Seeing that He Yuan really wanted to write a poem on the spot, Liang Yong quietly glanced at Song Song, then held the hot tea in his hand and closed his eyes to recuperate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHow can this poem be so good, especially this kind of poem that is in line with the avenue, it is almost impossible to make it in a hurry. Don't look at him arrogant now, just wait and see him laugh.

It was originally a poetry meeting, and the scene naturally had to be pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. He didn't even have to stretch out his hand, someone respectfully presented the brush. He Yuan smiled, picked up the pen, calmed down, and waved it!

In the water pavilion, almost a drop of eyeballs!

Can this still be called mental agility?

Legend has it that Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, compared with this, it is simply scum! Song Songliang smiled at each other, and Liang Jizhong couldn't help but show a gloating expression. Sure enough, the ignorant are fearless, what is he taking as a poem, drinking cold boiled water?

Zhao Huan is still the first time to see He Yuan write poetry, seeing that this kid didn't even think about it, he wrote with a stroke of a pen, and couldn't help covering his face, my brother, pretending to be forced is not like this, and if you don't coincidentally, you will become a ****......

Han Shizhong and Seed Master Dao couldn't help but watch him play cool with worry, and they were faintly worried in their hearts, if this matter went wrong, it would really become a big joke. King Ning and Zhao Ji couldn't help but be speechless, although they had seen He Yuan's arrogant appearance of drunken singing, but how could that state be the norm, once in a while was enough to spread it as a beautiful talk, wouldn't this guy be self-aggrandizement......

Only Qiu Qianli and Liu Zhiyuan and a few other old men showed a look of great interest. Iron fans generally have this virtue, unconditional trust in their idols......

Someone has already put his white head over regardless of his identity. He Yuan pushed Qiu Qianli's old head speechlessly, uncle, can you wait for me to finish loading it and then look at it? There's still an action to be done......

Said to be a good pen and sigh, generous? was squeezed out by the old man, one head.

He put down the pen with a tangled face, and before he could straighten up, he heard the old man stomping his feet and applauding......

But the effect is quite good, this voice, the people around can't sit still, if it weren't for the prince and His Royal Highness King Ning sitting above, I can't wait to rush over directly. You must know that Mr. Qiu Qianli is not an ordinary person, it is a famous scholar in Jinling City, what poem can make him so shocked and forgetful?

Old Man Qiu Qianli didn't let them wait long, and began to shake his head and chant.

"Breaking the pattern? Give a strong word to General Yi to dedicate it

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! ”

Not to mention, reading it in his old and deep voice adds a bit of generosity and sadness to this poem. The sound is together, and the garden is silent. The planter Dao had trembling, his eyes were full of tears, he got up and walked in front of He Yuan and bowed deeply!

He Yuan was so frightened that he jumped far away, and when he found out that this was wrong, he hurriedly stepped forward with a dry smile and stretched out his hands, wanting to help the old man up. Folded longevity, uncle, do we have a grudge?

As a result, his face turned red, and he couldn't pull the old man up. It's embarrassing, you're bullying me for being young and powerless, aren't you......

"I thanked Xiaoyou for giving me a poem, the old man didn't dare to accept this poem alone, and the old man was willing to accept it on behalf of countless robes in the army who fought for the country!" The seed master is in a surging mood and difficult to restrain himself. This poem is a true portrayal of his life, thinking that he will be loyal to the country and serve the country all his life, and take the determination of the country and the country as his ambition......

There are all old people in the water pavilion, and some of them are even classmates when they were studying in the Dao of Cultivation, where would they not know his mood at this time. Li Gefei sighed, pushed the case up, grabbed the shoulder of the seed master, and patted it hard.

"Life has this poem, what more can the husband ask for? Let's go, let's drink, we won't get drunk tonight! ”

"Yes, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home! Old seed, let's drink! ”

A group of white flower heads sighed one after another and pushed the case up. The seed master Dao's eyes were shining, and he didn't say a word, but just rushed around and hugged his fist heavily. Then he stretched out his big hand and grabbed He Yuan.

"It's enough to have a confidant in life! Today, the old man wants to raise a glass with his little friend and drink, and he will not return if he is not drunk! ”

He Yuan's face then became bitter, and he really wanted to tell the planter, uncle, drunk hurts his body......

Pretending to be a sequelae.

He Yuan, who was sad and urged, was half-dragged and half-dragged by a group of old guys to the side to pour wine, and one by one they rushed to give him wine, and there were several of them at a time. He was so depressed that he wanted to cry, don't bring such a bully, let's drink together......

"This word will be passed down for hundreds of generations, and from then on, the world's poetry will be added to another case!"

Li Qingzhao read this word, pushed the case, and sighed. Lord Ling'er raised her little face and leaned in front of Li Qingzhao.

"Sister Qingzhao, is that donkey puller really so powerful?"

Although it was a questioning tone, there were more and more little stars in his eyes. The rest of the women couldn't help but look over, Li Qingzhao is a famous scholar, poetry and articles, enjoy a good reputation in the Great Song Dynasty, and already have a faint reputation as the first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty, poetry can get such high praise from her, it is unimaginable. It's too exaggerated to be able to build a family and become a word sect, right?

This word is unique, mighty, such as the Yangtze River, there is an unstoppable momentum, and it is completely different from the current graceful and subtle style of words, sweeping away the sluggish fat powder, reading it, it is really heartfelt, shocking! This kind of rhetoric cannot be done unless you have a big heart! The so-called poems are based on words and aspirations, from "Inscription Wenhua Pavilion" to "Will Enter the Wine", and then to today's "Breaking the Array", all of which show the author's transcendent cultivation and great mind! ”

At this point, she looked around and bowed deeply.

"I can't imagine that there is such a strange man in the world, how can he miss face-to-face! Sisters and sisters, Qingzhao has accused, I want to go to the front to meet this magnificent man! ”

"Sister, sister, I'll go too!"

The county lord of Ling'er couldn't help but cheer when he heard this, and looked at Li Qingzhao, who was excited, and the county lord of Tianxiang couldn't even say anything about rejecting the county lord of Ling'er. Li Qingzhao's words made a group of young women, especially unmarried women, also moved, in the past, I only heard that there was a talented man He Yuan, where had he ever seen a real person?

For such a talented man, I heard that the eldest of the Chen family's arrogance was willing to be kicked out of the house, which had already made the fire of a group of women's gossip burn, and now he got such a good excuse, where to live. They all got up and shouted to go with them. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )