After a long time, Min Shuiwang spoke: "Even if you say that the smallpox is drunk, this poem can hardly be called an elegant work, and you will not be able to make a masterpiece comparable to Bai Gongzi." ”

"Isn't it just poetry! This young master came casually, "Song of the Goose" goose goose goose, the song to the sky, the white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the green waves. ”

Although the beginning is the same, but the style of poetry has changed greatly, this poem writes the sound beauty of the goose, and through the contrast of "song" and "to the sky", "white hair" and "green water", "anthurium" and "clear wave" to write the beauty of the goose's lines and colors, at the same time, "song", "floating", "dial" and other words and write the dynamic beauty of the goose, hearing and vision, static and dynamic, sound and color perfect combination, the goose's shape and spirit come to life. is better than Bai Yaowen's "Song of the Goose".

"Good"

"Good Poetry"

The onlookers cheered.

Min Shuiwang, who was about to taunt Zhang Baiyi, had a throat like something blocked, and his face turned the color of pig liver.

Bai Yaowen's face was gloomy, and the aura that belonged to him was now snatched away by Zhang Baiyi, and no one was happy.

Dong Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance. I didn't expect the talent of the boy I rescued to be so good.

"Childe is talented." A crisp voice like a yellow oriole singing willow sounded, Zhang Baiyi only felt that this voice seemed to have a taste, it was so sweet, and there was such a beautiful sound in the world.

Zhang Baiyi turned around and saw a woman in white standing on a beautiful painting boat, with her shoulders shaved and her waist like a plain. Neck stretched, bright and exposed, white clothes and white skirts, covered with white veils, like a fairy who came out of the West Lake painting.

Li Furong's painting boat also rowed over at some point.

"There are many escapes, lightness and non-self-control. Taste the peerless color, and restore the posture of the city. Miss Li is really a stunning beauty, just looking at her figure, I am afraid that there is no one in the whole of Hangzhou. Zhang Baiyi boldly looked Li Furong up and down, and said in his mouth, "Tut, good figure." I don't know how it feels to the touch! ”

The last sentence was very quiet, and only Zhang Ergou and Dong Xiaoqian, who were closest to Zhang Baiyi, heard it.

Dong Xiaoqian's face flushed, and she said "shameless" in her heart.

"This person is so shameless that he dares to look at my young lady like this."

"Hmph~ What a stunning beauty, my young lady is more beautiful than her."

Two voices rang out in the hearts of the two maids at the same time.

"Zhang Gongzi praises falsely, the little woman can't afford this alluring posture." The oriole-like voice sounded again.

"Miss Li is as beautiful as a fairy, and she can afford this alluring posture." Bai Yaowen was cold for a long time, and when he didn't see Li Furong talking to him, he came out to brush up on his sense of existence.

"I heard that your sons are reciting poems against you, and the little woman took the liberty to visit, I don't know if it disturbed your sons' Yaxing." Although Li Furong was talking to everyone, her eyes looked at the big red flower on Zhang Baiyi's sideburns, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud. Xindao, this person is really weird!

It's no wonder that all the scholars are dressed up like a gentleman with a lupine scarf, only Zhang Baiyi is wearing a scholarly robe but has a big red flower in his sideburns, which looks a little irrelevant, and the robe on his body is also wrinkled due to the soaking of the lake, and he looks like a merry down-and-out boy, but this is the kind of person who can chant good poems.

"Don't bother, don't bother, Miss Li can come, I'm lucky to have three lives." Min Shuiwang squeezed forward, and everyone only felt a meat ball moving on the boat, "At this time, when the spring is warm and the wind is recovering, we are destined to meet on this West Lake, why don't we wait for this spring?" ”

"Okay, I'll come first" A scholar wanted to show off his knowledge in front of the beautiful woman, so as to attract Li Furong's attention, he couldn't wait to chant loudly: ""Spring West Lake" five words, the West Lake is in spring, and the spring water is green and dyed. The group of flowers is rotten and does not reap, and the east wind falls like grits. ”

"The little girl is thin, and I hope you have more advice." Li Furong said modestly.

"Ergou, rent a boat, let's go back." Zhang Baiyi instructed Zhang Ergou,

It's so cold, I have to go back and change my clothes, or I'll have to catch a cold.

"Zhang Baiyi, are you trying to escape, I didn't know where to scoop two lines of poetry just now, and now there is no ink in my belly, hahaha." Min Shuiwang thought that Zhang Baiyi wanted to escape, and he called him by his name and mocked him regardless of etiquette.

Zhang Baiyi frowned, Min Shuiwang was really hateful.

