34 Communication
"What?" Guo Jia glanced at the stinky water on the other side of the river, and was furious, "Mr. Zhongdao is so deliberately embarrassed for Brother Yi'er, isn't he afraid that the world will laugh at him?" ”
The initiators of the pavilion poetry club are embarrassed. As we all know, although poets praise and denigrate, the medium of emotion is beauty. Bright moon, window ridges, flowers, dense forests, big rivers, big lakes...... This is the best carrier to express emotions, how can anyone use stinky puddles to compose poems!
"Nakado is really a little difficult. Let's change the subject! A slightly older student in the pavilion advised.
On the sidelines, many fans of facial features also began to shout for Luan Yi, "This is too embarrassing!" How can you use this topic to compose poetry! ”
Wei Zhongdao insisted on his opinion and sneered: "Everyone be quiet. Ziqi is a great talent in the world, how can this difficulty stump him! As he spoke, he focused his gaze on Luan Yi's deep eyes. Of course, if Ziqi can't write poetry, don't blame him. After all...... Hehe! Yingchuan, not as talented as the capital, so Yingchuan's facial features! Talented people may become ordinary people in the capital! ”
"What are you talking about!" Even Cai Yan, who has a good relationship with Wei Zhongdao, can't stand it anymore, "Ziqi's talent is known to the world, just ask who in this world can write one after another at the age of seven or eight and spread all over the world." Even if he can't write poetry, his reputation as a talented man is undeserved. ”
"That's right! Wei Zhongdao, you said too much! The surrounding onlookers became more and more resentful, and saw that Wei Zhongdao was obviously making things difficult for Luan Yi.
However, people don't know. The more Cai Yan defended Luan Yi, the more hysterical Wei Zhongdao became. At this time, he was already crazy, completely ignoring the dissuasion of the senior brothers in the pavilion and the contemptuous eyes of everyone by the river. He stared at Luan Yi and asked word by word: "Ziqi, why can't you compose this poem?" ”
Luan Yi couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. Now that the matter has been raised by Wei Zhongdao to the height of Yingchuan's honor, he has been pushed to the cusp. If he can't write poems, how can he be worthy of the cultivation of Yingchuan College, and how can he be worthy of the parents and fellow villagers of Yingchuan.
He didn't answer, his hands crossed over his chest, his thumbs twisted back and forth. I repeatedly recalled the familiar Tang poems and Song poems in my mind, but after filtering my thoughts over and over again, I couldn't find any poems related to the stinky ditch...... What can I do?
He involuntarily paced up, and there were onlookers around him who subconsciously counted for him, "one step ......" heard someone report the count, and the rest of the people came to join in the fun, and shouted "two steps ......"
Luan Yi paused, glanced at the stagnant water, and was secretly anxious. He clearly remembered that he had seen poems related to stagnant water, what was the content. There is no Tang poetry, nor is it a Song poem......
"Three-step ......"
Could it be a novel? Three kingdoms? Dream? No, I remember that it was a very mythical novel, Journey to the West? Neither is it!
"Four Steps...... Five steps! ”
That's right! That's right! It's the Romance of the Gods, I remember! Luan Yi's eyes lit up, and then he greeted Wei Zhongdao with deep eyes, and looked at Wei Zhongdao's creepiness. He recited aloud: "The poem has been completed, and I hope you will give me a lot of advice." 'I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch. The falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers. ’”
A poem from the nineteenth chapter of the Romance of the Gods spewed out with the throat of the male duck during Luan Yi's voice change, which immediately aroused the applause of the audience.
"It's a good 'I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.'" ”
"Good, great good!"
A discerning person can see at a glance that Luan Yi is comparing himself to the bright moon, and Wei Zhongdao is the ditch that pollutes the moonlight. couldn't help laughing, secretly Wei Zhongdao wanted to use the problem to make things difficult for Luan Yi, but he never wanted to steal chickens and rice, and he made a fuss.
Wei Zhongdao in the pavilion was already sweating profusely when he heard the first two lines of this poem, angry, anxious, jealous, resentful, and ashamed...... Many complexes were entwined in his heart. At this point, he calmed down, and understood that he was a shame today, and he would definitely leave a reputation for being a small-bellied chicken intestine in the literati circle in the future. Perhaps, the ditch will accompany him. In a fit of rage, he vomited a mouthful of blood, fainted, and fell to the ground. The frightened people in the pavilion were at a loss, and Cai Yan was even more shocked.
"Quick, go get a doctor!"
Originally, Luan Yi was too lazy to pay attention to Wei Zhongdao, but after thinking about it, why not make a show for such a good opportunity and help Wei Zhongdao leave a good reputation for repaying grievances with virtue?
Thinking of this, Luan Yi took the initiative to step forward, hugged the people surrounding Wei Zhongdao, and shouted: "Stay away from him, stay too far away...... Give him more breathing space. As he spoke, he crawled to Wei Zhongdao's side, and grabbed Wei Zhongdao's people with a sharp pinch. pinched back and forth to no avail, and quickly asked Luan Fu to send a bowl of herbal tea, poured it into his mouth and sprayed it on Wei Zhongdao's face.
Wei Zhongdao woke up at this time. Hazy saw Luan Yi lying in front of him, with crystal droplets on his mouth, but his own cheeks were cold, and when he touched it with his hand, his whole body was full of tea. He was suddenly in a mood, pointing at Luan Yi's nose and scolding, "You ...... I'm not done humiliating me, and I'm still spraying me with water! ”
As soon as the words fell, I saw that the inside and outside of the pavilion suddenly quieted down, and the needle drop could be heard. Immediately, there was a sudden discussion and noisy. As soon as I heard someone repeat the poem Luan Yi did just now, he said: "I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch......"
