Zhao Fuzi looked at this stupid boy and agreed, he was so angry that he trembled and said angrily; "What a good thing, you ......"

Bu Ru smiled at him, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper; Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and thousands of horses are sad. I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern.

This time he wrote extremely fast, so to speak, in one go.

Everyone thought he would close his eyes and think like he had just done before. Who knew that he was so neat this time, so everyone gathered around, and a few Xiucai also followed along.

After reading it again, many people's minds fell into a state of ignorance, as if they were shocked by thunder, and they didn't react for a while.

Some silently read it again, while others read it again aloud and fluently, so that those who could not see it could hear it clearly.

After reading, the whole venue fell into more silence.

Bu Ru raised his eyes to look at Zhao Fuzi and found that he was looking at him dumbfounded.

Then look at He Jiaoyu and Wang Zimeng on the other side. The two of them have a mouth wide open and can be stuffed with a large egg.

The other looked desperately at the poem on the table, reading it over and over again, his face full of disbelief.

Everyone did not speak, and those who had already read were shocked.

Those who haven't read it yet are pondering it over and over again. The flat-headed people who didn't understand it at all looked at the reactions of others in confusion.

"Impossible, impossible!" Wang Zimeng suddenly shouted.

"You didn't write this poem, did you? You copied it somewhere else? Tell me you copied it somewhere else. As he spoke, he walked up to Bu Ru, grabbed his coat and questioned him like a maniac.

Bu Ru didn't speak, with a smile on his indifferent face, but he was actually a little flustered in his heart, after all, this was not written by himself, but by his beloved wife.

"You speak!"

"Can't you afford to lose?" The young man asked calmly.

"I ......," the prince was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha...... Bu Ru laughed, arched his hand at the old master, and then flicked his sleeves through the crowd and disappeared into the thicker and thicker night.

It's unnatural to be in the spotlight here, especially when you feel a little guilty.

Or slipped away first.

Everyone at the scene looked at his distant back, and suddenly felt an indescribable wonder.

Wang Zimeng turned around and asked; "He Jiaoyu, have you read this poem in any books or poetry collections?"

He Jiaoyu showed a thoughtful expression.

"Chen Jiaoyu, have you ever seen it?"

The prince looked at him eagerly, and shook his head at the sight of him.

"Dean Peng, what about you? You have educated countless people, and you must have read this poem in some book, right? ”

Dean Peng spread his hands.

Wang Zimeng brushed aside the Xiucai next to him, walked straight to the old man in Chinese clothes with a paper, and asked earnestly with his eyes; "Mr. Zhu, you are Mr. Zhu Youjiao, right? You are famous all over the world, full of fame, your writings are equal, you are the champion more than 30 years ago, and now you are a well-read literary giant, you tell me, did he copy this poem somewhere? ”

The old man in the costume thought for a moment, sighed slightly, and said; "I, Zhu Youjiao, have never read this poem before."

"Could it be that you read it but forgot it?"

"Such a good poem, if you read it, you will definitely remember it, and I can say that this is the best poem I have read in the past 30 years."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately aroused the amazement of countless people present.

The first thing to marvel at was that the ordinary old man in front of him was actually Zhu Youzhang, which no one could have imagined.

Zhu Youzhu is a literary saint in the world, although this group of poor and remote scholars has never seen it, but their reputation has long been like thunder. I didn't expect to see you here today.

The degree of surprise and ecstasy is self-evident.

Then the reason for the amazement is that this person, who is almost at the level of a literary saint in the world, has praised Bu Ru's poems to this extent, and he has just praised it, and now he has not read a better poem in thirty years.

This sentence can be understood as; Zhu Youzhu read a lot of books 30 years ago, and read all the famous works of the previous masters, so there is no good poem that he has not read in 30 years, and this poem is the best poem he has read in the past 30 years.

Not to mention anything else, if this sentence alone spreads, this step Confucianism can boast for a lifetime.

"So I lost?" Wang Zimeng muttered to himself, "I lost?!" I lost! ”

"Can't you afford to lose?" Zhu Youchen's mind came up with the words of the young man just now, and he asked him another question in his heart.

"I ......"

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting, two top poems in one literary meeting!" Zhu Youchen smiled, turned to a young man who was nearly thirty years old next to him; "Shigui, do you believe it or not? Today's Lantern Festival in Lin Feng Town can be a story of Shilin through the ages! ”

The young man pursed his lips and nodded affirmatively; "I didn't expect to send my teacher home today, and I can have such an adventure when I pass by here, it's really interesting."

"Lin Fengzhen came out of this son, and it can be regarded as your education, and he will definitely write a big book on the political performance book at that time."

"There is no shortage of students in this achievement, but the icing on the cake is also excellent."

The two of them chatted and left, and soon disappeared into the bright lights of the town.

This sentence can be understood as; Zhu Youzhu read a lot of books 30 years ago, and read all the famous works of the previous masters, so there is no good poem that he has not read in 30 years, and this poem is the best poem he has read in the past 30 years.

Not to mention anything else, if this sentence alone spreads, this step Confucianism can boast for a lifetime.

"So I lost?" Wang Zimeng muttered to himself, "I lost?!" I lost! ”

"Can't you afford to lose?" Zhu Youchen's mind came up with the words of the young man just now, and he asked him another question in his heart.

"I ......"

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting, two top poems in one literary meeting!" Zhu Youchen smiled, turned to a young man who was nearly thirty years old next to him; "Shigui, do you believe it or not? Today's Lantern Festival in Lin Feng Town can be a story of Shilin through the ages! ”

The young man pursed his lips and nodded affirmatively; "I didn't expect to send my teacher home today, and I can have such an adventure when I pass by here, it's really interesting."

"Lin Fengzhen came out of this son, and it can be regarded as your education, and he will definitely write a big book on the political performance book at that time."

"There is no shortage of students in this achievement, but the icing on the cake is also excellent."

The two of them chatted and left, and soon disappeared into the bright lights of the town.

This sentence can be understood as; Zhu Youzhu read a lot of books 30 years ago, and read all the famous works of the previous masters, so there is no good poem that he has not read in 30 years, and this poem is the best poem he has read in the past 30 years.