Wen Zhenmeng naturally couldn't wait for Cao Huachun's wine, he didn't look back, took a deep breath and said the third sentence: "Suddenly remember Wu Shan's old couple." ”

"Good!"

After Chen Zhenhui heard the third sentence, she then commented: "I didn't expect it, this is still a nostalgic work, the wind and snow in front of Huainan are just shadows, and the real poetry is all in the third and fourth sentences." ”

As he spoke, his subordinates kept writing, stained with thick ink, and wrote seven more big characters on the rice paper.

"The moon is full of cold pools in the empty court!" Wen Zhenmeng finished in a low voice, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the air for a while before turning his head and saying with a smile: "Let you all laugh!" ”

"What a poem!"

Cao Huachun couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Wen Xianggong's poem extends from the snow scene in front of him to the bright moon and cold pool in the old days, which really opens our family's eyes." ”

After he finished speaking, he stood up and followed Wen Zhenmeng's example, closed his eyes and shook his head and recited again.

"Huainan snow is like willows,

The Comic-Con West Wind wine is not drunk.

Suddenly remembering Wu Shan's old couple,

The moon is full of cold pools in the empty court. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, rare!"

Cao Huachun said here, the brocade guard outside sent a jar of warm rice wine, he smiled, patted the wine jar with his white and fat palm, and said, "The wine is here, Wen Xianggong can drink happily." If those guys in the capital hear your poem, they will definitely say that my surname Cao is not well received! ”

Wen Zhenmeng also smiled, sat down in his original seat, stretched out his hand to open the rice wine jar himself, and someone poured a glass for everyone present.

Su Baiyi picked up the bowl and tasted it, tasted it and found that the wine was rich and good.

On the other side, Chen Zhenhui had already written the poem that Wen Zhenmeng had just recited, put it respectfully in front of Wen Zhenmeng, and complimented: "My lord, this poem is excellent, Zhenhui especially likes the last sentence of the empty court and the moon is full of cold pools." I especially ask for an adult inscription, and it is good to frame and collect it in the evening! ”

Wen Zhenmeng was not pretentious, picked up the pen and wrote a few words before and after the poem, took out his own seal, and snapped it on the paper angrily.

"Students can't thank you enough!"

"Brother Chen's words are a must, and this time I got the poems of my teacher, which can be said to complement each other!" Mao Xiang patted the sycophants on the side, but the traces were too obvious, and no one applauded.

The wind and snow are getting more and more urgent, and the size of the boat is too big, so it naturally does not dare to drive with all its strength in the Huai River, so it walks very slowly.

As soon as Wen Zhenmeng's poem came out, it got off to a beautiful start.

Although it was difficult for others to reach his height, they were eager to try and express themselves on this good occasion. Only Su Bai lowered his head to drink tea again, raised his head and closed his eyes.

He felt that this kind of sour occasion of the literati was really boring for him.

However, for the sake of Cao Huachun's interest, he can't go to the house to sleep alone!

Therefore, I can only bite the bullet and watch them pretend to be thirteen one by one.

The first one to come up was naturally Chen Zhenhui.

He cleared his throat and said, "I don't dare to compare my poems with Master Wen, but I think I can still give you a look, welcome to correct!" ”

"Brother Chen is so polite!"

"That is, if Brother Chen can't do it, I won't have to play."

Chen Zhenhui saw that the support rate below was quite high, shook her head a little proudly, walked to the window and followed Wen Zhenmeng's example to look at the heavy snow flying outside, and said with a deep groan: "Yes, my name will be "Yongxue"

There is a special person in the back who is responsible for recording and writing on snow-white rice paper: Yongxue, Chen Zhenhui!

"Chaos is not opened!" Chen Zhenhui shook her head, and read the first sentence aloud in front of the oncoming wind and snow, with a calm tone and a calm expression.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Yes, there was an extraordinary momentum at the beginning!"

Chen Zhenhui was secretly proud, took a deep breath, and said the second sentence: "Is this flower ruthless?" ”

"If you want to promote it, suppress it!"

"Brother Chen is really tall!"

"yes, I just thought about it, and I'm embarrassed to show it!"

The students discussed, Chen Zhenhui didn't seem to hear it at all, shook her head and said the third sentence: "Don't share peach and plum with the spring breeze!" ”

"There is no autumn rain with chrysanthemum!"

After the fourth sentence was finished, the crowd was taken aback.

"It's still ...... Lyric poetry? ”

"That's right, you can't be wrong!"

"Brother Chen, this is a lot of effort, and the poems have been figured out!"

Chen Zhenhui continued to chant: "Why do you need rain in March to moisten things, and you don't need old farming in the New Year. Only the plum blossoms bloom all night, not stained with the slightest fish! ”

"What a Yongxue!"

Wen Zhenmeng clapped his hands: "Zhenhui is only dead agile!" ”

"Chen Gongzi is rich in five cars, and he is eight buckets high!" Cao Huachun also nodded in approval.

Chen Zhenhui returned to her seat proudly in a burst of praise.

The third is to take the liberty of the frontier.

Mao Bijiang recited a poem, and its literary brilliance should still be above Chen Zhenhui, and it was mournful and moving, as if it was written to an admiring woman, and Su Baiyi couldn't help but feel emotional when she heard it.

