The old lady asked people to bring pen and paper and write a big word on the paper.

The four poets also drew lots to complete the order, Qi Gaoqu was the first to compose poems, Du Shaokang drew the second, Zhen Guyue was the third, and Yue Kang was definitely the last.

In fact, in everyone's eyes, this time compared to Dou Yue Kang is only a bottom, few people are optimistic about him, although they know that Yue Kang is not an ordinary person in the performance just now, but even if it is not ordinary, it is impossible for them to believe that he can win the poetry of Hangzhou and the famous people of Jingzhou.

The third lady, Bai Miaodan, has a different idea from others, he has seen Yue Kang's power, and he can write two poems for her that shocked her sister and grandmother, she believes that Yue Kang still has the treasure of pressing the box.

Her deliberate little trick is not actually to make Yue Kang ugly, she still has a little expectation in her heart, expecting this brother-in-law who is becoming less and less annoying to win, from starting to write poems under her persecution, to making fine porcelain, to being able to give her the story of the constellation, and today's performance, she believes that her brother-in-law is omnipotent, and she has a little admiration for this in her heart.

The old lady revealed that the word she had written was the word "wine".

For the sake of fairness, each person prepared a pen and paper and wrote a poem at the same time after the old lady showed the words, and the time was set at the length of a song.

Qi Gaoqu is head formation, he took the fan, tapped it a few times in the palm of his hand, frowned lightly and looked thoughtful, and suddenly saw him slap the folding fan in his hand heavily, there is.

Pick up the pen, and there will be a dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

Then Du Shaocang and Zhen Guyue also wrote at the same time.

Yue Kang also remembered a poem in his mind and wrote it.

Du Shaocang was the first to finish, Qi Gaoqu was second, Zhen Guyue was finished, Yue Kang was still struggling to write, everyone waited for a long time and he was still writing, a song was about to stop, Yue Kang was still writing.

Finally the song is over, Yue Kang has also finished writing the last word, my mother's brush is really not easy to use.

No one else could see what the four of them wrote.

The four of them folded the papers together and handed them to the old lady, so that the last person in line would not have enough time to compose the poem, so that everyone would have written the poem and would recite the poem in order, so that it would be fair.

Finally, the poems chanted by the contestants are compared with what they wrote.

Qi Gaoqu closed his eyes slightly and said: "It's summer, the lady's birthday banquet is coming, and there are thousands of guests, enjoy the wine." After reading it, he still looked intoxicated.

There was a lot of applause on the table, the talent of Hangzhou is really extraordinary, he can make a poem in such a short time, and he also borrowed the theme of the birthday banquet, which can be said to be sensitive.

Yue Kang's sip of tea almost didn't squirt out of his mouth, this is also called a fucking poem?

"Brother Qi, it's really extraordinary, I wrote the poem so quickly, I admire and admire, Shao Cang just remembered one." Du Shaocang's movements were a little more subtle, so as not to shake his head, he tore open the paper fan with a sigh, and said: "The willow leaves are warm and fragrant with flowers, the drunken song is empty, the moon and stars are not returned, and the smiling and proud nectar wine is the strongest." ”

The guests applauded and shouted for Du Shaocang, Du Shaocang's poems were obviously a grade higher than Qi Gaoqu just now, and the wine was expressed in such a way that people couldn't help but drink a few more glasses, they all looked at Zhen Guyue with a gloating look, and dared to provoke our Hangzhou talents, and now our Hangzhou talents have made good poems, see what you use to overwhelm them.

The old lady also secretly appreciated Du Shaocang's talent, which was really unusual.

After Du Shaocang finished chanting the poem, his eyes couldn't help but look at Bai Miaoyun, he seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, waiting for the praise of his sweetheart, and it was a very exciting thing to be able to show his talent in front of his sweetheart.

Zhen Guyue disdains the genius of Hangzhou, but what kind of bad poems he made.

"Can you make it?" Bai Miaodan asked Yue Kang quietly.

"Make a fart!" Yue Kang also spoke to Bai Miaodan without a trace.

"Where did you get the poems before?"

