Papapa, pa~

As the ten altars of burning knives in front of Guo Ye's feet were drunk and smashed, Huo Huo was defeated, and his one-man show slowly came to an end.

Guo Ye doesn't know how many Tang poems he plagiarized and how many later poets he has broken his jobs in this half-drunk and half-awake period, but he knows one thing very well, that is, Xiao Shen's grandson's face is really swollen as a pig's head, and he looks like Zhu Bajie's second cousin coquettishly reproducing the appearance of the world.

Xiao Shen sat on the ground with his buttocks red, his cheeks were red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, his eyes were languishing and he looked at the ground, and muttered in distraction: "Is there anything else?" Anything else? ”

This is not only the voice of Xiao Shen alone, but also the common voice of the men and women in the whole garden.

Anything else?

Is there such a masterpiece of poetry that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods?

Xiao Shen, who has lost face, has obviously been forgotten, and everyone's eyes are on Guo Ye, confused? Adore? Numbness?

The end is that each has its own wonderful eyes, and each has mixed thoughts in his heart.

At this time, Guo Ye was in the hearts of everyone, and he was no longer the unlearned and unskilled Longxi Guo Ye as rumored in the streets, nor was he the bloody man who was praised on the battlefield by commenting on the story.

It's a strange masterpiece in the poetry world, a monster that is almost demonic.

At the same time, Changsun Chong, Chen Kang, and Chen Zhongda all stopped the movements in their hands, one put the ink ingot on the inkstone, and the other put the wolf in his hand on the pen wash, and glanced at each other one after another.

Then, they shook their hands in unison, obviously exhausted.

The eldest grandson Chong smiled bitterly: "My eldest grandson Chong's family has a family history, he was enlightened at the age of five, and he was born at the age of fifteen. It was even more so that he won the eye of the palace examination list last year and became famous in Beijing. The self-esteem is very high, and he does not put the world's readers in his eyes. But today, under Guo Ye Guo Ziyi's ten altars of old wine, dozens of poems have been written, and each of them can be called a top-grade masterpiece, and I am not as good as him. Bow to the wind, from today onwards, my eldest grandson will bow to the wind. ”

Chen Zhongda also sighed with deep sympathy: "Yes, not only can the articles be called high-quality masterpieces, in my eyes, the poems improvised by Brother Guo today are all masterpieces, which can be passed on to future generations for future generations to admire and remember." It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a geek in the poetry world, and he is unique. I, Chen Zhongda, have the honor to write poems for Brother Guo today, and I am honored! ”

"Poetry Monster!"

An exclamation came from the pavilion, and it was Li Tai, the king of Wei, who had been silent.

Li Tai, the king of Wei, has been well-read since he was a child, and he has been favored by His Majesty Li Er and has repeatedly worshiped under the name of Hongru in the world, otherwise he would not have the title of "pampering the princes" and "virtuous in the kings".

But today, Guo Ye is drunk and writes poems, and dozens of poems are written without stopping, and each one is as Chen Zhongda said, which can be called a shocking work.

During his silence, he secretly compared himself with Guo Ye, saying that whether he could make such a quantity and quality of masterpieces when he was drunk may be inspired by the opportunity, and it is impossible to make such a number of astonishing works.

How could Li Tai, the king of Wei, who has always regarded himself as talented, not be shocked? How can you not be ashamed?

When he exclaimed a poetic monster and imposed this name on Guo Ye, the whole person seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow, and quickly dried up like a balloon with a needle, and his expression was depressed and decadent.

Princess Wencheng next to her still had a smile on her dignified and delicate face, and she was not happy with things or sad with herself, and Ying Ying praised: "Today's Jixian Poetry Club is really not a hundred in the palace, and I finally saw what is called the article book Tiancheng, and I got it by chance." Guo Ye wrote dozens of poems today, which really have the same effect. Brother Wang gave the title of 'poetry monster', and the palace gave Guo Ye a nickname, hmm...... Guo Ye persuaded wine to write dozens of poems in a row, why don't you give you 'Guo persuasion'? ”

King Wei presented a strange masterpiece in the poetry world - poetry monster?

