I heard that in the chrysanthemum garden, there are talented people who race poems. The students who came here to play gathered one after another, and even many monks in Qixia Temple came out of the meditation room to watch the excitement.

The students who gathered over one after another, and when they saw that they were fighting with Wen, it turned out to be Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng, who was extremely low-key and never fought with others. I was even more curious. They all poked their necks and looked into the crowd, wanting to see if it was the talented man who could make this low-key Jiangning's No. 1 talent make a move.

Lu Heng has never had his name in Jiangning before. However, at the Qinhuai Poetry Conference, this person was born with a song of Jinse and became a blockbuster. At the poetry meeting where he was said to be a strong player, he won the title of the first talent in Jiangning.

Moreover, after that, Jiangning students also learned. Some time ago, it was said that the term nostalgic for Jiangbei Pavilion, which has been hated by many literati and writers in Jiangning, actually came from this person's handwriting.

Although, since then, I haven't heard of Lu Heng having a good sentence. However, with this word of poetry, it is enough to make him proud of the Jiangning literary circle.

The students were curious in their hearts, who could have such a face to make Lu Heng, who had never fought with others, start writing again. However, after seeing the team of Qincha, many students suddenly realized in their hearts.

Yes, no matter how good Lu Heng's literary talent is, no matter how talented he is in Jiangning. is also a showman. Now that people are sending adults, the power is tilted towards the government and the opposition, let him be a little talent, compose poetry, how can he not obey?

However, the students looked at Lu Heng's expression again. I couldn't help but muttered in my heart. With such an indifferent look on Lu Heng's face, it didn't look like he was being persecuted.

At this time, Lu Heng looked at it with a smile on his face, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, like the money of a rooster who had always been proud, patiently listening to this person's narcissistic boastful eyes.

"Okay, there is a lot of money, and this official is not in the mood to listen to your idle talk. Hurry up and get the question out! "The first to be impatient was not An Peng, who was about to explode. Instead, on the side, Lu Yushi, who had been with his hands in his sleeves and closed his eyes.

Seeing this idiot, he boasted endlessly. Lu Yushi finally couldn't stand it anymore, opened his eyes, and scolded him for not being delicious.

"Uh, yes, sir!" When he was talking about how he won the great achievements of Tanhua among many students, he never wanted to be interrupted by Lu Yushi's brutality. Qian Duoduo hurriedly closed his voice, respectfully hugged his fist at Lu Yushi, and bent down to salute.

After that, he turned around, twisted his beard, looked at Lu Heng with contempt, and said, "Since it is a chrysanthemum appreciation event today, then we will use this chrysanthemum as the theme, how about it?" ”

"What do you say?" Seeing Lu Heng looking at him with a smile and a word, Qian Duoduo thought that Lu Heng had no bottom in his heart, so he smiled proudly, turned around, and asked the students who were watching around him. "Okay, let's open our eyes too!" The students are typical funeral parlors who don't think they are seriously ill and watch the fun, and when they hear this narcissistic brother, they ask their opinions. Immediately applauded.

"How, Master Lu!" After getting the support of the surrounding crowd, Qian Duoduo turned his head, hugged his arms, and said to Lu Heng with a smile.

Lu Heng glanced at the Jiangnan students around him who were waiting for him, turned his head to Qian Duoduo, who was arrogant in front of him, nodded and said, "Yes." However, before the competition, there was something unclear below, and I hope that Brother Qian will advise! ”

Seeing Lu Heng smiling and clenching his fists to himself, Qian Duoduo snorted in his nose, glanced at Lu Heng with disdain, and secretly said in his heart, it was really a Xibei goods. It seems that the poems that circulated in the market before may have been written by that person.

Qian Duoduo glanced at Lu Heng, then turned his back, put his hands behind his back, turned his back to Lu Heng, and snorted: "If there is anything you don't know, just ask!" ”

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the other party, Lu Heng didn't care. smiled, pointed to the Jiangnan students around him, and asked indifferently: "I have heard the name of the northern student for a long time, but, I don't know, in the eyes of a northern student like Brother Qian, what do you think of my Jiangnan literary circle?" ”

After speaking, Lu Heng smiled faintly, looked at Qian Duoduo who turned around, and waited for her answer.

"Hmph, it's mostly some words of wind and snow, with the meaning of moaning without illness, and the sound of beauty!" Qian Duoduo glanced around, flicked his sleeves, and looked at the delicate-looking scholars around him with disdain.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the surrounding Jiangning students to look at Qian Duoduo angrily.

However, Qian Duoduo doesn't seem to care. It's still the look of holding your head high and your nostrils facing the sky.

