"Well, it's time to go back." Wu Jie asked: "It can be seen that Huang Zhou's has spoken, how is it?" ”

Moth shook his head and whispered beside him: "Master, it seems that Huang Zhou's life is not going well, and the concubine has not had a chance to talk to him, so she is full of anger." ”

Wu Jie: "It seems that I don't have a chance to ask her anything today." Well, go back, and come back when you have time. ”

Moth: "I don't want to come again, I left my cousin's address." ”

Wu Jie pointed to Zhu Mao next to him: "Moth, this is my classmate Zhu Mao." Brother Zhu, this is clumsy. ”

Moth: "I've seen Zhu Gongzi." ”

Zhu Mao saw that the moth was born white and beautiful, and he was an honest man. Suddenly blushed, and stood up at a loss: "I've seen my sister-in-law." ”

Actually, Wu Jie was not idle just now.

Chapter 393 Listening to Aunt Gu's piano with a wave of my hand for me is not the same level as Tang Xiaodian at all. One is a master, and the other is only better than a beginner. Listening to the annoyance, but others deliberately complimented Huang Dong, applauding again and again, this is a bit of a bit // The fastest text in the book fan building has no pop-up windows and no ads // laughs.

He was idle and bored, so he talked to Zhu Mao.

Zhu Mao stood up for himself just now, which made Wu Jie a little grateful. In addition, he also has a very good impression of this person, so he wants to understand his situation from the side and see if he can help this poor old classmate.

Wu Jie couldn't help but shake his head at this talk. This Zhu Mao is a typical little intellectual, he can't pick his shoulders, he can't carry his back, he is not diligent in his four bodies, he doesn't distinguish between grains, he doesn't know anything about the world and people, and he is pedantic in reading books.

Such a person, even if he has the heart to help, will not help much.

Well, it's really not good, after coming down, ask Wan Wenming or Lu Fatzi if he still needs a book or anything, and find a job for him.

was about to say goodbye and leave, at this time, someone shouted: Chapter 393 waved his hand for me, "Huang Dong, you let your concubine come out to play the piano, patronizing others to make poems, but you don't say a word, but you have a masterpiece, I am afraid that I will listen to it, so I can be in the limelight in the examination room?" No, no, you are only allowed to take advantage of us, but this is not the truth. You must also read out your poems, so that I can learn from them," .

"Yes, yes, no hiding is allowed!"

All the students were in a mess.

Huang Dong was waiting for this effect, and he also enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.

smiled slightly: "There is a head, because it is not done well, I am hesitating whether to take it out and offer ugliness." ”

"What nonsense, just read it." A scholar who knew him well shook his body with a wine glass.

"Okay, good, then I'll read it, if you don't do it well, don't laugh."

"Come on!"

The atmosphere has finally reached the most ** of this elegant gathering.

Huang Dong took a sip of wine, motioned to Aunt Gu to continue playing, and said loudly with the music: "Huā Yue is pitiful spring, Fang Qi reflects the jade people." Thinking about the confusion, the sorrow is sorrowful. The color song changes frequently, and the guest talks about it are new. At the end of the song, he still narrates himself, and his family background is in Jiangnan. ”

What is called bad, this is also called bad, so what is someone else's?

This Huang Dong can really pretend.

However, the poem is really well written, and it is already first-class.

The crowd had to admit it, and then shouted: "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Even Zhu Mao shook his head: "Yes, I wrote the spring sorrow of a resentful woman who kept an empty boudoir alone to the bones." Only one point, the verses are still too rigid and ingenious. is not as good as Wu Shizhen's skillful hands, and he can turn into trouble freely. This is also the difference between the Great Grandmaster and ordinary heat! ”

Wu Jie heard him praise himself, he couldn't stand it a little, and smiled: "Brother Zhu, let's go to the same class, I'll tell you the address, if you encounter difficulties, remember to come to me." ”

said the address, Zhu Mao nodded: "I know, I must go to Brother Wu to talk." Going...... I'll send you. ”

The three of them walked towards the door.

After Huang Dong finished reading the poem just now, he was praised by everyone and was intoxicated.

But when I saw someone leaving the scene halfway, I was angry in my heart. This situation is like some actors in later generations who are acting on stage, and they are devoting themselves to acting, but they see someone shouting for a refund and leaving.

It's just a blow to people!

Don't give face?

"The two of you are leaving, but do you think my poems and Aunt Gu's piano skills are unbearable?" Huang Dong shouted: "Wu fool, Zhu nerd, you are stupid, but you are all matched!" Neither of you is allowed to go today. Hmph, look down on people? Or make a song for you. ”

Zhu Mao's face turned pale with fright: "What does Brother Huang mean by this, the younger brother is not good at poetry, so he can't really do it." ”

Wu Jie sneered: "Hehe, I really haven't heard of forcing people to compose poems, is it possible that if we don't write a poem, you won't allow me to leave!" ”

He turned his head and took the moth: "Moth, let's go, don't pay attention to this stupid man." Strode towards the gate of the Huang family.

Huang Dong was also drunk, strode after him, and shouted: "Stop, stop!" ”

Wu Jie didn't look back, and laughed: "Huang Dong, what kind of poems you wrote, it's simply unbearable. And your little concubine, who is purely elastic huā. Don't you want to force me to compose poems, so to speak, when I went back to my hometown in Sichuan, I heard a high monk singing the piano on Mount Emei, and that was the sound of heaven. After I came back, I kept thinking about this master's piano skills, and wanted to compose a seven-character quatrain. There is a draft, but it has not yet been finalized. Since you want to force me, read it to you. ”

After speaking, there was a long roar: "The Shu monk hugged the green Qi and went west to the Emei Peak."

Wave your hand for me, like listening to ten thousand songs.

The guest heart washes the water, and the aftermath rings into the bell.

I don't feel that the blue mountains are twilight, and the autumn clouds are dark. ”

Oh, in the groan, the people have already gone outside.

Shocked, greatly shocked.

This poem, the atmosphere is slanderous, especially the first two sentences, it is simply a thunderstorm, like a pine wave, and the description is very imposing.

The other classmates also chased after him, and when they heard this poem, they froze at the same time.

This poem is so good, it is already the first-class in the world, but the realm of it is something that ordinary people can achieve.

Is this still something that a fool can write?

As soon as I went out, I saw a big black cart parked on the street, pulled by two pure white horses.

This car was much more magnificent than the one Huang Dong had borrowed earlier, and the wheels and corners of the carriage were trimmed with white copper, which glittered in the night light.

A chubby head stuck out of the car and shouted at Wu Jie: "Wu Jie, Wu Shizhen, you've been in Nanjing for two days, why didn't you come to meet me and look down on your brother?" ”

This person is dressed in a sixth-grade red official robe, and he is very fat, who is it not Lu Chang: "Don't come up yet, my master of the Hanlin Academy." If you don't come back, I'll fold the bullet and impeach you for putting on a shelf. ”

"Boom!" All of them exploded.

Bachelor of Hanlin Academy, Wu Jie Wu Shizhen, isn't this the main examination of Tianfu University?