Sun Yintu glanced at Wei Qiao, his afterglow stayed on Wu Qingning for a while, he took a secret breath, calmed his face, turned around, and looked at Mochou Lake not far away with a solemn expression.

When several people saw him, they all looked at him. Obviously, he knew that this was a harbinger of poetry.

Zhou Ming made a gesture to a subordinate not far away, and the subordinate quickly walked over with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The breeze is coming, the willow by the lake is flying, the birds and swallows are making branches, the lake is rippling, and the waves are rippling. As the sun gradually rose, the hazy mist gently cut away, and the faintly melancholy lake was like a little woman with light makeup and resentment, lying on the bow of the boat, her face full of contemplation.

Several people waited very patiently, Sun Yintu was the first talent in Suzhou, and there was naturally no doubt about his talent. But now he is facing the same number one talent in the two places, and the poems he makes will naturally not be dealt with casually.

"The three dynasties are old and romantic, and Yang Liuchun is lazy to go upstairs.

The birds on the branches are full of silver hooks, and the leaning railing is not full of sorrow.

The lake is clear and traceless, and it opens to the temperature of hibiscus.

The bottom of the leaf is lived by his mandarin ducks, and the Hunan curtain does not roll up to sit at dusk.

Who wrote Mochou for the Lu family? A frown of affection frowed.

That can be ten years of Chongzhou dream, pounding the moon anvil and shocking autumn. ”

After a long time, a seven-word poem of supporting things and aspirations slowly came from Sun Yintu's mouth.

Jinling is the former capital of the three dynasties, when the emperor swept away the rebels in the world, and went back and forth in Chongzhou for ten years, I don't know how many Jinling men were taken away, but few people turned back.

After listening to it, Zhou Ming applauded loudly, "Okay, Brother Sun is worthy of being the first genius in Suzhou, this poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, the words are fresh and elegant, and the words are substantial, but it is a masterpiece!" After speaking, he wrote the poem by himself.

Yang Li also nodded, Sun Yintu is indeed worthy of his name. This poem is clear with the scenery, the scene is brilliant, and it is integrated, and the sad thoughts are reverberated and leaping on the paper.

Sun Yintu turned around slowly, smiled faintly at Zhou Ming, and turned his gaze to Wu Qingning again. It's a pity that Wu Qingning's pretty face is cold, and she has been sitting there quietly, like a lotus flower, fresh and clean. She was not impatient, not bored, she sat quietly by Weiqiao, except for occasionally glancing at Mochou Lake towards the way she came, she was listening quietly the rest of the time, and she did not have any reaction to Sun Yintu's poems. If it weren't for the big living person sitting here, several people would have been able to ignore her.

Sun Yintu was a little unwilling in his heart, turned to Wei Qiao, and said: "Brother Wei is the first genius in Jinling, I don't know if you have any comments on my poem?" ”

When Zhou Ming Yang Li heard this, his eyes immediately turned to Wei Qiao. They all knew in their hearts that this poem was written by Sun Yintu, and only he knew the conceptual metaphors in it, and once Wei Qiao finished commenting later, Sun Yintu would inevitably refute it and give Wei Qiao a dismissal.

This kind of trick has long been commonplace for them.

Wei Qiao looked at Sun Yintu, shook his head and said with a smile: "The article is natural, and the clever hand is even good, although I occasionally wrote a few poems, but in fact, I am not very proficient in poetry." ”

His words are the truth, although he has read a lot of books these words, but even if he adds his previous skills, he can only be regarded as half a talent, and he really has to learn more than the real talent, he estimates that even Li Xiluan can't win, after all, she has been cultivated and accumulated for many years, and she is completely incomparable with an upstart like him.

Zhou Ming suddenly laughed and said: "Why should Brother Wei be modest, if Brother Wei is not good at writing poetry, then the Jinling talents like Zhou Mou, wouldn't they be ashamed and indignant, thank the world with death, haha......"

The corners of Yang Li's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Wei Qiao with a cold disdain. Although several poems from Wei Qiao can be called classics, the literati are light, and Yang Li is conceited that his poems are no worse than Wei Qiao, but they lack opportunities and are not appreciated. Coupled with the 'humiliation' just now, he has a grudge against Wei Qiao.

Yang Li's eyes swept over Sun Yintu, who was already a little ugly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said with a smile, "Brother Wei doesn't think Brother Sun's poems are unbearable and lazy to comment, right?" ”

When Sun Yintu heard this, his expression suddenly became cold, and he looked at Wei Qiao with a frown. Even though he knew that Yang Li was deliberately adding fuel to the fire and sowing discord, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, especially in front of Wu Qingning.

Wei Qiao glanced at Yang Li and said with a smile: "It turns out that Brother Yang thinks so. ”

"You ......" Yang Li's smile froze, and then he stared at Wei Qiao and snorted coldly, and said: "Brother Sun's poem is elegant and lingering, it is a rare masterpiece, if Brother Wei feels that it is not in his ears, he will not comment on it." ”

Sun Yintu suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, stared at Wei Qiao with a cold expression, and said, "Brother Wei, do you really think that Sun's words are unbearable?" ”

Wei Qiao glanced at Zhou Ming, who was silent, and Yang Li, who was sneering, smiled faintly and said, "I can't get enough of it." ”

Sun Yintu frowned and said, "It's still unfinished, what do you mean?" ”

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Wei, do you want to write two more sentences?" ”

Yang Li raised his eyebrows, staring at Wei Qiao with strange eyes. Those who are familiar with poetry understand that it is extremely difficult to continue a poem, not only to understand the artistic conception of the poem, but also to connect with the author's state of mind, and the various romance metaphors in the poem are generally extremely obscure and difficult to grasp. Therefore, ordinary people will not continue to write poems at all. It's a thankless task, and if something goes wrong, it can cost you a lot of reputation.

