Although Zhou Yu, the star of the Battle of Chibi, was on the side, everyone still worshiped Liu Xianzhu and Prime Minister Zhuge first.

is not only to worship the generous hero Liu Xianzhu, but also to worship the first person of the three generations, Zhuge Kongming.

Many people's hearts have begun to brew, and then how to express their reverence for the prime minister in literary language.

At this moment, an old man came over with a one-man tall flower basket.

Seeing this, several young people in the crowd hurriedly stepped forward to help and helped carry the flower basket over.

Zhu Suiliang said with a smile: "Uncle, did you come alone, why are you still holding such a big flower basket?" ”

"Hehe, thank you." The old man looked at the young man who was helping with a smile, "Are you all from the Literary Association?" ”

"Yes, those are Mr. Lisu of the Literary Association, Mr. Han and Mr. Zhu." The other pointed with a smile.

Han Feifei smiled and said, "The old gentleman is so old, why don't you let your children come with you?" ”

"A few of you have misunderstood, I am here to sell wreaths and incense candles." The old man pointed to a small room not far away.

"Oh, what are you?" Han Feifei was slightly stunned, could it be that someone ordered the wreath?

"Yesterday, a few girls bought two flower baskets from me, who knew that it would snow again, I thought, wouldn't it be a pity to let the snow break, so I moved back, and today the snow stopped, and I moved out again." The old man said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the flower basket would also be damaged by the snow?

But seeing that the other party had already gone back to move the second flower basket, Zhu Dengshan hurriedly said: "Sui Liang, go and help this old gentleman move out." ”

Zhu Suiliang promised, accompanied by another man and a woman.

"Is this thing that brittle?" Someone walked up with a smile, touched his hand, and suddenly screamed, "There is a poem on it!" ”

"Oh?" Han Feifei and Zhu Dengshan walked over, and there was a piece of paper in the flower basket, on which was a poem written in small letters. It turned out that the old man was afraid that the snow would damage the poem on it.

"Zhu wanted to mourn Zhuge Wuhou, but he didn't expect to be one step late." Zhu Dengshan said with a smile.

"Zhuge is famous in the universe...... Oh, what a momentum! Han Feifei just read the first sentence and laughed.

But it didn't take long for the smiles on the faces of the two to slowly retract.

"What's wrong?" Su Zhongjun stepped forward.

"Lao Su, come and see for yourself." Zhu Dengshan wanted to take out the piece of paper, but he didn't seem to be very polite to the owner of the poem, so he gave up such an idea.

"I'll take a look......" Su Zhongjun also came over, and then his face was stunned.

Zhuge is famous in the universe, and the remains of the ministers are clear.

The three divisions are planned, and the clouds are a feather in the sky.

The boy saw Yilu between them, and the commander Ruo Ding lost Xiao Cao.

It is difficult to recover from the transfer of Hanzuo, and he is determined to annihilate the army.

……

"It's written, it's really good......" After reading it, Su Zhongjun waved his sleeves and left, sighing softly.

He often praises the juniors in the Literary Association, but those are the encouragement of the elders to the younger generations, just like yesterday's encouragement to Gui Rongrong. If it is the older generation at the same level, he rarely says this sentence, because saying this sentence means admitting defeat and admitting that the other party is pressing him in this regard.

He felt that he might not be able to write such a poem, but at least it should have been carved and scrutinized repeatedly, not improvised here. In that case, why bother to be bored, it can be regarded as the idea of writing a poem to mourn Wuhou.

And if you write words, I'm afraid it can't compare to the Linjiang Immortal of Chu Liumeng yesterday.

At this time, Zhu Suiliang and others carried another flower basket and walked straight to the statue of Zhou Yu, Su Zhongjun thought that since these two flower baskets were from the same group of people, there must be poems on the other one.

I don't believe it, could it be that you are really a Wenqu star, every one of them is so wonderful?

Su Zhongjun stepped forward, the same handwriting, but there are only four sentences here, which looks like a poem of seven ancient poems.

The two dragons fought to decide the male and female, and the Chibi building ship swept the ground.

The fire Zhang Tianzhao is a sea of clouds, and Zhou Lang breaks Cao Gong here.

This poem seems to be three points stronger than the previous one.

Su Zhongjun squinted his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly said loudly: "Chu Zilu is really a genius in the world!" ”

The rest of the people looked at each other. Chu Zilu? She wrote this poem again?

"Eh, you also know the group of girls yesterday...... Oh, by the way, they must also be from your literary association. The old man was stunned at first, and then relieved.

Su Zhongjun asked: "Old gentleman, may I ask if the girl who wrote the poem yesterday is very beautiful, just like a fairy?" ”

"Oh, that's true...... There were four or five of them, and there seemed to be a foreigner...... It is the one who writes the poems that is the most peugeot. ”

"Sure enough......" Su Zhongjun sighed, he couldn't help but doubt when he heard the old man say that it was a group of girls, and then he looked at the handwriting like it, and now it is the final confirmation.

"I can't say that there is a poem in my heart, and the fairy Huazhang is above!" Su Zhongjun smiled bitterly and lowered his head, he felt that he had never been so embarrassed as he was now, and he was actually forced into a corner by a female student who was less than twenty years old.

The rest of the people, especially Gui Rongrong, were stunned? Immortals? Su Zhongjun is admitting that Chu Liumeng is an immortal? That's too high!

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the blue is better than the blue, it seems that I am old......" heard Su Zhongjun say this, Han Zhu and the two did not hold it, and it can be regarded as acquiescing to Su Zhongjun's statement.

……

In the hotel room, Chu Liumeng was playing a game with nothing to do, and he didn't know if they saw those two poems this morning.

The two poems that mourn Prime Minister Zhuge and Zhou Yu are the works of the poet saint and the poet immortal respectively, and those two represent the pinnacle of ancient poetry in another world, and now they are all blessed on him Chu Bailian alone.

"Senior sister, we're back, we brought you something delicious!" After a while, Yan Rui knocked on the door.

Chu Liumeng opened the door and welcomed everyone in: "Is this morning's meeting over?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Su and a few of them stayed in the garden to hang out, and we will come back first." Yan Rui and the others opened the meal and prepared to eat, "By the way, Mr. Su said that he wanted to invite you to join the Literary Association, and he was willing to be your recommender." ”

"Joining the Literary Association......" Chu Liumeng frowned slightly and thought for a while, and pretended to hesitate, "Is it really good for me to join the Literary Association?" ”

"Of course, it's more than enough to add a literary association at your level!" Yan Rui did not hesitate, the Literary Association is very golden. At present, the literary society of Jianda is also a member of the Humanities Association, and the status of a member of the Literary Association is more useful than most of the university's certificates.

Luo Aiai smiled and said, "Moreover, this time it was Mr. Su who personally invited you, if you don't agree...... It's inevitable that you're not polite, and you might even make others think you're arrogant. ”

"In that case...... All right. Chu Liumeng smiled slightly, "Then how should I get back to Mr. Fusui?" ”

"Oh, I'll give you his phone number later, and you can just communicate."

At this time, Wang Youyu's mobile phone rang, and she looked at it: "Mr. Su posted on Weibo...... Well? Immortals? ”

(If someone asks a lot about things, don't worry that this is not a contradiction.) ）