. People are so atmospheric, they can't twist themselves, right? If you don't kill him, I'm sorry for the green years of reciting "Three Hundred Tang Poems" without sleep.

"Fang Gongzi is so polite, but he is disrespectful. Hahaha, come on. ”

"Wine!"

"Come on!"

"Here comes the paper!"

"People don't use ...... Mud Song Kai, while staying away. ”

Lu Hao raised his head and raised his glass to invite Mingyue, and poured a big sip violently, his mouth was filled with the aroma of turbid wine, and in the blink of an eye, the soft and mellow stamina began to surge, and his heart was full of excitement. Not to mention, that free and uninhibited energy has the style of Wei and Jin celebrities.

Ink dyes white paper, pen into poetry:

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.

Hiccup - a hearty hiccup, a breath of turbidity, happy!

"Wonderful! This poem is novel and unexpected. cleverly brings out the strengths of Mei and the shortcomings of snow, and depicts the snow and Mei Liangyi vividly and exquisitely, and can't help but be thought-provoking. There is both interest and reason, which is worth thinking about. The man who had been a plum singer before looked ashamed and stepped forward.

The rest of the people nodded frequently, extremely agreeing with this evaluation. Even Fang Yiai was a little panicked, and he couldn't believe that he really made another excellent poem in front of everyone, and it was still impeccable. There was a little tremor in his heart, he should have this one left, it should be ...... bar.

Fang Yiai was miscalculated, only to see Lu Hao gently bowing his head to signal, and did not stop the movements in his hand, holding the pen and still writing poems wildly on the paper.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand willow silk threads hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Twenty thousand dollars.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Thirty thousand dollars.

……

Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the ordinary people.

Two hundred and thirty thousand dollars

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 poems have been composed, and there are hundreds of thousands of dollars when folded down according to a poem, Lu Hao is happy, with this money, even if he stays in Yanwan Pavilion every day, it is enough to recruit five or six girls to accompany him. Of course, I'm not that kind of person, but who would be afraid of having a lot of money? He shook his arm fiercely, rubbed his pantothenic shoulder, and thought of the next poem in an instant.

"Ahem...... Wait...... Wait. ”

Suddenly, Fang Yiai only felt that his head was banging, and he almost fell to the ground with a few false steps, and his gaze at Lu Hao was no longer resentful, but full of incredulity. When would he have thought that this Lu Hao had such an earth-shattering style of weeping ghosts and gods, and he had to compose dozens of poems in a moment, and each poem was excellent, no! It should be said that they are all peerless.

Lu Hao looked at each other, a warm smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said modestly: "What does Fang Gongzi have to teach him?" If you think that one song is a little inferior and not worth ten thousand dollars, you can tell me, I can change it, or remake it, always until you are satisfied. ”

Lu Hao's tone can be described as humble, and the service can not be described as thoughtful, making people feel at home. Fang Yiai was angry, his face was hot and painful, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation and frustration in his heart. His face was black and black, and he was forced to suppress the anger. He couldn't believe how the Tian Shenu in front of him was so good, composing poetry as if it were playing.

"Enough? There are only about 20 songs, will there be a little less? If you don't come to a hundred songs, it's cheaper, and I only charge you 800,000 yuan. Lu Hao squeezed his eyebrows, not wanting to miss such a good opportunity to make money.

Seeing the clear eyebrows and eyes in front of her, the warm smile, and the pretty little face, Fang Yiai only felt that the chill was spreading all over her body, and the cold sweat continued to seep out, and Qi Ai said: "No...... No, almost. ”

He said that he might not have believed it before he wrote a hundred poems, but now he has seen it with his own eyes, but he believes it to death. My father has always been honest, and his family does not have much savings, so if he let his father know that he has squandered tens of thousands of dollars today, he may not know how to kill himself.

Thinking a thousand times, Fang Yiai's mind flashed his father's purple and black rattan, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, how dare he let Lu Hao continue to do it.

Lu Hao grinned: "That's a pity. ”

Fang Yiai said: "No regrets, no regrets......"

"In this case, these poems belong to the son." Lu Hao rubbed his hands a little shyly, and said with an embarrassed expression: "It's just the money for these twenty-three poems, you see ......."

"Ah Cheng." Fang Yi's love is like a frosted eggplant in an instant, wilting. Weakly called: "Give it to him." ”

Fang Yiai will be completely admitted, without a little temper, and returned to his seat in a gloomy manner. This Tian Shenu is not easy to mess with, and he is still at odds with himself, and he must avoid it when he meets him in the future.

After such a small episode, everyone in the hall came back to their senses, it turned out that Lu Hao had written dozens of poems in a moment, and all of them were top-notch works......

In the past, Cao Zijian became a poem in seven steps, and the world admired it. Kang Le Gong of the Southern Dynasty said, "The world has a total of one stone, Cao Zijian has eight buckets, I have one bucket, and a total of one bucket has been divided since ancient times and today." It's a pity that Kang Le was born earlier, if he can watch more than a dozen high-quality works made by Lu Langjun today. You should know that the ten talents in the world are all in your pocket. ”

This Kangle Duke Xie Lingyun is the grandson of Xie Xuan, a famous general in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and is often called Kangle Duke because he inherited the title of Duke of Kangle. Xie Lingyun became famous at a young age, ignorant of the world, and regarded the world's talents as nothing. At the banquet one day, he didn't know whether he was too drunk or what, regardless of the gathering of handsome people around him, and said implicitly: If you are talented and learn labor and management, you will serve Cao Zhi, of course, I don't look down on any of you, I just want to say that one of you here is counted as one...... It's all spicy chicken.

Such a conceited person is also called a talent of one bucket, and ten buckets are already above Cao Zhi, so such a praise can be regarded as extremely heavy. But everyone especially feels that it is natural that Cao Zhi's seven-step poem is for the talent of eight buckets, but Lu Hao has now written dozens of poems that lose Cao Zhi in a moment, and when it comes to talent, it is no less than Cao Zhi, and even surpasses. According to Xie Lingyun, the talent of ten buckets is well deserved.