Although Diao Chan is now very literate, she is very ignorant of poetry, she pulled Zhen Jiang on the side, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Zhen Jiang, is her poetry very good?" I, I can't feel it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "After that, Diao Chan's face was slightly red, for fear that someone would laugh at her."

Zhen Jiang seemed to know her thoughts, took her jade hand, and chuckled: "Sister can't read it, let's listen to how that person explained." ”

Diao Chan nodded, and followed the group to look that way. Liu Feng on the side couldn't help it, what kind of bullshit is this, it's still a strange poem? I think it's almost as bad as it gets. He pursed his lips, but he didn't say it, and he wanted to see what the man said.

"Haha," that little guy is a discerning person at a glance, but he is very bold, and he seems to be quite humble or arrogant.

He said aloud to the man who spoke: "Brother, you see, although this poem is only four short sentences, it has clear paragraphs, strange plots, and ups and downs; The main line is clear, fascinating, and shows extraordinary literary skills in the plain, which can be described as a classic sentence and a classic sentence, which should be a model that my generation should learn! Do you say yes and no? ”

The man thought for a moment, it was really like this, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that he agreed with his point of view, the little guy was very proud in his heart, only to see him looking up at the sky, his face was full of emotion, and he said slowly: "I want to read poetry and books, not to mention learning through the Han barbarians, but also learning to be rich and rich, but until now, I know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people,"

He turned his head, glanced deeply at the fan-wielding child, and sighed: "Childe's masterpiece, when it is a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Daigo empowerment may not be enough to describe this poem; Wushan Xingyun and the Yangtze River are even more difficult to compare with your literary talent! Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening! You shine the candle on the world, and you see thousands of miles; The rain and dew are alive, and Ze is all directions! Through your profound words, I seem to see your heroic posture of eagle and wolf, dragon and tiger; It seems to see the wisdom of your pen holding like a rafter and writing articles all over the world; It seems to see your heroic spirit of looking around with your sword and pointing the country! Alas, after savoring your poems word by word, my heart could not be calm for a long time, and I dreamed of sleeping at night, tossing and turning; I am fascinated and I don't know how to eat! Excited! Shocking! How can there be such good poetry in the world, and if I can't see it in the future, then what should I do? So what should I do?! ”

The fan-wielding boy was stunned when he heard it, and he couldn't think that a little guy who didn't talk much on weekdays and didn't treat himself very much, had such eloquence, and now even he was a little excited, could he really accidentally make a great work, a masterpiece of ancient and modern times?

He didn't seem to have come back to his senses, and he was about to speak for a long time, when he saw the little guy suddenly knelt in front of him with a "poof", looked at him with a look of adoration, and murmured: "Oba, take me as a disciple, so that I can bathe in the glory of your majesty, so that I can always read your masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages; Oba, my admiration for you is like a surging river, and like the Yellow River overflowing, out of control; Oba, you are the dragon among men, the phoenix among beasts, the king of beasts. You have the appearance of a sinking fish and a goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon. You are so talented, it is you who have rekindled my heart, it is you who have rekindled the flame of hope, and it is you who have saved my heart. Will you take me as a disciple? ”

The more the fan-wielding boy listened, the more wrong it became, what is this, how can he say it more and more unreliable, he quickly stood up, pretended to step forward and pulled the man, and said excitedly: "Hurry up, it's cold underground, be careful not to break your body, I, I will accept you." ”

When the little guy heard this, his face was immediately full of excitement, and he took a deep look at the handsome face of his Oba in front of him, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "Oba, Ouye......"

"Okay," I don't know who roared next to him, and suddenly the people around him, whether they understood it or not, all started to coax together, and for a moment there was thunderous applause, cheers were like a tide, and I don't know if it was for the poem, or for the deep affection between the newly recognized master and servant.

Liu Feng, who was standing behind the women, opened his eyes wide in a daze, with an incredible expression, this, this can't be a stick, right? Or a ladyboy of some country? He glanced at the cheering melon-eating crowd around him, shook his head, and didn't bother to care about these, but among the women, Fu Shou actually didn't have any image to coax, and he couldn't help it immediately.

stepped forward and pulled Fu Shou to his side, and scolded in a low voice: "What's good, what do you understand, don't make a fool of yourself." ”

Fu Shou pursed her lips, she just felt fun, so she applauded, seeing that all the women were looking towards her, she was also a little embarrassed, her little head, hanging low, muttering a few words and not knowing what to say, Liu Feng just wanted to ask again, and heard the voice of the fan-holding boy coming over: "This brother, don't you think it's not good to write a poem?" ”

Liu Feng was stunned, his voice was not too loud just now, but he was still listened to by that person, he let go of Fu Shou's jade hand, turned his head with a smile, and looked at the man: "Are you talking to me?" ”

The face of the fan-holding boy sank, obviously a little unhappy by Liu Feng's expression, he shook the paper fan lightly, glanced at Princess Wannian and the others a few times, and finally eased his emotions, nodded and said: "Yes, Shicai, I heard that Brother Tai seems to have a different opinion, I don't know if I can say it, let it be corrected in the next place." ”

He said this, but there was a smile on his face, obviously disapproving of what he said.

"Haha," Liu Feng laughed, pointing at the man, "The one you made is also called a poem?" This kind of poem, I have hundreds or thousands of poems at my fingertips, like you, then am I not more knowledgeable than Confucius? ”

The people around him were in an uproar, and they all looked at Liu Feng, although they had seen and learned from each other, although there were those who were red-faced, but it was a little uncommon for Liu Feng to be as obviously insulting as Liu Feng, and everyone's eyes were focused on him for a while. Liu Feng is so cheeky, he doesn't care.

"You are so bold, you dare to insult Confucius, did you eat the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard? If you don't explain it today, I, Wang Badan, will never spare you. The son, named Wang Badan, put away the paper fan and pointed at Liu Feng, trembling all over, his face was pale, and he seemed to be angry.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "It turned out to be a bastard son, disrespectful, disrespectful." He clenched his fists, looking polite, but the words on his lips were not ambiguous at all: "But I didn't insult the saint, we don't bring this high hat, hehe, it's not so much me, it's better to say that you are insulting the great saint Kong." (To be continued.) )