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So he bowed deeply to several professors very gracefully, then turned around and gave a circle salute to the crowd of onlookers who were eating melons, and finally nodded calmly at He Yuan and made a gesture of invitation.

He Yuan retrieved the poem from the hand of the little guy next to him, smiled and handed it over.

Liu Zhiyuan frowned without a trace, and the disapproving attitude in this game just now made him very disgusted. But fortunately, the old gentleman is still relatively square, although he didn't think He Yuan could write poems that surpassed Liang Jun, so he still endured unhappiness and took it.

There is a comparison, there are advantages and disadvantages, and only the meticulous comments of the four Su Confucians can lose his face. Liang Jun stood with his hands in his hands, with an irrepressible excitement and anticipation in his heart.

"Smack-"

Liu Zhiyuan's eyes were glazed, and he stood up, his face instantly turned red, and his fingers pointed at He Yuan's poems, and he was speechless for a while. The old man's movement here was too big, which scared the two old guys next to him, and even Li Qingqiu was not calm.

What's going on?

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but be in an uproar, what kind of deviant thing did this hippie smiling guy write, and he actually made the old gentleman angry like this!

Liang Jun's heart is full of joy!

If you don't die, you won't die!

This kid made Mr. Liu Zhiyuan angry like this, his death must be ugly!

Get out of Tianzihaolou, get out of Wenhua Hall, get out of Jinling City, you can even die, you don't have to think about the future exams!

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all held their breath and waited for the old gentleman to come to his senses.

The old gentleman blushed, and finally held back a sentence: "Come and see!" ”

In fact, without him shouting, the other three people couldn't hold it back. I'm curious to know what weird stuff is making the old guy so out of shape.

Whew, come over a white head, it is Duan Qingquan of the Zun Jing Academy, the old man's eyes glanced, his big hand slapped on the table, and his body was directly shaped halfway, almost flashing his old waist.

Huh――

Qiu Qianli was curious as if he was scratching a cat, and he stretched his head over by pulling Duan Qingquan's shoulder, but he couldn't move his eyes in an instant. Where to suck and suck only the cold air. Li Qingqiu was not calm at all, he simply got up and left the table, went around to Liu Zhiyuan's opposite, and stretched out his head curiously to take a look, and suddenly he was stunned!

He finally knew why the three old gentlemen were so out of shape.

The poem on the table, no, it should be said to be a work, the level is too high!

The poems are elegant, full of interest, the autumn courtyard, in his pen, there is a faint Zen, the author's indifferent and calm, pampered and not shocked mentality contained in it, read carefully, it makes people forget the vulgar, there is a sense of endless aftertaste.

Hazy in early August, the west wind is sparse and cloudy. Shake the scenery is appropriate, covering the courtyard deeply.

There are no people below, and they are looking for it every day. Not only can you play with current things, but you can also open up troubles.

Speak to the sages, or listen to the poets. The golden autumn feet are fragrant, and there are many songbirds at night.

Occasionally, I got a quiet place, and then forgot the worldly heart. Those who know the true hermit do not have to be in the mountains and forests.

Li Qingqiu couldn't help but chant softly, and he was amazed. The three gray-haired old men had also come back to their senses at this time, and they were chanting there one by one, admiring again and again.

The people who eat melons suddenly understood that it was not that He Yuan wrote something deviant, but that what they wrote was really good!

No wonder you can live in the Tianzi Building, you are really a master!

At this time, looking at He Yuan's hippie smiling face, he suddenly felt unfathomable, and had a bit of a game of dust. Liang Jun's heart was already half cold, but he was unwilling, he didn't believe that He Yuan could write poems that surpassed him. How is it possible, mine is already the best, is it difficult for him to be superb?

Although my Great Song Dynasty has a prosperous literary style, how can it be so easy to produce super products? He is a small Qingyuan talent, even if he has a little talent, can he still compare to the Hanlin scholars in those palaces? He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to sneak away, but he couldn't help but want to see the result.

At this time, there were already small servants who quickly copied He Yuan's poems on the notice board.

"Coax-"

The small courtyard immediately exploded.

These people who can live in the Wenhua Pavilion are all talented people from all over the world, and they can naturally see the extraordinaryness of this poem at a glance. Liang Jun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his body shook twice, so he fainted again.

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible, how could he write such a wonderful poem with a little talent, I understand, this must be plagiarism, right! It must have been plagiarism! ”

This sudden sense of great disillusionment made Liang Jun almost crazy, and he screamed out regardless of the occasion. After the initial shock, everyone rose up with that incredible feeling. How can a person of the same age write poetry with such feelings, how can he write such sophisticated and mellow poetry. Poetry, in fact, is a manifestation of life and feelings at some times, and some poems cannot be written only by talent.

This is a poem that transcends age levels!

As soon as he shouted like this, everyone in the courtyard couldn't help but quiet down, and their eyes looked at He Yuan with a little exploration and questioning, and the four Su Ru couldn't help but turn their heads to look at He Yuan.

He Yuan looked at Liang Jun, who was a little hysterical, and then looked at the questioning eyes of the full court, couldn't help but snort coldly, stepped up, and stood opposite Liang Jun.

"The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people! Just because you're shallow and don't know how to learn doesn't mean that others are as shallow and ignorant as you. If you want to talk about plagiarism, when and where did you say you saw this poem? Do you really think that this kind of poem is all over the street, and you can copy one casually? ”

A few words made the students in the academy blush, it is true that once this level of poetry appears, it will soon spread all over the country, how can it be copied if you want to. What's more, is this poem a work that is appropriate to the time?

"Yes, such a masterpiece must not be copied from anyone else. What's more, even if he is in the vernacular throughout, this work is a masterpiece! ”

Li Qingqiu suddenly took over the conversation, and then opened He Yuan's manuscript in public.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp in unison again.

This time, I couldn't even get up with jealousy and doubt, because sure enough, as Mr. Qingchuan said, even if this poem doesn't make sense, this pair of words alone is enough to become a masterpiece!

This font is slender and moderate, the structure is rigorous, stroke by stroke, muscles and bones, if it is not for the arrogance, the chest has the world, how can you write such a font! What shocked them even more was that this kind of solemn and majestic font was not any font they were familiar with, and it was faintly different from the appearance of a family!