"I'm really looking for death!"

Glancing at He Yuan, who was only caring about being close to others, Liang Jun sneered in his heart. www.biquge.info At this time, he already had a case in his heart, and he was confident that this poem had surpassed his peak.

This must be ugly!

He carefully re-brushed the whole poem aside, feeling that there was no longer any obstacle. At this time, the incense stick was only halfway through, he glanced at He Yuan, who had just turned to the front of his desk, smiled coldly, picked up the brush calmly, and put it down steadily.

Seeing that Liang Jun started writing, Liang Kuan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, although he knew the strength of his eldest brother, but the newly baked Bodhisattva Man from He Yuan's previous incident still caused him a lot of pressure, and he subconsciously looked at He Yuan's side.

He Yuan smiled and raised a middle finger directly at him!

"That's it!"

Liang Jun put down the pen and calmly arched his hand at the four Confucians. The four Su Ru couldn't help but smile and nodded, although this Liang Jun is a little arrogant as a child of a family, but he still has real talent and learning, and several people are no strangers to this young man who is very popular. Liang Jun gently blew the ink off his paper.

He examines his work and is never satisfied. He glanced at He Yuan with some smugness. He Yuan gritted his teeth and smiled and made a gesture of inviting him first. He snorted softly and got up and walked towards the four squirts.

Seeing Liang Jun's calm and confident smile, Liang Kuan felt that he had a lot of confidence. Looking at He Yuan's side yet, he has even more confidence. He coughed lightly, opened the folding fan, leaned behind He Yuan, and said in a low voice: "Waste is waste after all, even if you occasionally write a poem, you can't change the essence of waste, boy, your farce should be over!" ”

He Yuan was unconscious, just lowered his head and grinded, Liang Kuan took two steps forward unwillingly, and just wanted to pry a few more words, but before the words came out, he felt a huge pain in his lower body.

"Whew-"

He screamed directly and squatted on the ground with his hands on his crotch.

He Yuan's kick is simply a stroke of genius, and it is so ruthless! At this time, everyone's eyes were attracted by the figure of Liang Jun getting up and handing over the scroll, and they didn't watch out for the black feet here, the key is that they have never heard of black feet on this occasion......

Not to mention that others didn't find out, even Han Shizhong and Hu Sanniang, who had been standing beside He Yuan, couldn't find out. By the time he found out, Liang Kuan had already squatted on the ground, hissing and only smoking cold air.

Zhang Sanhuang Si in the dark couldn't help but gasp, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his legs clamped unconsciously. This kid's kick is really too yin.

Liang Jun's steps are well adjusted!

He decided to bring out the cultivation of the children of his family and the demeanor of the four great talents through these few steps. Just when he was getting better, he heard Liang Kuan's scream like a wolf's howl. One stumbled under his feet, and he almost made a dog eat. He looked back a little annoyed, and saw Liang Kuan squatting not far behind He Yuan, grinning and howling.

Fool who has not achieved enough and has more than enough to lose, I, Liang Jun, won this waste in front of me, why use such a means to interfere with other people's minds? This is discrediting his victory, and the cliff can't bear it!

Qiu Qianli had a fiery temper, and after seeing that it was Liang Kuan who was squatting behind He Yuan and shouting, he "figured it out" in an instant, and the whole person exploded.

"How can this be reasonable, what an insult! Drag me down! ”

The other two old men were also angry enough, their white eyebrows trembled, and they waved their hands in disgust, they really read poetry and books in vain, and they learned the words of the sage in vain, a very elegant thing, how could they make it so unbearable! Although Li Qingqiu had doubts, he looked at He Yuan with an innocent face, and then looked at Liang Kuan, who was standing behind Liang Jun, but ran behind He Yuan, and closed his mouth directly. Even if you really get plotted, you deserve it!

Poor Liang Kuan, who died before leaving the school, made Dan Dan secretly sad. The people were still smoking the air, and they were already dragged down by the Wenhua Pavilion people who rushed up.

He Yuan shook his head sympathetically, wondering in his heart, how did he come to be so godly with this kick? It's like he has eyes behind him!

He was quite complacent about his skills, and he was in a good mood, grabbed the brush and waved it on the rice paper in front of him! If it weren't for the fear that writing too quickly would scare them, my brother would have been able to write and copy it in minutes! No, it's finished!

"Mine is fine, too."

He Yuan smiled and blew the poem he had just written, and was quite satisfied with his words. Since I insisted on reading "Dayan True Solution" every day, I have a stronger control over my wrist strength, and I have written this character a few points better than in my previous life. However, at this time, Liang Jun's poem had already been handed over, so he had to temporarily hand over the poem to the small servant on the side and wait for the judge.

Liang Jun's poem was personally handed over to Liu Zhiyuan, who was sitting on the far left, and Liu Zhiyuan was still angry at this time, frowning and unfolding the rice paper. Who knew that he just glanced at it roughly, his face was to the side, and he subconsciously sat up straight, and picked it up with both hands to look at it carefully. The more I looked at it, the more I was happy, and my eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end, I couldn't help but chant aloud with a beat.

The autumn is forcing the dark insects to sound at night, and the bamboo shadows are gradually thinning when the wind comes.

The clouds are full of water, why don't you sigh?

The long horn in the day and night sky of the cicada, my generation sings freely.

There are books to read to the fifth watch, and take advantage of this Wenhua to go up to the tall building.

Reading it here, there was already a special guy over there who copied the poem to the public notice board on the side. For a while, the garden was full of admiration.

"Since ancient times, I have recited autumn poems, how sad and bitter, at this time, I have a different path, I see my pride, it can be described as a good work!"

Liu Zhiyuan nodded, looking at Liang Jun's eyes full of appreciation, today's young people, there are many drunken gold fans moaning in poetry, but there are not many people who can write such poems.

Duan Qingquan nodded approvingly.

"The autumn insects are mournful, the bamboo shadows are gradually thinning, and under the bleak autumn mood, it can suddenly rise and write the meaning of falling and lofty, which is really rare, and there should be no objection to the best positioning."

"Xuan Cicada is empty, and my generation is free, determined, and does not change his heart, which shows that his ambition is not shallow, and since then I have Jinling Shizi another inspirational masterpiece!"

Qiu Qianli is old and has a big heart, this kind of scholar is enough to be a model for Jinling scholars, this guy is more motivated, how positive his mentality is, the national society needs such talents!

"This poem is really cleverly conceived, the meaning of the words is good, it is worthy of the name of a talented man, and it deserves to be praised."

Li Qingqiu couldn't help but praise it, eagerly, being able to make such a high-level poem is definitely the result of accumulation, this Liang Jun is really a character.

Although Li Qingqiu is the youngest, he is the most famous among the several people, and he is also a guest of the palace.

The poems are excellent, and they are definitely very highly praised.

It seems that it has been a few years since Jinling Mansion has been rated as the best poem, right?