"This man? This person seems to be the leader of this year's West Lake Poetry Club, Zhang Yi! ”

Someone among the crowd recognized Zhang Baiyi's identity,

The man screamed, and the scene exploded.

If the scene just now is boiling, the current scene is boiling,

"Zhang Baiyi, do you dare to compete with me,"

"Zhang Baiyi, do you dare to compete with me,"

"Zhang Caizi, dare to compare poems with me,"

"Zhang Kuishou, dare me ask for a lesson or two,"

……

All the talented people have changed from the denunciation just now to the consultation,

The literati love the name,

These people failed to win the championship in the West Lake Poetry Society, and if they can win the leader of the Poetry Society in a private competition, their reputation will be ruined.

In order to become famous, these talents will use any means,

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Seeing that Zhang Baiyi had no intention of competing, the talented people began to speak ill of each other,

"No wonder there is no one in his eyes, it turns out that he is the leader of this year's poetry club!"

"Hmph~ Can you be so arrogant and rude with a little knowledge!"

"I heard that Zhang Sanjin is the biggest sponsor of the poetry club, and his son won the poetry championship, there must be some shady business in it,"

"Yes, the son of a merchant, how can he be compared with the geniuses of the four scholarly families,"

"It must have been a trick to win the first place at the West Lake Poetry Conference,"

"If you don't dare to compete with me, you must be scared,"

"It's shameless to be so famous,"

"Such a person is not as good as a pig or a dog,"

……

The more talented people talked, the more unpleasant they became, and finally they simply scolded Zhang Baiyi and his eighteenth generation ancestors.

The old master of the southeast branch on the stage was very angry in his heart,

I put down my body and came to preside over the poetry meeting, and I dared someone to be so rude,

It's like a star going to a university to hold a concert, and suddenly someone says in front of the star that the concert is boring.

People want faces, trees want bark, people live well,

Obviously, the southeast branch is not angry in his stomach, but angry,

Hmph~ What about the first place in the poetry club, can the first place in the poetry club be empty?

Aunt can bear it, Uncle can't bear it,

I can't bear it,

"Zhang Caizi shirks so much, but he looks down on me and others," the old master on the stage finally spoke,

As soon as the old master spoke, the audience suddenly became a lot quieter,

Respect for teachers has penetrated into the marrow of the literati,

Although the old master of Dongnanzhi is not their master, he is an authority after all, and he can teach in Dongsheng Middle School, which shows that his knowledge is extraordinary.

"Bai Yi doesn't dare," Young Master Zhang hurriedly saluted the stage, and there was still respect for this old master in Zhang Baiyi's heart.

Although I don't know where I provoked everyone and this old master, I still try my best to salute the stage like those scholars.

As a modern person, he is really not used to these red tapes, so in the eyes of everyone and the old master, Zhang Baiyi's nondescript gift is the biggest rudeness.

When everyone saw Zhang Bai Yi Shili, they were even more angry at him,

How dare you defile Confucianism like this,

Dongnan Zhi was even more disappointed in Zhang Baiyi,

But as a senior old master, he has done a lot of work on the surface.

"Then ask Zhang Caizi to come to the stage and recite one or two masterpieces, so that these talents can see Zhang Kuishou's demeanor,"

Zhang Baiyi still wants to refuse, thinking about it carefully, he will definitely not be able to hide this time, if he refuses the old man on the stage again, I'm afraid the situation will be worse, thinking of this,

Zhang Baiyi gave another nondescript salute and said, "Bai Yi listens to the master's arrangement!" ”，

Zhang Baiyi came to the stage and looked at the people in the audience, all of whom were glaring at him.

There is some anxiety in my heart,

Dark Dao, I'm afraid it's hard to calm down this time,

Young Master Zhang looked up into the distance,

The bright moon spits light, the spring breeze blows the willow lane,

Such a beautiful scenery and such a night, but the mood of the young man on the stage is not beautiful,

Zhang Baiyi anxiously waited for the 'embarrassment' that was ready to meet him,

The southeast branch walked to the front of the stage at this time,

Are you going to start, Zhang Baiyi said in his heart,

"Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and a poem on the theme of the Shangyuan Festival, which genius in the audience originally intended to come to the stage to learn a thing or two with Zhang Caizi. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Sure enough, as Master Zhang expected, after all, there was still a competition,

This old man is so insidious, first trick himself into power, and then embarrass himself,

"This is unfair to Brother Zhang, the poetry is about inspiration, everyone in the audience has been preparing for this poetry meeting for a long time, I am afraid that there are already a few good poems in the belly, and Brother Zhang has not prepared anything, even no matter how talented a talented person is, it is impossible to temporarily make a poem that can suppress the talents to think for a few days," Nan Zhuyu whispered for Zhang Baiyi in the audience.

