"The young master is mighty, the young master's poem has caused a greater reaction than the first genius in Jinling, is the young master actually the first genius in Jiangnan?" Shen Nan was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and cheered loudly.

Jinling's first genius, Wang Jinze's face changed unpredictably, and the smugness that could not be concealed before was only stunned and embarrassed.

Ji Qiongxi came back to her senses, and glanced at Shen Nan who was pretending to shake her head angrily, without thinking about it, she knew that it must be Brother Shen's masterpiece, so much so that she almost believed it.

The peach blossom and peach butterfly are dancing around Luo Yongxiao, and with Luo Yongxiao's own 'stunning color', it is simply a beautiful man who can be hung on the wall.

"He... Is he really Luo Yongxiao? ”

"Such a good sentence actually came from his mouth?"

"It can't be borrowed from poetry and stolen poetry, right?"

A group of talented people are all slandered, their original family background, and their appearance can only complain about the sky, but even the only talent that makes them superior has been suppressed, and it is difficult to accept it for a while.

After Mr. Zhuge was surprised, he glanced at Ji Qiongxi and Shen Nan thoughtfully, she was extremely confident in her eyesight judgment, she knew very well that Luo Yongxiao's talent level in the past few months was by no means pretending, of course, it was not ruled out that he suddenly opened his mind, this kind of thing has not happened in Datang.

Little Eight: How long do I have to stand still, and I feel a little weak to be watched by so many people. Luo Yongxiao closed his eyes in the background of the butterfly flower dance with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, really coquettish, don't want it.

Almost, young master. Shen Nan endured the sound of Jun. The reason why he closed his eyes was just that he was afraid that the pig's eyes would be directly seen by others, and he didn't have this concern after pretending to be forced.

"Ahem! Please Mr. Zhuge appreciate! Luo Yongxiao arched his hand with a proud face raised and pride, and his original form was revealed in an instant.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Mr. Zhuge muttered again, rarely showing a look of admiration. The depth of the artistic conception and philosophy of this poem is far from being comparable to ordinary verses.

Life must be happy, this seems to be to promote the idea of timely happiness and Luo Gongzi's attitude towards life is very similar, life is proud, there is no regret, and the pleasure can not be without wine into the topic, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon poem did not directly write the things in the cup, and use the image language of "gold bottle" and "to the moon", not particularly vivid, but also the drinking poetic, not directly written should be drunk carnival, and with the "do not make" and "empty" double negative sentence instead of direct statement, the tone is more emphasized.

I was born to be useful, and this sentence is an amazing sentence. "Useful" and "must", very confident, it is like a human value declaration, I didn't expect Luo Gongzi to have such a mentality, connecting the previous sentence of indulging in wine and singing and having fun seems to be a somewhat negative phenomenon, revealing a kind of positive essence hidden deep in it and eager to enter the WTO.

The same thousand gold is scattered and comes back, this sentence is another amazing sentence with a high degree of self-confidence, can drive money without being made by money, drink and sing, and break the money What is it, as long as the heart is happy, the money can still be earned.

It's just that this verse should be incomplete, if it is completed, it will become Mingzhou, and even Zhenguo may be. To have such an evaluation shows that Mr. Zhuge attaches great importance to this poem.

"What? Zhenguo? The students were shocked, and even the young gentleman's face changed.

"Narushu? Zhenguo? What the hell? Shen Nan asked Ji Qiongxi suspiciously.

"This is the Confucian hierarchy of poetry and songs, in Longcheng Longtang Academy and Shengdao Immortal Mountain, there is a piece of Wenqu Xingshi handed down by Lord Longzu, the talent contained in poetry and poetry is judged by Wenqu Xingshi, from low to high respectively, 'out of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, spread the world.'" Ji Qiongxi speechlessly popularized the basic knowledge of Datang to Shen Nan that even six-year-old children know. Brother Shen, tell me honestly, have you ever attended a private school? ”

"I went to elementary school, I went to junior high school, then I went to the army, and I retired and went to college."

“.. I just didn't go to a private school. Ji Qiongxi sighed helplessly. I don't know how you come up with these good verses. ”

"Good sentences are made by nature, and they are won by chance, when you meet a genius and smart person like me, Qiongxi, do you have a feeling, and make a song 'Nian Langjun' under the peach blossoms in this ten miles!"

"It's almost the same as being a 'bad slave.'"

"Tsundere!"

“？”

"I don't believe that you Luo Yongxiao's straw bag can make a good sentence compared to Brother Jinze." The eldest lady of the Han family jumped out, and her mean lips spit out even more mean words. "It's true to say that he must be happy in life, but it is completely nonsense that I am born to be useful, how can he have such confidence, where did this poem come from."

Luo Yongxiao's heart shook slightly, but the next moment he was bold and said angrily. "You don't want to spew blood, you say I stole poetry, then who do you say I stole from? Mr. Zhuge is so knowledgeable and well-known in the world, and he didn't say that I stole poetry. Do you doubt that Mr. Zhuge can't even compare to you? Saying that I don't have self-confidence, I am so confident that even I am afraid of myself. ”

The tone of this speech... Ji Qiongxi didn't have to think about it, it must have been Shen Nan who was supporting her behind her back, and Luo Yongxiao completely copied it.

"You..!" Miss Han didn't expect that Luo Yongxiao, who had always been 'a little suffer', suddenly became so sharp-toothed, and her face changed and she hurriedly explained like Mr. Zhuge . "Sir, I have no doubt that you mean, he..."

"That's it!" Mr. Zhuge is like a mirror. "We are here to enjoy the flowers and write poems, not to quarrel meaninglessly. Wang Gongzi and Luo Gongzi have already made poems, do the other students have good sentences? ”

All the talented sons and talented women looked at each other, and the top jade attracted by the first talent in Jinling made them have no courage to come up with their own works.

"Ask Yu what he means to live in Bishan,

Laugh and don't answer.

The peach blossoms are gone,

There is no heaven and earth. ”

Ji Qiongxi straightened her spine and walked out of the crowd, others cared about that, she didn't care, and sang her own poems leisurely.

The words fell, and the peach blossoms and peach butterflies flew again, although the scene was not as good as Luo Yongxiao, but it was no worse than Wang Jinze.

"Miss is amazing, you are the first talented woman in Jiangnan!" Shen Nan clapped his hands loudly and exclaimed in heartfelt admiration.

Ji Qiongxi ignored him and continued to chant after that. "Borrowing poems –

Shallow waves shine in the wild, and the sky is faintly hidden.

The obstacle mud has not solved the jade arrogance, and I want to get drunk and sleep in the grass.

It's a pity that a stream of wind and moon, Mojiao trampled on Qiong Yao.

Untie the saddle and pillow the green Yang Bridge, Du Yu said a spring dawn. ”

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly shook open, and the peach blossoms and butterflies in hundreds of square circles soared into the sky, or formed a bright moon, or turned into Qiong Yao, which was poetic and picturesque and beautiful and shocking in the hundreds of meters.

"It's... It's .."