"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal" Yun Wanqing lightly opened her red lips, reading word by word, her delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were full of intoxication, this poem is wonderful in terms of artistic conception and rhyme, no matter who it is, after listening to it, you will be deeply attracted to it.

Yun Wanqing pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes like spring water were like a mirror, and she glanced at Zhu Ziming quietly, and murmured: "Where did this person learn his talent and poetry, it's really shocking." ”

Every time he says that he has a hippie smiling face, he looks like a disciple, but his talent is unmatched, what kind of person is he, Yun Wanqing can't see through him anymore.

The whole poetry will be as quiet as stagnant water, and at this moment, Fang Junyi's old face is slightly red, and his gaze has also changed when he looks at Zhu Ziming, this person will become a great weapon in the future!

"Good! Good! Good! Fang Junyi broke the tranquility, but he didn't know what words to use to describe this shocking ancient and modern poem, he just shouted three good words excitedly, and each of these good words weighed as much as a thousand catties, and he praised Zhu Ziming!

The rest of the academicians and referees nodded secretly, it's really not easy!

Zhu Ziming hugged his fists: "Thank you Lord Fang for your compliment." He didn't say anything more - it was time to keep a low profile

Everyone slowly came back to their senses, and looked at Zhu Ziming's gaze even more admired, this Zhu Gongzi is simply a dragon among people, he said that he should soar into the sky!

And the identity of this son-in-law is only temporary, everyone no longer dares to despise Zhu Ziming, and many people have started to think about wooing him

The ladies outside the venue are even more blushing, they are the young age of the first love, listening to this poem, they are shocked, and they are even more heart-wrenching, and they are more eager to be a pair of mandarin ducks than the fairy ladies in the sky, and their faces are even hotter.

Looking at Zhu Ziming's eyes, they were full of spring, although Zhu Ziming couldn't see it, he seemed to feel an uncomfortable feeling, as if he was the prey locked by the hunter

"Only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals" Shen Bixin said softly, two blushes rose on her cold face, and the whole person looked even more delicate, her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhu Ziming, and said softly: "Is that what he thinks?" ”

When the little maid Lan'er heard her uncle's poem, her excited little face flushed, and she said loudly: "Miss, my uncle is really amazing." ”

Shen Bixin's face was still slightly red, and she said angrily: "He is a person who loves to perform, let him show enough today."

"Miss Shen's words are not kind," Zhu Ziming turned around and said with a straight face: "I'm fighting for our Lingyun's reputation, how did I get it like I'm playing prestige, what am I trying to do with it, am I easy?" ”

"Poof" Lan'er laughed and trembled, and said in a low voice: "Miss, my uncle heard what we said." ”

You still need to say that Shen Bixin glared at the little girl, looking at this baby's righteous and indignant appearance, it was simply a living treasure, and said softly: "Are you still embarrassed?" “

The reverent gaze of everyone, even any noble gentleman must be a little fluttering, not to mention that Zhu Ziming is a layman, and his heart is scratching, and his future wife's words are undoubtedly to the point.

Even if you use the memory of your previous life to think about poetry, it's not easy, it's really a little embarrassing for yourself, Zhu Ziming was dumbfounded, and laughed dryly: "It's still your wife, you are wise." ”

Shen Bixin had never heard him call herself so affectionately, her pretty face brushed, she was red, she was a little hot, and she pretended to be straight and said: "Who is your wife, she has no face and no skin." ”

The title of wife is the meaning of the lady, and it has existed in the previous dynasty, but few people will use this to call their daughter-in-law, in Zhu Ziming's opinion, this title is much more affectionate, after all, it is common in his world.

Seeing the noisy uncle and young lady like a young couple, Lan'er covered her small mouth and hid aside and snickered, Miss is like this, even if she is shy in her heart, she has to pretend to be fierce.

"Little brother, pay attention to the occasion, the poetry meeting is not over yet," Chen Jinhu whispered.

Zhu Ziming was about to say something, but immediately stopped abruptly, he felt like he couldn't cry or laugh, who was in the way of saying a few words to his future wife? However, he knew in his heart that Chen Jin wanted him to concentrate on dealing with the poetry meeting and not be distracted.

Chen Jin and other old gentlemen are no longer surprised by Brother Zhu's play, they are all geeks who know Zhu Ziming, but under ecstasy, they hope that Zhu Ziming's next performance will be better, so Chen Jin persuaded him to deal with the poetry meeting wholeheartedly.

Within the scope of the genius in the capital, it is still deserted, Wei Dongcheng is even more angry that his butt is about to smoke, and he is defeated again, could it be that this kid is a victorious general?

Even if it is a victorious general, I will pull him off the horse, Wei Dongcheng knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and he could not defeat Zhu Ziming, who was said to be in the sky, glanced at the son beside him, and secretly made up his mind.

At this moment, Shangguan Feng's face was still calm, and he said unalarmedly: "Master Zhu, your literary talent is indeed extraordinary, I admire it!" ”

The sincere words of Shangguan Feng, the prince of the capital, let everyone know that the capital has fallen behind Lingyun City again, and Shangguan Feng's gentlemanly style has won the praise of countless people.

Mr. Hu of Wushuang City did not have the slightest discouragement, and said quickly: "It is really a great pleasure in life to be able to compete with Xiaoyou today, with your talent Xiaoyou, I am afraid that the younger generation of Yanguo can be compared!" ”

"Haha" Mr. Hu then laughed a few times, and the bold spirit infected everyone at once, and everyone also laughed a few times, Mr. Hu is worthy of being an old literati, and he doesn't care about winning or losing.

Zhu Ziming was slightly embarrassed, he always bragged about his own cow, when did others blow the cowhide on himself, after a while, Zhu Ziming smiled and said: "Mr. Hu is too much to lift me, I just happened to make two good poems." ”

Fortunately, the younger generation is unmatched, and if it is all over the world, then it will be okay

Mr. Hu smiled: "Little friend, you don't have to be humble, just look at these two poems, you can know your amazing talent!" ”

When it came to this, Zhu Ziming said anything, he was pretending, and he could only pretend to be stupid and laugh a few times.

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ps: Some book friends say that the use of poetry is not very good, and the old blood is written by feeling, and it feels okay, right?