However, behind him, An Peng's face changed slightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Lu Heng, who was smiling indifferently, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

What a clever mind! Just one word can turn things around. set his party against the people of Jiangning.

Hey, An Peng took a breath of cool air in his heart. looked at the scholar with an indifferent expression, and still praised it in his heart: What a good method!

And Qian Duoduo acted as if he hadn't found anything, still holding his head high, as if he was the only one in the world.

On the side, Lu Yushi looked at Lu Heng, who shook his head slightly and smiled, and then looked at the fool-like Qian Duoduo, and the look in his eyes was even more colorful.

However, when he saw that Lu Hengzheng seemed to glance at him, he hurriedly closed his eyes again and made a stunned appearance.

After Lu Heng withdrew his gaze from Lu Yushi, he glanced at Qian Duoduo with a smile, and said with a fist: "Heh, Brother Qian's words are suspected of overturning a boatload of people with a stick!" That's not good! ”

Seeing the students around him, Qian Duoduo's words were all glamorous, and the handsome face of the disease-free moaning was red, and he couldn't wait to come up and beat this narcissistic guy in a group. Lu Heng knew that public opinion was already on his side.

With the support of public opinion in this garden, Lu Heng is no longer worried, and when he meets this An Peng, he will be annoyed and angry.

He smiled slightly, looked at Qian Duoduo, and clenched his fists and said, "Since this is the case, then I will take Jiangning students and ask Brother Qian for advice." Brother Qian, please! ”

Lu Heng slowly stretched out his hand, smiled slightly, and said a lot to Qian.

Qian Duoduo snorted immodestly, glanced at everyone, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and said smugly: "I just got one occasionally, although I am not very satisfied." However, I guess you have never seen such a masterpiece. At this time, I will take it out and let you see what poetry is! ”

Qian Duoduo smiled arrogantly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly chanted as he walked: "Scattered golden stamens, although they are withered, they do not change their fragrance." The deep bushes are lonely, and the car is clear! ”

This five unique poems start with colors. And in this way, he sang the noble pride of the chrysanthemum, and nurtured the poet's hermit heart in it. The whole poem is also brilliant, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece.

Hearing this, this narcissistic guy actually recited such a good poem in a moment. The onlookers of Jiang Ning's talented men changed their faces one after another. Although he disdains this person's character, this poem is indeed a difficult masterpiece. The students of Jiangning suddenly sweated for Lu Heng.

And Qian Duoduo, although he tried his best to make an expression on his face as if he had made a poem that I had made up by hand. But the trembling hands in his sleeves still showed how nervous he was. After reading the poem, he saw the surrounding Jiangning students still enjoying the poem, and the nervousness in his heart was suddenly replaced by ecstasy.

He smiled, glanced at Lu Heng triumphantly, hugged his arms, and said proudly: "How, Lu Gongzi, can there be a good sentence that can compare to this poem?" ”

Lu Heng looked at Qian Duoduo's proud appearance, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Then, in the expectant eyes of many Jiangning students, Lu Heng slapped the dust on his body with a casual expression, raised his head and said to Qian Duoduo with a smile: "Good poem, Brother Qian might as well have another poem?" ”

Belch...... Qian Duoduo, who was waiting to see Lu Heng's jokes, never thought that the other party would highlight the strange soldier and come up with such a sentence.

This sudden sentence caught me off guard.

Qian Duoduo's face stiffened, he looked at Lu Heng in amazement, and his heart felt like it had exploded. It's a mess.

His grandmother's, how can there be such a thing.

This poem was recited by his teacher back then, and he overheard it. At that time, after tasting it, I deeply felt that this poem has a deep charm and is a difficult sentence. He remembered it deeply.

Now, he faced Lu Heng, who was praised as the first talent by many students in Jiangning, and under caution, he directly took out this trump card at the bottom of the box, wanting to give the other party a dismount.

But how can it be like this!

The other party's sudden words completely shattered his wishful thinking.

"That's right, since Brother Narcissist, oh no, it's Brother Duoduo who is so talented, let's do another song, let me wait and see!" The coaxing of the surrounding students made Qian Duoduo break out in an anxious cold sweat for a while.

Anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks, he had no ink in his chest. Where did the good sentence come from?

Just when Qian Duoduo panicked and didn't know what to do. An Peng, who was behind him, walked out. He glanced at the coaxing students around him with a smile, and his unkind look suddenly suppressed the noisy voices of the students around him.

The students suddenly bowed their heads like ducks that had been choked by the neck.

