Xu Hui's intention to change the topic was very obvious, the situation on the deck became extremely embarrassing because of Gu Zhiming's self-inflicted humiliation, and as soon as he said this, he obviously didn't want the scene to continue to be embarrassing.

Yun Zhuo also smiled and said: "General Du is far away in Chang'an, how his strategy has nothing to do with our poetry club, why bother distracting about his affairs!" Look at ......" he pointed to the sunset on the horizon and said: "What a beautiful sunset, if we are sad about General Du's affairs again, we may miss this opportunity." ”

Everyone knows that Du He and Wu Meiniang are correct, but Gu Zhiming is the queen of the Gu family in Jiangnan after all, and he is a member of their poetry club, so it is not good to stand on the side of Du He and Wu Meiniang, and they have diverged the topic.

"In that case, I'll start here!" Gu Zhiming lost face because of Du He and Wu Meiniang, and was eager to regain face, as soon as Yun Zhuo's voice fell, he immediately wanted to take the lead.

At this moment, no one robbed him, and he did whatever he wanted.

Gu Zhiming was angry, shook off the folding fan, walked back and forth, walked two laps of the fan, and smiled: "There is!" As he spoke, he recited a five-word poem he had composed.

The early Tang Dynasty was an era of integrating ancient and modern theories, and the style of writing was very prosperous.

Gu Zhiming is narrow-minded, but in order to pursue Xu Hui, the first talented woman, he has also put a certain amount of effort into composing poetry, and a five-character poem is also decent.

After all, it was the Tang Dynasty that mainly used poetry, and most people made all kinds of different ancient poems according to the situation, each with its own strengths and weaknesses, but there are not many famous sayings and sentences that are really worth circulating.

Even Wu Meiniang couldn't help but make a lyrical poem, and Yun Zhuo followed closely with a beautiful poem.

Wu Meiniang's little fu is beautiful and natural, and her feelings are intense, substituting the dusk into personal emotions, which makes people feel sad.

Yun Zhuo has literary brilliance, the pun is a kind of style that prevailed in the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties to replace the Han Fu, its main feature is to four or six sentences based, pay attention to the battle, because the sentence pattern is opposite to each other, as if two horses go hand in hand, so it is called the pun body. It is a prose that focuses on the brightness of the meaning and is not constrained by the words and rhythm.

Yun Zhuo's beautiful essay depicts the scenery of dusk vividly and vividly, and it immediately overwhelms the crowd.

Du He also glanced at Yun Zhuo with some surprise, and he didn't expect that this guy's cultivation was really good.

Others were also amazed.

Xu Hui's eyes also showed a hint of brilliance, and praised: "Yun Gongzi's prose is really beautiful, my little sister has a poem here, and I hope that Gongzi will give her advice!" As she spoke, she also recited a song that was appropriate for the occasion.

Her skills are above Yun Zhuo, but this time Yun Zhuo played extraordinarily, and the two unexpectedly tied each other, on par.

Yun Zhuo's prose is beautiful, and Xu Hui's poetry is also unique.

The people on the deck offered their ugliness one by one, except for Duhe.

At this time, a young man came out and said: "I saw Brother Du's sharp words before, and I know that Brother Du is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, why don't you join us and others, let us see?" ”

Du He hurriedly postponed and said, "The Chinese ink in the lower belly is really limited, so don't be ugly!" ”

Wu Meiniang couldn't help but show a disappointed expression when she heard this.

However, Xu Hui next to him did not let him go like this, the woman's intuition has always been very accurate, she had no intention of making Du He ugly, and always felt that from Du He's refutation of Gu Zhiming's words, she felt that he had some private secrets, not the kind of headless and brainless reckless man.

Others remembered that before the poetry meeting began, Xu Hui and Wu Meiniang gave him three glasses of wine, all of them looked at Du He with flaws, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Yun Zhuo is even more so, this was originally one of his plans, only by letting Wu Meiniang see the gap between them can he completely tie up that stirring heart.

Gu Zhiming was overjoyed when he saw Du He so prevaricating, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's not difficult to chant poetry, just adapt to the situation?" Brother Du won't be able to do even simple things, right? Or have you never learned to compose poetry at all, or because you practice martial arts, you don't know a few words? ”

In ancient times, there were countless illiterate people, and it was not a shame. But among their people, if they can't even read, it is enough to be despised.

Under Yun Zhuo's introduction, Du He knew that most of the members of this Luming Poetry Society were children of families in Jiangnan, and mixing in it was the first step to investigate the major families. It was like taking advantage of this opportunity to convince everyone, but now seeing Gu Zhiming so provocative, he smiled and stepped forward and said: "Since this is the case, then Du Mou will be ugly!" ”

He took the road and was about to speak, but when he saw that the sunset had dissipated, and there was a small bright moon hanging in the sky, he was stunned, and said with a slight smile: "It seems that this sunset is destined to have no chance with me, so I will use this early moon to compose a poem!" ”

After thinking about it, he remembered that Li Bai's "First Moon" was just in line with the current situation, and read: "When the jade toad leaves the sea, the white dew is wet." The wind on the cloud side gives birth to claws, and the sand head is soaked in water. Happy string pipes, sorrowful and fighting. Because of the appreciation of the West Garden, a poem in the wind. ”

Silence again!

Du He looked around and couldn't help but smile bitterly, this poet's poem is really not covered, even if it is not very famous, it is enough to overwhelm the crowd! Wu Meiniang was fascinated, Xu Hui was also a phoenix with a flash, Gu Zhiming was in disbelief, his eyes were full of jealousy, and Yun Zhuo's attitude was quite intriguing, as for a little appreciation, there seemed to be a little appreciation and some vigilance.

Others could not have imagined that Du He had such a level of poetry composition, and they were speechless.

After a long while, Xu Hui glanced at Du He deeply, and said with some loss: "I didn't expect that Du Gongzi was good at poetry, and he didn't know anything about writing and ink, but I was a little happy and generous." She is respected as the first talented woman in Jiangnan, and she is usually complacent, but today she has hit twice in a row.

Let Du He blow it, after all, Du He has been famous for a long time, and now Du Xiang, a martial artist, has made poems above her, which makes her a little stimulated, and she said: "This world is so big, there are countless talents, I really can't be proud of it, satisfied!" ”

Du He smiled modestly: "Master Zai Xia is a strange person who is both civil and military, and while teaching me to practice martial arts, he also does not relax my cultural literacy, so I have studied for a while." ”

“……”

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.

The people present are not well-educated since childhood, and they have worked hard for ten years to study this area!

But Du He has studied for a while, but he can compare to their hard work for more than ten years, and the gap has gone away.

Xu Huimei's eyes unabashedly revealed her appreciation for Du He.

Wu Meiniang's eyes were even more obsessed.

(To be continued)