"Is there anything important about Childe? It's still the little woman who swept the son's Yaxing. ”

The "Song of the Goose" just now is very good, it is difficult for me to make such a masterpiece, Li Furong intends to get acquainted with Zhang Baiyi, but she has just come to Zhang Baiyi but wants to leave.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that my body is thin and cold, and if I stay here for a long time, I'm afraid I'll suffer from the cold." Zhang Baiyi said and sneezed very cooperatively,

"Ahh

"What kind of body is thin, not better than the cold, I think you are just running away without a little ink on your chest." Min Shuiwang really didn't believe that Young Master Zhang, who had not learned and had no skills in the past, could chant first-class poems, the first two poems must have been copied somewhere, yes, they must have been copied, Zhang Baiyi's departure at this time was tantamount to making Min Shuiwang more confirmed his thoughts.

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of qi, not to mention people.

"What kind of chest has no ink, this young master is full of poetry and books, not just a poem, you wait."

Zhang Baiyi turned around and went back to the painting boat, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote a poem on the rice paper.

Fortunately, I practiced calligraphy in my previous life, and although my writing is not as good as everyone's, it is not too ugly.

took off the rice paper and threw it to Min Shuiwang and said: "I wrote the poem, do you dare to chant it." ”

Min Shuiwang unfolded the rice paper and looked at it, and a group of scholars also stepped forward to watch, and it wrote: """Lying Spring" dark plum smells of flowers, lying on the branches and hates the bottom, and it is like water in the distance, and it is easy to penetrate the spring green. The shore is like green, the shore is like green, and the shore is like green. ”

"Well, good poetry," a scholar couldn't help but praise.

Min Shuiwang read this poem three times, although it was good, he didn't see anything insulting, why did he let himself read it?

"I've made a poem, let's go." Zhang Baiyi felt that he had a little cold, and he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Brother Zhang, I'll send you." Dong Xiaoqian said on the side.

"Thank you, Brother Dong."

"Brother Min, what is that poem about, why don't you read it and let me enjoy it later." A scholar asked curiously.

Dong Xiaoqian's painting boat had just gone a short distance when he heard Min Shuiwang reading aloud with a slight dialect accent in the voice of the male duck,

"I'm stupid" I have no culture, I have a very low IQ, and if you want to ask me who I am, a big stupid donkey. I'm a donkey, I'm a donkey, I'm a stupid donkey.

"Hahaha"

……

The scholars burst into laughter.

Min Shuiwang realized that this was a scolding poem, and he read it out loud, Zhang Baiyi's painting boat had gone away at this time, and Min Shuiwang howled like a pig in a hurry and anger.

"Zhang Baiyi—I'm not done with you."

"Puff-huh-Childe, you are so bad~" Dong Xiaoqian's smile trembled.

Zhang Baiyi looked at Dong Xiaoqian and was also stunned, I heard that the beautiful man Zhang Baiyi was disdainful of it, the ancient man was really so beautiful? If it weren't for knowing that Dong Xiaosheng was a man, Young Master Zhang really doubted that he would be impulsive.

Dong Xiaoqian realized her gaffe and hurriedly changed the topic: "Brother Zhang's opinion on Junzi Yuan's kitchen really makes Zai Xia look new, and I am afraid that there are few people who can match his talent among my peers in Dawenguo." ”

"Brother Dong praised, about the gentleman's distant kitchen, he is actually talking casually, as a gentleman, he should stay away from the kitchen." Zhang Baiyi restrained his eyes, it was inappropriate for one man to stare at another man after all.

"What did Brother Zhang say?" Dong Xiaoqian wondered.

"The ancients, my fair lady, the gentleman is good, the ancients are cloudy, the gentleman is far away from cooking, which means that you can't go to the kitchen to harass women, otherwise the food is easy to paste~~" Zhang Baiyi explained indiscriminately.

"Giggle—"

Dong Xiaoqian smiled breathlessly

"Brother Zhang is such a wonderful person." Dong Xiaoqian stroked her smiling and somewhat stuffy chest.

"Dead shemale, seducing Lao Tzu again." Zhang Baiyi stared at Dong Xiaoqian's flat chest fiercely, and wanted to move away, but he was a little reluctant.

"Childe, it's time for you to get off the boat." The painting boat has been on the shore for a long time, and Zhang Baiyi is still admiring a certain part of Dong Xiaoqian, and the maid Xiaolan can't stand it anymore, so she reminded loudly.

"Well, oh~ then Zhang said goodbye." Zhang Baiyi led a group of family members to prepare to get off the boat.

"Three days later, Zhang Gongzi can go to the West Lake Poetry Club?" Dong Xiaoqian asked suddenly.

"There are some things that need to be dealt with these days, and I won't go to the West Lake Poetry Club."

This young master is not going, how can he participate in any poetry meeting with his own ink, anyway, now this young master is already a rich second generation, with a ticket, the house is still worried about not having a wife? I also participate in what kind of poems will be written so much brain-consumingly. Zhang Baiyi thought in his heart and led a group of family members to the depths of the crowd.

Dong Xiaoqian stood at the bow of the boat disappointed.

"Miss," Xiaolan called softly.

"Let's go back to the inn."

"Yes"