The poetry conference is progressing very quickly, you sing and I appear, and each poem has a special record.

Not only the one or twenty students brought by Wen Zhenmeng, but even Su Baiyi's disciples Deng Long and Fu Lin couldn't help but show their skills, to be honest, the poems were not bad.

Towards the end, Chen Zhenhui stared at Su Baiyi and said, "Master Su, why don't you also sing a song?" ”

In his heart, he decided that Su Baiyi was a white body with no talent, and the reason why he was favored by the emperor and rewarded him with an enviable six-rank official was entirely because this lucky blind cat knocked down a dead mouse.

It has nothing to do with his own literary brilliance.

Moreover, even if he is dressed in white and has a rough and written ink, can he still compare with everyone present?

As soon as these words came out, not only Chen Zhenhui and those scholars, but even Wen Zhenmeng and Cao Huachun also looked at him with interest.

"It's really disappointing to everyone, Su is not good at poetry!"

Su Baiyi smiled apologetically at Wen Zhenmeng and Cao Huachun, he didn't say nonsense.

But Chen Zhenhui finally seized this opportunity, how could it be so easy for him to step down? can know that the account that Su Baiyi forced him to salute before has not been recovered!

"Master Su, what are these words? We are all readers, this poetry is just a small way, how can we be good at saying that we are not good, in fact, Chen is not good at poetry, but isn't it helping to drink today?

Could it be that Master Su thinks that this poetry meeting will not be on the stage, and he is unwilling to give face to Cao Gong and his family teacher, Master Wen? ”

Su Baiyi's face instantly darkened!

What are these words?

Don't you force me to compose poetry if I don't want to compose poetry?

can see Cao Huachun's expectant gaze, he also knows that the Ming Dynasty has a fucking atmosphere, and the literati slander each other, sometimes they do everything, and they are very shameless.

"Master Su, don't be modest, let's have one!" Cao Huachun spoke.

"That's right, Master Su is still returning to Defu Xiao Zhuge yet!" Wen Zhenmeng also nodded.

"Sir, compose a poem for him to see as well!" Fu Lin and the other five disciples worshiped Su Baiyi to the point of blind obedience!

Our husband can't write poetry?

Cut, even if people all over the world can't, our husband will!

Su Baiyi stood up helplessly, shook his head and said, "Forget it, since you all want me to compose a poem, then the old man will chant a poem, don't laugh!" ”

He also followed the example of the others, slowly got up from his seat, and came to the snowy door, shaking his head, closing his eyes, and maintaining the same standard movements as the people in front of him.

Su Baiyi felt that this was by no means meaningless, as if he didn't shake his head or close his eyes, just like not squatting down when pooping, it was likely that he would not be able to throw it out.

suddenly opened his eyes, and a poem by Zheng Banqiao, the first genius of the Qing Dynasty, came to mind.

He took a deep breath and said, "Chen Gongzi "Yongxue", then I will also have a song "Yongxue". ”

The recorder carefully lifted the pen and looked at Su Baiyi seriously.

Su Baiyi paused, and then clearly recited the first sentence: "One, two, three or four!" ”

The exit of the seven characters was frustrated, but everyone was stunned, and the guy who wrote was stunned and didn't know what he was doing, Su Baiyi said that he couldn't remind him, and said, "What are you doing in a daze?" Write it! ”

"Write what?" The writer asked.

"Didn't I say the first line of poetry, one, two, three or four!"

"That's the first sentence?"

"Yes, that's the first sentence!"

Burst......

The students burst out laughing!

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces?

Except for the seven words like a poem, where else is it like a poem?

"Master Su, don't you teach a lot of arithmetic, this poem is not counting!"

"This ...... Mr. Su is really amazing! ”

……

Wen Zhenmeng's eyes showed a slight trace of contempt, Cao Huachun smiled, he couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart? But Su Baiyi always felt that this guy was sneering.

Don't talk about anyone else!

Just looking at the embarrassment on the faces of his student Fu Lin and the five of them, he knew how annoying his poem could be in the Ming Dynasty.

The writing student had no choice but to write down the pen with a bitter face, first wrote the word "Yongxue" on rice paper, and then wrote Su Baiyi's name with heavy pen and ink, and then wrote the first sentence of what he thought was "Poem!" ”

Su Baiyi didn't care about everyone's opinions, continued to shake his head, and said slowly: "Five, six, seven or eight!" ”

"Poof...... someone sprayed water directly, "It's really counting!" ”

"Genius, my Ming Dynasty is going to create a new poetry style, tomorrow it will be called counting poems!"

"Hehe, Brother Su's poem is really a bit surprising!" Chen Zhenhui showed a humble gentleman on her face, but deep down she was already happy!

This is the six-rank official ordered by the emperor?

It's a straw bale, right?

Can you still call yourself a little Zhuge of Virtue?

"Where is this poetry?" Mao Bijiang's face was slightly red, and he stood up from his seat with "righteousness and awe", and said: "Master Su deceived me and waited for me to have never seen poetry, you are obviously insulting us, Brother Chen is generous and inconvenient to say directly, let me tell you, you are bullshit!" ”