As soon as Lu You spoke, the dust settled on the choice of the poet, and no one was unconvinced, even Su Ziyi was also convinced, without him, although his poems were not bad, and the artistic conception and words were all good, but compared with the poems of Mu to be asked, there was still a gap.

His poems are like a river of autumn water flowing eastward, seeing the autumn mood in the gentle stretch, just like the autumn breeze under the embellishment of the autumn moon, blowing up the red leaves of the mountains, although there is also a good artistic conception, but after all, it fell into the Hinayana .

And Mu Beiwen's poems are also like a river flowing eastward, but it turns abruptly, as if a mountain torrent suddenly rises in a gentle river, and a hundred-foot flood peak jumps up, wantonly pouring and sweeping the world.

The magnificence of the artistic conception is enough to make people's blood flutter.

In the Huihui Building, everyone looked at Mu with envy, with this great talent, he is the one who is the champion of the current department.

After all, he is just a young man with a crown, in the admiration and admiration of everyone, Mu Zhiwen's previous resentment by Li Fengwu was exhausted, at this time he was a little fluttering, quite arrogantly glanced around at many scholars, what is the heart to the pair, composing poetry is my scholarly style, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the value of the Weng, if there is a learning in the future, I will definitely communicate with you again with the poems, in order to achieve all the great deeds in the coming year." ”

Everyone congratulates him.

Mu Zhiwen was extraordinarily proud, quite proud of the spring breeze, and frequently returned the salute everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a spring thunder on the ground, and it was still in that corner, and it was still the pretty female voice: "Isn't that little official in white Mr. Lu You's tall feet, who amazed everyone with the pair before, but at this time he didn't even have a poem?" You are so good that Mr. Mu is invincible. ”

The room was silent.

Su Ziqi and the others were secretly annoyed, this little girl Wu Mosang was too rude, everyone looked carefully, but they couldn't help laughing, without him, the little girl was staring at the white-clothed scholar named Li Fengwu at this time.

Looking at that demeanor, and then thinking of the previous words, it is not difficult for everyone to think that Wu Mosang, a playful girl, and Li Fengwu should be old acquaintances, and they have had a narrow gap, and this girl obviously wants to see Li Fengwu make a fool of herself.

However, at this time, with Su Ziqi and Mu waiting to ask Zhuyu in front, even if this Jiankang Li Xiaoguan has poetry in his chest, he is afraid that he will not dare to take it out and laugh generously.

is amazing for the pair, it does not mean that the poem is amazing, it is difficult for the unknown white-clothed scholar to press the wood to be asked, and even Su Ziyi is difficult.

Wu Jingluo sighed, not having the heart to blame his daughter.

Lu You also sighed, he had the intention to let Li Fengwu and Mu ask Su Ziqian to compete, but after listening to the works of the two, he deeply felt that Li Fengwu, who had only read for a year, could not surpass it, so he wrote to Mu to ask the poem, this little girl made a fuss, and she was afraid that her student would be embarrassed.

Even with himself is embarrassed, but fortunately, Li Fengwu has shown his demeanor when he is right.

But I don't annoy the girl, the child's words are unscrupulous, who called Li Fengwu This kid provokes people everywhere, although the little girl is rude, but the words are sharp, obviously a person who reads poetry and books, otherwise he would not have taken Mu to ask too.

A sentence of victory is not martial, even if Li Fengwu refuses in every possible way, Namu will inevitably let Li Fengwu and a poem, otherwise it will be spread in the future, and he, the poet of Su Yuan Society, will be a little out of taste.

was hesitating about how to give Li Fengwu a step, but when he saw that Mu was already turning to Li Fengwu, he said with a smile: "Brother Li amazed us before, presumably there is a big ink pool in the chest and abdomen, and it will not be worse than a certain one, why not make a poem, but let the little lady die, you are not the blind cat, and you will listen to the masterpiece." ”

This is actually a bit sinister, first hold Li Fengwu to a high place, Li Fengwu made a poem, if it is not good, then the previous pair is just a blind cat touching a dead mouse, this is a real killing...... Mr. Lu You's tall feet are no different.