Only then did An Peng retract his gaze, stepped forward, squinted at Lu Heng, stroked his beard and said, "Lu Gongzi has broken the rules by doing this." The official was just behind him, and he heard it clearly. You and Qian Tanhua Wendou are turn-based. At this time, Qian Tanhua had already made a song, so it should be Lu Gongzi. How could Lu Gongzi be like this. Isn't this ignoring the rules of civil fighting? ”

Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "Lord An's words are wrong, Brother Qian also said just now that he made this poem by hand." This kind of statement obviously means that he has better poems than this in his heart, since it is a literary fight, then it should not be won by the number of poems, but by the quality of the key to victory or defeat. If Brother Qian can make a better song, it is not impossible to admit defeat on the spot! Hehe, Brother Qian, right! ”

In the last sentence, Lu Heng directly bypassed An Peng, and said loudly to Qian Duoduo, who was hiding behind An Peng, with a red face.

"I, you, this ......" Qian Duoduo blushed and didn't say a word for a long time.

An Peng was also extremely angry in his heart, and Qian Duoduo had no brains. Damn, you're fucking tweed, you don't have any eyesight. The poetry of the person in front of him was nodded and praised by His Majesty today. Is it what you think in your heart, a man with no ink on his chest?

And what the fuck are you talking that bullshit? It's a brainless. Now that someone is a general, what are you going to do?

Hearing Lu Heng's aggressive words, the muscles on An Peng's face couldn't help twitching. He turned his head and glared at Qian Duoduo viciously, and saw that the other party was like a grandson, blushing and bowing his head and eating without speaking. An Peng sighed helplessly.

Turning his head and looking at Lu Heng with a smile on his face, he snorted and said, "This is it, as long as you can make better poems than this poem, you will win over there!" How is it? ”

After saying this, An Peng stared at Lu Heng and smiled coldly, quite sure that he was sure of it.

Lu Heng glanced at An Peng, and naturally knew in his heart how he planned it.

Lu Heng thought for a moment, raised his head, glanced at An Peng with a smile, and nodded: "Since the adult agreed to come down for Brother Qian, it is naturally not good to let Brother Qian scratch the few hairs left on his head." However, since it's a fighting poem, there must be a referee over there. Adults don't, come out and be a referee yourself! ”

An Peng's face froze, and a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

What he actually thought in his heart was exactly what Lu Heng said.

No matter what kind of poem Lu Heng makes, as long as he says that this poem is not good, who would dare to say half a word to the people present.

Now, An Peng, who was scheming by Lu Heng's words, was shocked, and felt that this scholar was thoughtful and extremely difficult.

He smiled coldly, stared at Lu Heng and said, "Then I don't know, in your heart, who can be the referee today?" ”

Saying this, An Peng is confident. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, see who dares to judge today.

However, he seems to have missed someone, uh, not just one, it seems that there are a lot of people like this today.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that Lu Yushi, who had been standing behind, opened his eyes, he smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said: "This referee, of course this official is here!" ”

An Peng's body shook, turned his head, and looked at this mad dog that was going crazy all the time in surprise. I was extremely puzzled, what happened today. How can this mad dog keep going against him?

Could it be, he realized. Yesterday, I was calculated by myself.

Just when An Peng was surprised, a loud voice came from the back of the crowd.

"This king should be able to be this referee, Lord An!" The crowd got out of the way, revealing a team of more than a dozen people, and Wu Ningyuan, who was dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon, strode over surrounded by these dozen warriors.

"Xia Guan has seen the Eighth Prince!" Seeing Wu Ningyuan appear, An Peng's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood.

No wonder this scholar is so sure today, it turns out that he has been prepared for a long time, and he must have made an appointment with Wu Ningyuan. With Ning Wangye supporting, it's no wonder that he is not afraid of himself.

He turned his head and glanced at Lu Heng, who was talking to Wu Ningyuan with a wry smile. His eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around, and saluted Wu Ning with his fists in the distance.

"Get up!" Wu Ningyuan just glanced at him, raised his hand casually, and said something to Lu Heng with a smile.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" An Peng straightened his waist, glanced at Wu Ningyuan, lowered his head, and looked gloomy.

"Of course, since it's a fighting poem, two referees are still not enough." After Wu Ningyuan pretended to think about it for a while, he didn't care about Lu Heng beside him, rolled his eyes helplessly, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It takes the third one to decide who wins and who loses, Lord An is right!" ”

"Lord Wangming!" An Peng hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed.

After Wu Ningyuan glanced at An Peng with satisfaction, he turned his head and began to search in the crowd.

After seeing the monk in the crowd staying with a group of laymen and wearing a robe, Wu Ningyuan laughed, walked to the monk's side, and said with a smile: "How about the master come to be the third referee?" ”

The monk smiled, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, then nodded and said, "The prince invites, and the poor monk agrees!" ”

(To be continued)