Whether it's "Tianjingsha? "Autumn Thoughts" or "Yuan Ri", they are all written casually with interest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In his view, the fun brought by poetry and singing is nothing more than cultivating sentiment and expressing one's mind. However, if the literati are despised and rely on poetry to suppress others in order to seek their own vanity, it is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy against poetry.

The words are slow and coherent, but the meaning is obvious. Everyone in the academy was quiet for a while, looked at Mo Fei in surprise, and then looked at Leng Wuhuan with strange eyes. Obviously, this has reached the point of ridicule, Leng Wuhuan, who has always been proud of the world and will repay him, how can he swallow his anger?

"Master doesn't want to teach today?"

The words were said to Mo Fei, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ci. Obviously, this ...... It's a naked threat!

"You're a man...... Very straightforward. But let's do it. ”

Mo Fei's voice has always been very light and light, and the meaning expressed is not pretentious, ridicule is ridicule, ridicule is ridicule. For him, it is better to keep silent than to be hypocritical. After saying this, he walked past Chu Ci's side and came to the bookcase.

Chu Ci felt guilty when he saw that Mo Fei should accept it, raised his hand, and called "sir". I didn't know what to say, so I could only put it down.

Then the onlookers whispered: "Looking like that, it seems to be confident......"

"Xu is for show. How can a medical master compare to the fourth son of Chang'an......"

"It should be a big ......"

……

Just when everyone was talking, a voice suddenly came from the back of the crowd: "Young Master Leng, Master Guo is here." ”

Mo Fei was puzzled in his heart, he didn't know what the other party was doing, and when he looked up, he saw that in the corridor where the crowd was scattered, a person came in a swaying manner, it was the leper man who had a dispute with Niu Sanhong and Zhu Silu in Zhu Ji Meat Sandwich Bun a few years ago.

The leper man's name is Guo Changtian.

Canghai Academy's poetry, calligraphy and other such subjects are quite important, so there are many students, just take poetry as an example, there are ten classes of A, B, C, D, E, G, XIN, REN and KUI. And Guo Changtian is the last Kwai Banfuzi in the poetry department.

In a single essay, Guo Changtian is the lowest one in Canghai Academy, but he, like Zhong Han, is good at speculation. After walking into the crowd, Guo Changtian first greeted Leng Wuhuan with crepe, and then looked at Mo Fei in front of the bookcase on the side.

When Leng Wuhuan came to look for him before, he showed him a copy of "Tianjingsha? Autumn Thoughts" and "Yuan Ri". There is no doubt that poetry is good poetry, and words are good words. If this was written by a certain poet in the academy, he didn't dare to say anything, after all, he was only a shallow learner, and it was normal that he couldn't compare.

But Leng Wuhuan said that this was written by Yikovzi, and he became puzzled. Although he and Yikovzi have no intersection, they have also heard of each other. How can a hairy boy make vicissitudes of words like "Tianjingsha"?

"Today—"

"Hahahaha, I'm today-" The onlookers listened to Guo Changtian pulling a long tail note in a strange vernacular, and immediately burst into laughter.

Guo Changtian lowered his head in embarrassment, then raised his hands up and down, and said loudly: "Don't make noise!" Don't be noisy! Ahem...... I was invited by Mr. Leng today to be a judge here. After a while, I will come up with a topic, and the two of you will make a poem around the topic, and whoever does a good job will win. Can you have any objections? ”

Mo Fei didn't speak, Leng Wuhuan didn't speak, and the two of them acquiesced to this approach. It's just that seeing that the two of them were reluctant to even perfunctory, Guo Changtianrao took off his pants and hanged himself---- shamelessly, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

His small eyes narrowed slightly, embarrassed for a long time, and then his eyes were happy, and he high-fived: "There is." The two of you will compose a poem with the title of the word Canghai in Canghai Academy. ”

Although he had already determined the topic with Leng Wuhuan, his expression was also in place, his acting skills were superb, and he couldn't see any clues.

Canghai Academy? Sea?

"Good topic."

Mo Fei and Leng Wuhuan glanced at each other, which can be regarded as an endorsement of this topic.

The two of them held the pen at the same time, and put down the pen at the same time, and the moment the pen touched the rice paper, the pen walked without even a trace of hesitation.

"It's so fast......"

"That Leng Wuhuan is one of the four sons of Chang'an, which is also in line with his identity, but ......, isn't this ......?"

"It's scribbled, isn't it?"

As if he didn't expect it to be so soon, Leng Wuhuan was a little surprised. Then he sneered, and thought: This topic was conspired with Guo Changtian before, and I have been prepared for it, forgive me how quick you are, and you will definitely not be able to beat this proud work of mine.

Thinking about it, I wrote hard.

Next to him, Zhong Han said proudly: "...... The college is a thing. ”

On the other side, Chu Ci, who was beside Mo Fei, also stepped forward, looked at the words on the rice paper, and said loudly: "It's difficult to walk." The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars. ”

It's okay! After all, the first sentence is ......, and the rest is not easy to write!

Chu Ci then read: "You can't eat when you stop cupping." Then he frowned, as if he had found something, and said, "Draw your sword and look around." If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang. ”

Everyone was shocked, and even Leng Wuhuan, who was composing poetry without distraction, noticed something wrong. Raised his head blankly, but Chu Ci had already begun to read: "Come and fish on Bixi, and suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun." It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! Many divergent roads, where are you now? ”

At this point, he paused, forgetting to glance at the people around him. With some complicated looks on his face that seemed to be confused, surprised, and joyful, he took a long breath and said in a low voice: "There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." ”

……

There was a sudden eerie silence in the courtyard.

After a while, someone clapped his hands and shouted, "Good! ”

Mo Fei put down his pen, raised his head, and saw that the medical students, led by Li Qingqing and Zhang Jingmo, were standing in a group, looking at him happily.

At this time, Leng Wuhuan had already thrown the pen in his hand on the table, annoyed. He had calculated everything before, interlocking and foolproof, as long as he didn't have great talent, he would definitely be discredited. Even if he has great talent, he has prepared in advance, and he will be better than his on-the-spot performance.

I didn't expect ...... That's the result.

The other party is also prepared, right?

He gestured to Guo Changtian next to him with a gloomy face. The two of them seemed to have some premeditated plan before, Guo Changtian glanced at Leng Wuhuan in embarrassment, then nodded silently and stepped forward: "Mo Fuzi, you are only afraid of ...... poem"

Without saying a word, Mo Fei smiled and directly cut off his words, and said to him left and right: "A few years ago, Guo Fuzi went to Zhu Ji Meat Sandwich Bun, right?" ”

Well?

Guo Changtian was stunned, Zhu Ji meat sandwich bun? His pupils shrank suddenly, his heart tightened, and he ate Ai Ai and said, "You...... You, you, you! Did you see that? ”

"What do you say?"