Princess Wencheng gave a gift to the elegant name - Guo Quanjiu?

Winning two royal titles in a row, what a privilege for scholars? This is not a self-appointed honorific title, it is tantamount to official recognition.

In less than one day, the two elegant names of the poet monster and Guo Quanjiu will spread together with Guo Ye's actions in the Wei Wangfu today, and even sweep through the entire Tang Shilin.

This is such a rare and commendable thing for Guo Ye, who enjoys a high reputation among the people, and it will definitely be of benefit to him in the future.

At least in the future, no one will dare to call him a straw bag without learning and skills.

Airplanes~

The whole garden was full of discussions again, and everyone's eyes invariably turned into envy, and they all reunited on Guo Ye.

The halo of glory was once again proudly blessed, and the appearance of international stars in later generations was not too much.

But as the party concerned, although Guo Ye is half drunk and half awake, his heart is as bright as a mirror, and his face is drunk but not drunk.

He had slowly walked out of the joy of stepping on Xiao Shen, although he was still sitting on the ground and holding the wine jar, but he was a little worried about the future.

He was a little annoyed by his impulsiveness, secretly annoyed that he was trying to be happy for a while, and he didn't grasp the scale in order to slap Xiao Shen in the face, but he was too profligate.

Why?

Just because today's fame has become a trend, what will happen if someone asks him to fight poetry in the future?

You must know that these poems of his are all plagiarized, and almost all the poems he is familiar with have been plagiarized by him, and there is not much left.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. He got the nickname of "Poetry Monster" given by Li Tai, the king of Wei, how many people are red-eyed?

In the future, as long as someone asks him to fight poetry and smash the field, how can he deal with the past?

"Damn," Guo Ye sat on the ground and hugged the wine jar, lowered his head and said to himself, "This time I am really carried away and carried away, this time I overconsume and over-plagiarize for the sake of prestige, which is tantamount to blocking my future retreat." In the future, if you encounter someone who smashes the field to fight poetry, what can you do? Dude remembers this, and the others are not impressed, grandma's, calves. ”

Secretly anxious, Guo Ye's back was dripping with cold sweat, and the breeze blew, gradually feeling a little chilly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, waking up the worried Guo Ye and startling everyone present.

Pregnant!

Guo Ye suddenly stood up from the ground holding the wine jar, and without doing anything, he lifted the wine jar high and smashed it on the ground, with a loud bang, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

Suddenly, I saw Guo Ye standing proudly like a dignified god of war, turning his head and looking angrily at the thunder in the sky, raising his hand and scolding angrily: "Thief God, could it be that you are jealous of my talent, and Tianwei can't be angry?" ”

Guo Ye is crazy?

This is everyone's first impression of Guo Ye's sudden angry scolding.

"Boom~"

God is very face-saving, after Guo Ye finished scolding, another muffled thunder was inoculated, and the dark clouds gradually rose, as if he was really angered by Guo Ye's disrespect for God.

Guo Ye pretended to change his face greatly, walked quickly to the desk where Chen Kang was, grabbed the wolf hair on the pen, held one end of each hand, raised it high, and continued to look up to the sky and shouted: "Thief God, in your eyes, mortals are like ants, how can I, Guo Ye, a mortal man, disrespect the sky?" Guo swears here, and then export it into a poem in the future, and if he is angry with Tianwei Tiandao, he will have such a pen, and there will be no return! ”

"Click!!"

With both hands, the wolf broke into two pieces, and was thrown to the ground by Guo Ye, and the whole person staggered as if he had collapsed, as if he was about to faint.

Seeing this, Chen Kang hurriedly stepped forward to support Guo Ye, and reminded him earnestly: "Brother Guo is cautious, how can mortals not respect heaven, how can they insult heaven?" There has been a proverb since ancient times, if you don't respect ghosts, you must respect geniuses! ”

Guo Ye secretly praised, it is really a brother who sent charcoal in the snow.

