Behind the screen, Xiaohuan with tears on his face heard Wu Jie's limerick poem, and wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, so his face turned red.

Tang Mi next to him smiled, then looked worried, and muttered: "This Wu Festival is too indecent." Maybe you are really not good at poetry, so why do you need to practice yourself? ”

Just as a few scholars were about to rush up and twist Wu Jie out, Wu Lun stopped them and arched his hand towards Master Tang: "Uncle Tang, since Brother Jie wants to write limerick poems, and for the sake of the little nephew's thin face, let him do it well." ”

"Yes, yes, let Wu Jie finish the words, let's see his peerless talent." The crowd immediately came to their senses. This Wu Lun is really narrow, and he thinks that Wu Jie is not ugly enough, and he continues to play tricks.

Wu Lun's son won the first place in the two poetry meetings of this time, and he became famous, and he had a vague trend of being the head of a young scholar in Shu. In the future, if you walk on the scene, you will inevitably have to deal with him more, and you should sell him a favor by carrying people in a sedan chair.

Besides, it's also an interesting thing to play tricks on Wu Jie, a big fool, so why not do it.

Master Tang didn't expect Wu Lun to intercede for Wu Jie, he was stunned, and said angrily: "Virtuous nephew, the old man always feels that the turbidity in this hall is overwhelming, and it turns out that such a bastard thing has mixed in." Even if he is allowed to write, it is just a few nonsense words of local proverbs, which stains my ears, what good words do you say for him? ”

Wu Lun couldn't hold back a smug smile: "Uncle Tang, since Wu Jie received an invitation from the Tang Mansion to participate in this poetry meeting, according to the rules, he can write the poems he wants to write." I can laugh at him for not writing well and scold him for not making sense, but I can't stop him from making his voice heard. You say, isn't that the truth? ”

Master Tang was still angry, but next to him, Wen Tongzhi suddenly said slowly: "That's true, Wu Lun is the middle of the word." ”

"yes, let him write it." There was another burst of laughter.

Since Master Wen had spoken, Master Tang was not easy to refute, so he snorted and sat on the chair, his chest rising and falling because of anger.

Looking at the smiling crowd, Wu Jie sneered but rose from his heart: laugh, carnival, let you see later, what is Song Ci and what is the pinnacle of Chinese classics.

He pretended to smile silly and arched his hand towards Master Tang: "Master Taishan, do you really want your son-in-law to write the lyrics?" ”

As soon as the sentence "Lord Taishan" came out, everyone was stunned, and Tang Mi behind the screen was also shocked and blushed, and couldn't help but let out an "ah".

"You ......" Old Man Tang's face turned the color of pig liver, and he waved his hand: "Write quickly, give me out when you're done!" ”

"Haha, you and others actually commented on Wu Lun's words as the first, according to Wu Jie's opinion, the words are outdated, if such a work can also take the first place and spread it, wouldn't it make people laugh at me and no one in Shu!" Wu Jie slowly straightened up, and his thin body suddenly became energetic. It's like a sword that has come out of its sheath, and it is no longer the same obscenity and cowardice as before.

picked up a cup of mellow Jiannan Burning Spring again, and drank it up with his throat up. With a wave of his long sleeves, he walked towards the window with his clothes fluttering, and as he walked, he groaned loudly:

"After the dream, the building is locked,

The curtain hangs low.

He hated it in the spring, but when it came......"

These three sentences, strictly speaking, are only one and a half sentences. Meaning, when I woke up, I saw that the door of the tall building was locked, the drunken mood subsided, but I saw the curtains hanging down, and the hatred he had aroused in the spring came back to haunt me.

The words and sentences are ordinary, and even a little bland, and Wu Jie reads slowly, everyone is impatient at the same time, and they don't think there is anything surprising.

However, there are still people who know the goods in their hearts, and I have to say that these three sentences are all right, and they also write the melancholy thoughts in the hazy spring night and wine thoughtfully, and pave the way to ten.

This is not something that a fool can do.

Although there was still a strange laugh in the hall, the laughter was clearly quieter.

Walking to the window, Wu Jie stopped, turned his head and looked deeply at the screen, but he didn't see Tang Mi.

Instead, the cloud looked up and handed him an encouraging smile.

Wu Jie was slightly disappointed, raised his voice, and continued to sing: "The reading power of the falling flower man, the micro swift double * flying." ”

At this point, the first half of "Linjiang Immortal" has been read.

The old man of the Tang family was angrily holding a wine glass and drinking stuffy wine, when he heard these two sentences, his hand trembled, and the wine dripped, only to feel that there was a cold wind blowing behind his neck, blowing the cold hairs to stand up.

The smile on Caiyun's face was gone, and his right hand on the pipa also trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but hook it spasmodically, and then pick it up, and there was a soft and melancholy music flowing in the hall.

With this sound of pipa, everyone seemed to see a pale white-clothed young man in the spring rain, looking at the flowers with his back hand, like a dreamlike rain curtain, swallows flying back and forth, like a passing year.

No one spoke, and the hall was so quiet that you could hear needles falling to the ground, except for the sound of music.

And the ridicule on everyone's faces was replaced by intoxication, and they couldn't help but sit upright.

……

"Falling flowers read power, micro swifts double * fly."

Behind the screen, Tang Mi read these two sentences in his heart several times, and there was crystal water in his eyes.

Just as he was about to immerse himself again in this heartbreaking, breathing-beautiful atmosphere, Wu Jie suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed the two flower windows open.

"Peng!" With a sound, the breeze filled the house, and the boundless moonlight instantly poured into the hall.

The milky moonlight seemed to come to life, and water flowed through the crowd, between the tables and chairs.

Waving his sleeves again, in the sound of the wind, Wu Jie looked like a dusty immortal in the clouds.

Only one gaze was hot and hot, still looking at the screen, as if to see through it.

"I remember the first time I saw Xiaofeng,

Two hearts of the word Luo Yi.

The lutea strings say lovesickness,

At that time, the bright moon was there,

He once returned to the clouds. ”

……

"I remember the first time I saw Xiaofeng, and the two hearts were Luo Yi."

Tang Mi looked down at the dark red shirt on his body, and tears finally dripped down uncontrollably, and he was swallowed by the moonlight in a blink of an eye: "Xiaofeng, isn't Xiaofeng me?" ”

"I vaguely remember when Xiao Feng and I met in the afternoon, and she was wearing a shirt embroidered with two heart letters. At this moment, someone plucked the pipa strings to tell the taste of homesickness, just like the moonlight at this time, as bright as jade, but she was like a colorful cloud drifting away, and there was no news. ”

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