Mi Youren, who had been resting with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes and looked at Li Fengwu with a smile, "You just make a song, whether it's good or not, you won't think you've lost the face of the Shanyin Lu family." ”

This......

Lu You scolded secretly, this old fox who only knows calligraphy and painting, is still not convinced by Shanyin Lu's feelings, and his heart is full of competitiveness, is my student necessarily inferior to your student Su Ziyi?

Li Fengwu was in the limelight for the pair, and he didn't want to participate in the poem, and the teacher Lu You wrote to Mu to ask the poem, how could Li Fengwu refute the teacher's face.

At this time, everyone made a tiger for themselves under the leadership of Wu Mosang, and it was difficult for them to ride a tiger.

You are proud of the spring breeze, you want to be ashamed, you want to see me ugly?

Yes.

You Mi Youren is bent on winning and falling into the well, and you want to see the Lu family in Sanyin make a fool of yourself, why don't you Su Ziyi?

Okay, too.

You Wu Mosang also want me Li Fengwu to be deflated?

Still OK.

But......

Li Fengwu stood up, smoothed his shirt, his smile was intoxicating, and fell in the eyes of everyone, but he always felt that the smile of the white-clothed gentleman was a little weird, it seemed to be with a touch of pride, and a trace of ridicule?

"Since this is the case, I will present the ugly and the previous song, ask the teacher and Mi Gong to correct the axe, and ask Brother Su and Brother Mu for guidance."

Li Fengwu, who stood up, was smiling, and his facial features were extremely handsome, not as good as Su Ziyi's Fengshen Junyu, nor as tall and majestic as Mu to ask, but there was a pleasing coolness, especially the slight smile on the mean lips, which made the people in Huihui Building eager to sew it on.

Zhu Zhao'er and Yelu Maitreya have long been accustomed to seeing each other, and the only woman left is Wu Mosang, seeing Li Fengwu's posture of being able to point out the country and scolding Fang Xuan, he hated it more and more.

This petty official of the Li family is really hateful.

The more you laugh, the more hateful it gets!

Mu Zhiwen and Su Ziqi both think very highly of themselves, especially Mu Beiwen, thinking about getting back a city, at this time, they are proudly waiting to see Li Fengwu make a fool of themselves, waiting to see Lu Fangweng of the Lu clan in Shanyin make a fool of themselves.

Li Fengwu saw it in his eyes, and just sneered in his heart, Su Ziyi, who was not famous in the Southern Song Dynasty, where poetry was withering, and he didn't know where the confidence of this product came from, as for Mu Beiqing's poem, Li Fengwu laughed even more, because there were six sentences in that poem, and he happened to know.

The six-foot body of the contemptuous man is pitched and sighed...... The hot thing is on the road, and the happiness is gone...... The gun fell into the sky, and the column was chaotic.

These six sentences are from Mu to ask the work "After the Fire to Send the Interpretation of the Elder", why the sentences in this poem will appear in today's society, Li Fengwu does not need to guess to know, this Mu to ask the champion is only a temporary scenery, and then Jiang Lang will be exhausted.

Otherwise, there would be only a few poems to be handed down to future generations.

Li Fengwu waved his hand, this thing didn't know where to follow the painting fan, at this time gently fanned, the fan covered the heart, slowly swayed, the temples flew against the white clothes, it was really a fairy-like style.

A bookish and angry, full of paper style.

This gesture fell in the eyes of everyone, which is really envious of everyone, and the key is that this product is still very good-looking.

Zhu Zhao'er and Yelu Maitreya covered their mouths and smiled, this little official of the Li family is really a person who can be a good person.

With a cough, Li Fengwu stared at the teacher Lu You, and then chanted: "The wind sweeps the rivers and lakes and the rain dark village, and the sound of the four mountains makes the waves of the sea." The firewood in the stream is soft and warm, and I don't go out with the raccoon slaves. The zombie and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”