Sun Yintu also had a flash of surprise in his eyes, he really wanted to use the comments to give Wei Qiao a dismount, but he didn't expect him to dare to continue the poem for him!? But then he sneered in his heart, this poem is a metaphor for his fantasy of Wu Qingning, in order to avoid revealing the stuffing, he deliberately modified a few words, so that the artistic conception of the whole poem has changed greatly, and if he wants to continue the poem, it is simply looking for death!

Wei Qiao glanced at a few people, stood up, took the brush, took a deep breath, and the brush fell hard.

Several people immediately stood up and stood beside Wei Qiao, staring at Wei Qiao's pen.

When Wei Qiao wrote a few words, the eyes of the three of them lit up, no matter how Wei Qiao's poetry was, this hand was much stronger than those present. Although it is still not enough to show that the pen is not enough, after a long time, it is not a problem to start a sect.

"The three dynasties are old and romantic, and Yang Liuchun is lazy to go upstairs. The longing husband has not returned, and the birds on the branches are full of silver hooks. The lake is clear and traceless, and it opens to the temperature of hibiscus. The bottom of the leaf is lived by his mandarin ducks, and the Hunan curtain does not roll up to sit at dusk. Who wrote Mochou for the Lu family? A frown of affection frowed. That can be ten years of Chongzhou dream, pounding the moon anvil and shocking autumn. The sails come and go to Chu River wide, and it is said that people are vulnerable to disability. The concubine is not different, and the monarch's body is as safe as a bamboo? ”

Wei Qiao finished writing in one go, slowly put down the pen, looked at Sun Yintu with a light smile, and said: "Brother Sun wrote a secret, I really can't fully describe the feelings in my heart, I am reckless, so I will continue to write a poem for Brother Sun." ”

The three of them stared at Wei Qiao's newly written poem, and quietly glanced at each other, and their eyes flashed with surprise.

Borrowing the artistic conception of Sun Yintu, Wei Qiao turned into another poem in one breath, and the artistic conception is more appropriate and beautiful than Sun Yintu's.

Zhou Ming took the lead in sitting back, looked at Wei Qiao and said with an admiring smile on his face, "Brother Wei is worthy of being my first talent in Jinling." This poetic conception is perfect, melancholy unforgettable, and it is really unsatisfying and endless. ”

When Sun Yintu heard this, his brows furrowed, his face sank, he was not convinced, and the anger in his stomach rose. I wanted to use Wei Qiao's comments to give him a dismissal, but I didn't expect to be turned into another song by him through the artistic conception, and both the artistic conception and the text were better than him.

This is a solid and solid to give him a dismount!

Sun Yintu's expression was ugly, his face twitched slightly, although the anger in his heart surged, his face still looked calm, and he said lightly: "Brother Wei's talent is amazing, I admire it." ”

Before Sun Yintu finished speaking, he saw Wu Qingning stand up gently, gently fold the poem written by Wei Qiao just now, and then sat down next to Wei Qiao as if no one was around. From the time she got off the carriage to the present, except for nodding to Zhou Ming, she didn't see anyone else.

Wei Qiao looked at her strangely and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Qingning's voice was as crisp and moving as the first cry of a yellow bird, and he looked at him and said, "Someone is pretending to be you." ”

Wei Qiao was stunned for a moment, nodded with a smile, he understood what Wu Qingning meant, she was worried that someone would use this poem to impersonate him.

Sun Yintu's originally suppressed anger rose again, the first time he saw Wu Qingning, he felt that Wu Qingning was the person he had been looking for, and now looking at her and Wei Qiao, you and me, the affection was lingering, and suddenly his eyes were cold, his teeth were clenched, his brows were twisted, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

Wei Qiao looked at Zhou Ming and said, "Brother Zhou, are there any other arrangements today?" ”

He came because he thought what was going to happen today. But if it's just a poetry fight with others, he'd rather go home and play chess with two little girls and brag.

Zhou Ming smiled and said, "Brother Wei, don't ......"

"Brother Wei, let's compete again!" Before Zhou Ming could finish speaking, Sun Yintu suddenly interrupted him. He frowned, his eyes staring at Wei Qiao coldly.

Wei Qiao shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm really not good at writing poetry. ”

If Xiangling was here, she would definitely cover her mouth and snicker. Others don't know, but she knows that Wei Qiao often says this, but there is no time that she is not good at. According to the words she whispered, "The young master is so thick-skinned. ’

Although Sun Yintu didn't know how many times Wei Qiao said this sentence, he didn't believe that Wei Qiao was not good at writing poetry based on the poem just now.

The disgraced face just now, coupled with Wu Qingning's ignorance of him, the anger in Sun Yintu's heart rose slowly, gritted his teeth and snorted coldly in his heart, regardless of his refusal, and said directly: "Brother Wei, how about we take Mochou Lake as the topic?" ”

When Zhou Ming saw it, he hurriedly said: "Brother Sun, let's only talk about Fengyue today, not poetry, so as not to hurt the harmony." ”

Yang Li also hurriedly said: "Yes, Brother Sun, the scenery is just right now, don't be in a bad mood because of a little thing." ”

Both of them seem to be persuading, but they are actually fanning the flames. Zhou Ming's meaning was to implicitly say that he was not as good as Wei Qiao, and he was afraid that he would lose and be angry. And Yang Li's little thing was that he couldn't get off the horse just now, but was taken away by others. Sun Yintu was already angry, but now when he heard it, he was even more annoyed and angry, and the remaining reason was instantly gone.

(To be continued)