In the midst of the shouting, the beggar who was going to compose a poem was finally brought in by the guys of the Eight Immortals Residence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And after the beggar was brought in, everyone present sighed.

Ugly, this beggar is too ugly, a face is not only loose as if only bones remain, but also too dirty, so that these people present can't help but be a little unappetizing.

I'm afraid I won't be able to eat the food, but this beggar's poems should still be listened to.

The eldest grandson Wuji didn't bother to look at this beggar, and asked directly: "You want to compose a poem?" ”

The beggar pushed his dirty chest forward and said, "Yes, I want to compose poetry." ”

The eldest grandson Wuji frowned slightly, took a step back, because the smell of the beggar came to his face, making him feel very uncomfortable, he retreated to a chair, covered his nose slightly, and said impatiently: "Do it, do it, do it and leave quickly." ”

The beggar grinned, his mouth full of yellow teeth was disgusting, and everyone present didn't even want to look at him at this time, so they turned their heads away.

But the beggar didn't care, and after scratching his scalp, he seemed to suddenly think of something, so he hurriedly said, "The red candle stopped in the cave room last night. After saying this, the beggar seemed to be thinking, and he kept scratching his head again.

At this time, everyone present heard the beggar say such a thing about the cave room last night, so they couldn't help laughing.

"It turned out to be a beggar who wanted a woman."

"Hehe, red candle in the cave room, this beggar thinks it's beautiful."

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A group of knowledgeable people at this time unscrupulously made fun of a beggar, this scene feels very strange, it stands to reason that people who read should not be cultivated, right, but among the people present, how many are cultivated, and how many are not teasing?

Princess Danyang took a shallow sip of a cup of tea, and thought to herself, although this sentence did not have much artistic conception and knowledge to speak of in the cave room last night, but a stop word is used very well, and there is a meaning of retention, which may be said by a three-year-old child elsewhere, but this word is used in such a poem, but there is a feeling of divine stroke.

And such a word, I'm afraid that it is not a beggar who can do it, thinking of Tang Zhou's appearance when he left just now, Danyang was somewhat clear in her heart, but she saw that these Confucians present made fun of a beggar like this, and she was quite angry in her heart, so she didn't say anything, just waited for the beggar to continue, and she also wanted to know what kind of poem Tang Zhou taught such a beggar, it should not be just a poem about the boudoir.

Sure enough, just when Princess Danyang was thinking like this, and those scholars were laughing unscrupulously, the beggar suddenly thought of another sentence, so he hurriedly read: "Wait for Xiaotang to worship my aunt." ”

When the beggar read this, the noisy and lively hall suddenly fell silent, only to suddenly hear a sound in a corner.

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no longer the mood to make fun of just now, if the first sentence of the red candle that stopped last night in the cave room was quite sadistic, then the following sentence was to worship the aunt in front of Xiaotang, but the pattern has been seen.

Ancient customs, the first night after worshipping, the next morning to visit the father-in-law and mother-in-law, this second sentence is written in such a situation, but a word to be known, but it reveals the poet's skills, and the two sentences are read together, although not particularly amazing, but it has given people a kind of elegant and trustworthy meaning, as if it is a work without carving, but it has a three-point rhyme.

Everyone was a little surprised, and they were already suspicious, how a beggar could come up with such a poem, although it was not amazing, but it was not something that a beggar could make.

And just when everyone was suspicious, the beggar had already remembered the last two sentences, and read: "Ask your husband in a low voice, the depth of the thrush is not there." ”

Originally, everyone was still sitting on the chair and suspicious, but after the last two sentences were chanted by the beggar, many Confucians couldn't help but stand up from the chair, and their faces were excited.

Princess Danyang was drinking tea, but after hearing these two sentences, the teacup suddenly stopped, she asked her husband in a low voice, and the thrush seemed to be chanted a few times, and there was an indescribable comfortable warm current in her heart.

I secretly thought, good poetry, good poetry, such a good poem, it is really Tang Zhou's handwriting.

At this time, many of the great Confucians in the hall also had this idea.

"Poetry is not beautiful, but the meaning of the words is not the first, not enough to deserve it. The last two sentences, judging the time to prove oneself, collecting virtue and avoiding jealousy, can be described as good at hiding it. ”

"There are no gorgeous words in the poem, as if they are casual words, and they ask their husbands in a low voice, and there is no time when the thrush is deep."

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Everyone has an evaluation of this poem in their hearts, but because the poem came out of the mouth of a beggar, although these people praised it in their hearts, they didn't say a word on their lips, and the hall on the first floor of the Eight Immortals Residence was still very quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while, if today's events got out, and the poems written by a beggar were better than the poems made by these talented people of the Tang Dynasty, wouldn't this be a joke?

Everyone didn't want this matter to get out, they didn't even want people to know that there was a strange person who had entered the Eight Immortals Residence today, and they all regretted their previous decision to let the beggar in.

But just when everyone was thinking about how to resolve the embarrassment, Li Yuanqing, the Taoist king who was sitting on the side, suddenly laughed and said: "The bride of this trust sees her aunt and the examiner by comparing her son, tsk." ”

Li Yuanqing suddenly said such a sentence at this time, as if he knew that he had only now discovered that such a poem was the trial inquiry poem that the previous Confucians asked the younger generations to compose.

And when he shouted like this, everyone's hearts sank, and they secretly thought that they couldn't hide it, but the talent of the entire Chang'an City was not as good as a poem written by a flower child, which was really embarrassing to throw home.

Everyone turned their eyes to the eldest grandson Wuji, this party was organized by him, although the talent of Chang'an lost face, but the banquet of the eldest grandson Wuji was smashed, and his face was not good-looking.

Eldest Sun Wuji frowned slightly, his face was very bad, at this time, Eldest Sun Wen suddenly came to Eldest Sun Wuji, and whispered in the ear of Eldest Sun Wuji, Eldest Sun Wuji squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Princess Danyang, and saw that Tang Zhou and Cheng Chumo were really gone, thinking of Tang Zhou's talent before, he suddenly understood what was going on.

And just when the eldest grandson Wuji understood what was going on, the beggar who had been standing there suddenly shouted: "I want to eat, I want to eat......"