Then he pretended to be distressed, and choked up: "Brother Zhongkang, Guo will no longer be able to write poems in the future, and he will no longer be able to cook wine and discuss poetry with his brother." My heart aches! ”

"Brother Guo's talent, even God is jealous, but I want to be blessed!"

Chen Zhongda could only persuade him with good words, and he also felt sorry in his heart.

The eldest grandson next to him walked slowly, patted Guo Ye's shoulder, and sighed: "Guo Ye, how majestic is the way of heaven?" How can you be disrespectful? Even God is jealous of your poetic talent, you should feel honored and honored. ”

Obviously, the ancients' respect for heaven was unprecedented, otherwise the emperor would not have been compared to the Son of Heaven.

"And voila! The dark clouds have dispersed, huh? There is no thunder anymore!! ”

I don't know who in the garden crowd suddenly burst out into an exclamation, and everyone looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and there was no more muffled thunder.

Guo Ye glanced at it secretly, and was very lucky in his heart, thank God for giving face, it seems that there is no harm in watching more weather news before, luck, grandma's, it is really lucky, I finally escaped this catastrophe.

Rejoicing in his heart, Guo Ye peeked at the changes in Li Tai, the king of Wei, in the pavilion.

I saw that Li Tai also shook his head with an incredible face, and couldn't help but ask Princess Wencheng beside him: "Sister Huang, could it be that God was really jealous just now?" ”

No matter how Princess Wencheng is, she is a woman after all, and her respect for heaven and earth is stronger than that of King Wei and others, and then she nodded with palpitations and sighed: "This matter would rather be believed than not, Brother Wang." Otherwise, how could all dynasties have ceremonies to worship the heavens, sacrifice to the heavens, and pray for the blessings of all people? And what about Mount Tai Feng Zen? I heard that my father has recently come to Mount Tai and named the king of Mount Tai. ”

The father emperor in her mouth naturally refers to His Majesty Li Er, who accepted her as his righteous daughter.

Hearing Princess Wencheng say this, Li Tai couldn't help but nod his head. However, he still questioned a little reluctantly: "Could it be that Guo Ye can't write poems anymore because of these thunders?" Isn't that too mysterious? ”

"It's not mysterious at all," Princess Wencheng shook her head and said with a solemn face, "Back then, the sage Wang Xizhi was drunk on the side of the Lan Pavilion, and he splashed ink and wrote down such hand-me-down works as the "Orchid Pavilion Preface". But when he woke up, he wanted to write another article of the same good, but he failed repeatedly, and he didn't like it again and again. Compared with the book saint Wang Xizhi, Guo Ye has written dozens of excellent works in a row, and he has already stolen the sky. Brother Wang, people must not be dissatisfied, let alone disrespect heaven, what do you say? ”

"Uh......"

Li Tai was speechlessly refuted by Princess Wencheng, and secretly said in his heart, there is such a thing, but this is too mysterious and unbelievable.

couldn't help but have the idea of asking Guo Ye to compose another poem in his heart, and then stood up and looked at Guo Ye.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to order Guo Ye, he suddenly squeezed out a person from the crowd, and shouted with a hurried expression while staggering:

"Lord, lord, something is wrong, something is wrong in the house!"

Not?

Li Tai argued carefully, it was Gu Yixuan, the steward of the Fuwai Foreign Court, who was a dog slave.

Listening to Gu Yixuan's panicked shout, Li Tai's words about to open his mouth were stuck in his throat, and his attention was on Gu Yixuan for a while.

Li Tai scolded: "This king is holding a poetry meeting, what kind of system are you panicking to stir up?" What the hell is going on? ”

At the same time, Guo Ye, who was feigned to be drunk, was also awakened by Gu Yixuan's words, and said in his heart, could it be that Yu Wenqian and the others did it? , the home of reading! Unique URL: