36E quietly kicked Yuan Jiang, who was laughing for no reason, "Hey, what's the smirk, Master Yan is talking to you." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Oh." Yuan Jiang's body trembled, and finally reacted, and hurriedly sat upright, looking at Yan Xiang with a puzzled look, "Dare to ask Master Yan what he has to say?" ”

Yan Xiang asked tentatively: "He Yilang and the others want to chant poems against each other, do you see ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Jiang waving his hand, "Since He Yilang has such a Yaxing, Tu Gao should accompany him." ”

Looking at the two people who were talking, Zheng Hun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "The two of them seem to be more than just uncles and nephews. ”

Seeing that Yuan Jiang agreed, He Hao was so happy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and drank all the wine in the cup, "Okay, well, since you all have no opinions, then let's take advantage of such a snowy scene, each chanting a song, or a song or a fu, I'll come first." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, brewed his emotions, and while pacing back and forth, he shook his head and chanted, "Today's banquet is a good banquet, and joy is hard to show. The kite is exciting, and the new sound is wonderful. Lingde sings high words, knows the music and listens to its truth. Together, the meaning is not declared. Life is sent for a lifetime, and it is like a storm. Why don't you take a high step and ask for Lu Jin first. Doing nothing to keep the poor and cheap, and working hard for a long time. ”

After a poem was finished, He Hao's face was full of pride, like a peacock on the screen.

Tao Qiuhong, who is a fellow villager with him, was surprised, "Good poetry, good poetry, Boqiu is talented, and we are ashamed of ourselves." ”

Zheng Tai squinted his eyes and smiled: "This poem is written in one go, of course, it is very straightforward, shallow and far-reaching, and the ordinary is full of great ambitions, which is rich in life philosophy, which is wonderful." ”

"He Boqiu is so talented, I really admire it." Yan Xiang raised his glass and said with a smile: "Come, you and I will drink this cup together." ”

"He Yilang's poem is incisive, and it really deserves the word 'wonderful'." Even Ma Riyan, who has been watching coldly, couldn't help but praise him.

In the Cuizhu Pavilion, only Yuan Jiang, 36E, and Zheng Hun sneered.

36E is a person who practices martial arts, does not understand poetry and songs, but is most unaccustomed to the villain's ambition, before He Hao has repeatedly spoken out and accused Yuan Jiang, she just held back the fire in her belly, at this time when she saw her such an invincible appearance, she immediately sneered, if she wasn't afraid of Yan Xiang's face, she would have rushed up and beaten He Hao violently.

Yuan Jiang's sneer was disdain and disdain, but Zheng Hun was a little bit of a subordinate to the other.

He pondered for a while, then stood up, shook his head at He Hao and said with a smile: "Although He Yilang's poem is good, it is not a masterpiece of the Yinxue Banquet. ”

When He Hao heard this, although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't say it, "Oh, I want to hear it in detail." ”

Zheng Hun walked out of his seat with a smile, raised his head and recited: "Meng Dong is cold, and the north wind is so miserable. I know how long the night is, and I look up to the stars. The moon is full of three or five, and the toad and rabbit are missing. The guest came from afar and left me a book. The upper word is Sauvignon Blanc, and the next is a long parting. In the sleeve of the book, the three-year-old word will not be extinguished. Single-mindedly, afraid of the king and not knowing. ”

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately won the applause of Zheng Tai and Tao Qiuhong, and Yan Xiang and Ma Riyan in the hall gave a thumbs up and praised it.

He Hao stared at Zheng Hun with gloomy eyes, while constantly pondering Zheng Hun's poetry in his heart, wanting to find flaws in them and attack them.

After pondering for a long time, He Hao suddenly smiled: "Brother Zheng's poem is excellent in terms of artistic conception and rhetoric, but what is written in the poem is that the wife misses her husband, affectionate fists, lingering and compassionate, it is hard to imagine that this is from a man's hand." ”

Zheng Hun smiled noncommittally and asked, "Brother He, is this doubting that this poem was not written by Xia?" ”

He Hao waved his hand and said seriously: "This is what you said yourself, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Zheng Hun wasn't annoyed, but just sneered, "Hehe, He Yilang, listening to what you say, you know that you have a bunch of rotten bamboo in your belly, and you don't have any real knowledge." ”

He Haoqiang held back the anger in his heart and asked, "Oh, then Brother Zheng wants to talk to me well, why do I only have rotten bamboo in my belly?" ”

"He Yilang, don't be excited, listen to me slowly."

Zheng Hun put his hands behind his back, and after making a good fortune, he explained to He Hao, "Qu Yuan once used men and women to refer to monarchs and ministers in [Lisao] to express political implications. Under the pretext of love, it can be tortuously expressed in reality that it is inconvenient to say what it is not necessary to say it explicitly, does He Yilang, who boasts of being full of poetry and books, not know this meaning? ”

He Hao hurriedly said, "Of course I know." ”

Zheng Hun sneered even more, "Then you still dare to question my poems?" ”

"This ......" He Hao looked embarrassed and stood for a long time.

Zheng Hun was unforgiving, "Since you say that my poems are not good, then I will also comment on your poems." ”

"I want to hear about it."

"He Yilang's poems are too superficial, and the emotions expressed are too ego. At first glance, this poem is written about the feelings of the guest about drinking and listening to songs, showing the indignation of 'poor people who are derelict in their duties and have no will', but if you read it carefully, you can see the author's narrow-mindedness and resentment. Such a poem full of anger is just written in private, how can it be taken out and shown off in public? ”

As soon as He Hao heard this, he was furious, and began to accuse Zheng Hun of poetry, and the latter was not to be outdone, and rose up, and the two criticized each other in the cabinet.

"Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair!"

Yuan Jiang, who was watching the play on the side, couldn't help but snort coldly when he saw this.

In the live broadcast room, fans also watched with interest as two self-proclaimed wise men biting each other, and the atmosphere was in full swing--

"Haha, I originally wanted to watch Brother Jiang pretend to compare, but the two of them are good, and they started fighting first."

"These two hypocrites only know how to show off their literary talents here and pretend to be compared, but they don't know that our Brother Jiang is the famous king of comparison."

Yuan Jiang said with a smile: "Let's watch the play for a while, and then use it as a dessert before the main meal, and then make a move after recuperating our energy." Everyone invited Du Niang out, and when they took it, they pretended to be with me, and as soon as the Tang poems and Song lyrics came out, they were guaranteed to scare a few of them into a fart. ”

"666, it's been a long time since I've seen our Brother Jiang's pretend, and I don't know how his pretending to be compared to his divine skill cultivation, I'm a little looking forward to it."

"Brother Jiang, don't worry, the people in our 606 dormitory are watching your live broadcast, and when the time comes, the four love crazy will provide you with Baidu to ensure that you have a cool desire-fairy-desire-death."

"Brother Jiang, to deal with these two pretending goods, you don't need Tang poems and Song lyrics at all, and the Duan friends in the live broadcast room can just say a word."

"I'll come first - if you don't watch Muto Lan to watch the film, it's in vain to watch all the H movies."

"It's wet, it's wet, I'll say it too. The night attack on Pearl Harbor was frightened, and Japan and Germany surrendered with two atomic bombs. ”

"I'll be absolute. In the year of the great drought, the warehouse was empty, and the well was empty. It was rainy for ten days, and the house was rotten and the vines were rotten. ”