"I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch ......"
There are more and more repeaters, and the neatness of the pronunciation is quite spectacular.
Wei Zhongdao then understood that Luan Yi was saving himself. However, it was already too late, and he subconsciously said that sentence that made him completely saddled with the infamy of the ditch.
At this time, it is time for the poetry meeting to end. Several initiators in the pavilion glared at Wei Zhongdao, who was lying on the ground at a loss, and announced the decision to end the poetry meeting.
Guo Jia, Shan Fu and others cheered to catch up, and the stars surrounded Luan Yi and high-fived them in celebration.
"Brother Yi'er, you, you don't squeak or speak, you're still a great poet! I'm worried about you just now! No, I'll punish you for inviting me to a big meal! Guo Jia laughed.
"Okay, no problem, you can eat as much as you want!" Luan Yi laughed heartily.
Luan Yi and Cai Yan walked out of the pavilion shoulder to shoulder, looked back at Wei Ning, who was carried away like a zombie, looked at Wei Ning's lonely and almost desperate back, and asked Cai Yan: "Did Yi do something too much?" ”
Cai Yan's expression darkened, and he nodded lightly, "Indeed...... Nakado's life is over. But......" she smiled suddenly, "he deserves it, who let him provoke the gods!" It's good now, it's all a ditch, see how he sees people in the future! Having said that, I didn't expect Ziqi to compose poetry! Would you like to make another one? ”
"What's so hard about that!" Luan Yi thought as he walked, and said loudly: "There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang." Yanzi smiled skillfully and charmingly. Bosom friends know music, good for music. The mourning strings are subtle, and the breath is fragrant. Liu Zheng Jichu, Du Gong Zhongshang. Heart-warming, beautiful and unforgettable. Away from the birds, in the middle of the world. Stretch your neck and drum your wings, crying and begging each other. It makes my heart grieved. Sigh Erxi people, how to forget their worries. After singing the poem, Luan Yi slandered in his heart: I hope that Cao Cao and his old man will not be angry with me for plagiarizing his son Cao Pi's poems! But then again, Cao Pi is still stinking and can't compose poetry. It doesn't hurt to copy!
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Xun Yu clapped his hands and praised, "Dare to ask Ziqi, what is the name of this poem?" ”
"What a good deed? There is a beautiful person. ”
Xun Yu nodded, and asked Luan Yi again: "I don't know which girl is so fortunate that it can make Ziqi sad?" ”
When he asked a word, Cai Yan was so ashamed that his face was red. Luan Yi didn't respond, just swept his gaze to Cai Yan.
Xun Yu immediately understood, and was full of regret. Originally, the Xun family members still wanted to give the woman in the clan to Luan Yi, but they didn't want to be preempted by Cai Yan. However, thinking about it the other way, since ancient times, a talented man has been matched with a beautiful woman, Luan Yi has been a god in the world, and only Cai Zhaoji, a talented woman in the Han Dynasty, can match it! Then he was relieved. "Good! What a good deed! ”
Luan Yi was still complacent about being in the limelight, but he heard a coquettish voice from the crowd: "Luan Lang...... Luan Lang, there is time tonight, the slave family wants to invite Luan Lang to eat and drink! ”
"Luan Lang, it's good to mention a word for the slave family's "Liao Zhai"!"
"Master Luan, a certain family admires you very much, can you talk about it!"
My good boy. The banks of the Wei River are crowded. The enthusiastic people cheered and surrounded Luan Yi and the others.
The old and the young, the men and women, especially the women, were excited, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.
Crowded in the crowd, Luan Yi was better, he had a lot of strength and practiced martial arts, and more than ten people couldn't squeeze him. But Cai Yan and Guo Jia were beaten by the seedlings, they were already young, they were squeezed around, and they almost fell to the ground several times.
Luan Yi was anxious and snored: "Everyone, everyone, don't squeeze." Stop ......" Luan Fu and the other family members outside the circle are also in a hurry, wanting to rush into the crowd to protect Luan Yi and them. But because the crowd was too dense, he couldn't enter an inch.
But in such a chaotic situation, his shouts were like sinking into the sea, and no one could hear them at all. Luan Yi was forced to be helpless, so he had to try his best to protect Cai Yan and his brothers. But there are so many people, where can they protect it, they have to protect one and count it as one. fiercely hugged Cai Yan, who was closest to him, in his arms.
The moment he took that gentle body into his arms, Luan Yi obviously felt Cai Yan tremble. She tried to struggle, but she couldn't escape Luan Yi's forbidden arms anyway, knowing that Luan Yi was protecting herself, so she let it go.
The four eyes are facing each other, the depth and gentleness are blended together, and the warmth of harmony bursts out. Embroidered with the incense on Cai Yan's body, Luan Yixin was also drunk. "Sister! It's good to be my mother! ”
Needless to say, the question made Cai Yan freeze there. The raised cheeks couldn't help but droop.
Luan Yi stretched out his right hand, dragged Cai Yan's cheeks, and gently pushed those eyes in front of him, "Zhao Ji, marry me!" ”
Hearing this, Cai Yan actually cried. Crystal eyes sparkled with tears. She pressed her head against Luan Yi's solid chest, pulsing up and down.
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