"Yes, this old master of the southeast branch also has the intention of favoring everyone, first saying that the topic is letting people come to the stage to discuss, how can there be such a reason, it is clear that he wants everyone in the audience to weigh their own advantages and disadvantages, so that they can come up with the best poems to compete with Zhang Gongzi," Dong Xiaoqian continued,

Of course, the two of them can lower their voices when they speak, they don't want to follow in the footsteps of the eldest young master.

"Student Bai Xin originally intended to ask for a lesson or two," came to the stage by a young scholar,

It is estimated that he wants to be famous and wants to go crazy, and he doesn't care about whether he is bullying the small with the big when he comes to power.

Looking at the age of the scholar, he is already in the age of establishment, I am afraid that he is more than twice the age of Zhang Baiyi.

There is a stark contrast between one large and one small on the stage,

The scholar was very disdainful when he came to the stage, in his eyes, Zhang Baiyi's thin body might not be able to withstand his own slap, how could he compete with himself?

What about the leader of the poetry club, if it weren't for the age limit, I could participate, if I were your current age, I'm afraid the poetry would be a different story,

Isn't it better to be a yellow-haired child than you who have been learning for so long?

"This person on the stage is really shameless, he is still on stage when he is so old," Nan Zhuyu was indignant,

Although everyone noticed the inappropriateness, they completely ignored this point in order to make Zhang Bai easy to make a fool of himself.

Bai Xin's nostrils were facing the sky, his eyes squinted at Zhang Baiyi, and he said arrogantly: "I won't let you suffer, I'll chant first, you can think about it more, maybe you can really make a poem later,"

The words were said so, but anyone could hear the disdain in their tone,

Isn't it more shameful to think about it for a while and not be able to write a poem,

Bai Xin walked to the front of the stage and read aloud: "The hometown of "Yuan Xi" is the Lantern Festival tonight, and the lonely barbarian village sits alone. Relying on the legacy can be a companion, and I am happy to be invited by no cars and horses. The spring grass pavilion plum moves first, and the moon is full and the snow has not disappeared. The first set of lanterns in the hall, the heavy should be read far away. ”

Today in the old garden is the Lantern Festival, but I am sitting alone in a deserted village, lonely and lonely. Fortunately, there are the remaining scriptures to accompany me, and I am glad that there are no carriages and horses passing by to invite me to travel. When spring arrives, the plum blossoms in the grass pavilion are the first to bloom, and the moon shines on the empty courtyard and the snow has not yet dissolved. At this time, the hall of the house was brightly lit, and my brothers came, and my parents must have missed me alone in a distant place.

Bai Xinyin applauded from the audience,

It's not that Bai Xin really writes well at this time, but that there are many people who support him,

"Every festive season, I miss my relatives, and on the night of Yuanxiao, it is natural to miss my relatives, and at this time, the wanderer who is far away from my relatives will feel lonely and lonely, and it is very natural to recall the past. Bai Caizi wrote this first "Yuan Xi" truthfully about this feeling, which is even more sincere and deep. ”

The words of the southeast branch clearly agree with this poem,

Bai Xin raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Baiyi contemptuously: "What? Zhang Kuishou, you can come up with a poem! ”

Bai Xin bit very hard when he said the word "Kui", and his tone was full of contempt,

And after hearing Dongnanzhi's comments, Young Master Zhang also touched the scene, and missed someone.

It was last year's Lantern Festival, and she made an appointment to go to the Lantern Festival to see the lights, and at that time I felt that her laughter was the most beautiful thing in the world, and now the world has changed, and people are unpredictable, and I broke up with my most beloved person and unexpectedly came to this strange world.

Bai Xin waited for a long time and didn't wait for Zhang Baiyi to speak, and his face was a little unbearable.

said coldly: "Zhang Caizi can't even take out a small poem, I'm afraid that the leader of this poetry club was obtained by means of vain fame!" ”

Zhang Baiyi hasn't moved yet,

Bai Xin raised his voice and continued: "If Zhang Kuishou really can't do it, kneel down and admit his mistake to Master Southeast, and this matter will be over." ”

"Who said I couldn't do it."