"I told you I picked it up from the ground."

"Liar."

"Do you think someone as sincere as me would deceive people?"

"Then what did you just write for so long?"

"Written and played."

"Then what if you can't do it? Wouldn't it be a shame for a while? ”

"Cold salad, shame is shame! It's not that I haven't lost it, isn't that what you want to see? Hey, why do you care so much about me? ”

"I'm afraid that you will lose the Bai family."

"I'll rub it."

"Rub it! After wiping the sweat, you may be able to make it. ”

Yue Kang rolled his eyes for a while.

"That Jingzhou person, don't you want to fight poetry? It's up to you now, why don't you write poetry, aren't you afraid, hum and try to compete with our Hangzhou talents, I don't think I can do anything, I don't think you wrote anything just now. I don't know who shouted among the guests.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Recite poetry! If you really can't do it, don't admit defeat! You can't drink three bowls of wine, then I'll drink it for you! "Another humane.

provoked laughter, it seems that the people of Hangzhou are very unaccustomed to this outsider, no matter how much they are hearted, they are also towards Hangzhou, if Du Shaocang and Qi Gaoqu lose, then they will lose the face of Hangzhou.

Zhen Guyue seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be saying to everyone, "It seems that there is really no one in Hangzhou, and a famous genius actually makes such bad poems." Zhen Guyue looked regretful, and there was a bit of a lonely taste of the master.

Du Shaocang and Qi Gaoqu's faces turned red when they heard this, but the two of them still had a little bit of a city, and they didn't have an immediate attack but said: "Mr. Zhen, don't pretend to be extraordinary, it's not too late to make poems." The two of them made up their minds to pay attention to the meeting later, if Zhen Guyue was not as good as their poems, they would see how they said the sarcastic words just now and returned them.

The guests were also so angry that they wanted to eat Zhen Guyue one by one.

Guo Fuzao hurriedly pulled Zhen Guyue and whispered: "How can you say such a thing, it will cause public outrage." "There is no way to deal with this old friend Guo Fuzao.

Tong Meilan has always been a bystander, quiet, she is really dissatisfied with the poems made by Du Qi and the two, the poems are estimated to not even be middle-class, and she can't complain about Zhen Guyue's sarcasm, it is estimated that Hangzhou will be embarrassed this time.

"Poetry! Aren't you very powerful, let's listen to it and see if you are a fox or a fake tiger. ”

"I don't think he can do it at all, and he talks like that to cheer himself up.

The guests chattered, and what they had just said clearly angered them. If it weren't for the birthday banquet of Old Madam Bai today, it is estimated that someone would have taught this open-mouthed old man a lesson.

"Okay, I didn't want to do it to avoid embarrassing you in Hangzhou, but everyone insisted on letting the old man make it, so he had to be ugly." Zhen Guyue smiled lightly, with an attitude that I had won.

The hearts of the guests are in their throats, if he really makes better poems, Hangzhou will be embarrassed this time.

Zhen Guyue took a sip of tea and said slowly: "The wine is fragrant for three miles, the wind blows the willow flowers all over the store, and when you are drunk, you forget that you are in the cold, and you suspect that it is a wine hall in your dream." ”

After Zhen Guyue finished chanting the poem, no one in the audience spoke. Defeated Hangzhou, defeated, defeated without suspense, people's poems can be heard even if people who don't know much about poetry, better than Du Qi and the two of them are more than one realm, although no one wants to admit it, but this is a fact, you can't open your eyes and say that people's poems are rotten!

The guests were dejected, and Du Qi and the two sat on the chairs in a stupid manner, their cheeks were red, they finally saw that there were people outside the sky, and this time the folding fan was not a fan.

It seems that people have already decided that there is still one last poet, and in their hearts it is impossible for Yue Kang to bring back the victory for Hangzhou, and no one believes that he will. When he wrote poetry, Yue Kang was slow alone, and he was still struggling, so he must have written very badly.

The audience was very depressing.

Yue Kang stood up at this time and asked, "Do you still read my poems?" "Yue Kang's harmless appearance is very much like the honest and honest boy of the neighbor.