Zhang Ya has long hair and a shawl, is dressed in white, and has a gold belt tied in her hair. She got up, and her delicate figure attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

After pondering for a moment, she said playfully: "The lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. ”

Her voice is delicate with a bit of demon, soft with a bit of charm, at first glance it sounds like the yellow warbler out of the valley, like the empty valley orchid, the kite cries and the phoenix sings, crisp and bright but tactful and soft; When I heard it again, it was like the gurgling water, the wind blowing the willows, low back soft and charming and affectionate; Listen carefully again, only to feel that the sky is wide and the clouds are comfortable, the sea is calm and the waves are calm, which makes people open-minded and can't stop.

"This ......"

"The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is ......"

Someone muttered to himself, and a sense of confusion appeared as if he had lost his mind. This kind of emotion seemed to be contagious, and after Zhang Ya finished chanting this poem, everyone's faces changed complicatedly, and finally they were frozen into a look of amazement.

"How is it possible!" Zhou Xin is quite knowledgeable, the more she thinks about it, the more she feels the deep meaning contained in this poem, whether it is the words or the artistic conception, I don't know how much more than her own sentence just now.

"This poem is so good. ”

"I've written countless poems in my life, and it would be nice if I could come up with such a good sentence. ”

......

After a while, more and more people sighed, looking at Zhang Ya and the others with respect in their eyes.

The reaction of everyone was within Liu Yang's expectations, this poem was written by a great man who was known as a poet immortal in ancient times in the world of science and technology, and the parting friendship contained in it was vividly depicted in the grand scene of the river. In terms of talent, whether it is in the world of technology or in today's world, who can find someone who can compare with him in this aspect.

"Excellent indeed. At this time, Zuo Yi, who was standing next to Zhou Xin, opened his mouth, he was proficient in poetry and songs, and the more he thought about it just now, the more he felt that this poem was very well written.

Zhang Ya definitely can't think of such a good poem, just now I saw him talking to others, someone must have clicked on it. Zhou Xin stared at Zhang Ya with a very distracted look.

"If Miss Zhou Xin didn't have a better verse like this, I'm afraid Miss Zhang would have won this game. ”

Someone breaks the silence, the poetry is not a sentence, if you can come up with a better poem than the other party, it can be regarded as moving back to the scene, and in the past, proficient in this university scholars emerged in an endless stream of poems fighting each other, that kind of scene can be regarded as a real atmosphere that makes people's blood boil.

"Wait a minute. ”

Zuo Yi stepped forward, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, his dark eyes were full of calm, and his black hair was scattered around his ears, and his ears emitted a faint blue light. The handsome one had to make people secretly marvel, and there was a cold aura around him.

"Mr. Zuo must have a good sentence to shoot, everyone is blessed. ”

They are all people in this circle, and many people know that Zhou Xin invited two scholars from Sheji Palace.

"Offering ugliness under it. Zuo Yi's expression was so flat that it made people feel a little indifferent, his eyes fell on the direction of Zhang Ya and the others, and then he said: "Jiangyun sticks to the water and wets the east wind, and snubbs Tingzhou and rises alone."

"Sure enough, it's a good poem. ”

"It is worthy of being a scholar of the Sheji Palace, and he actually grasps this kind of sentence so easily. ”

......

Although the artistic conception is slightly worse, the poem on the left is also very good, which makes everyone in the hall amazed.

"They want to be poetic. ”

Zheng Wushuang looked sideways, he turned his head with a smile, and said to Liu Yang: "Brother Liu, I have to rely on you to support the field." ”

"Liu Yang, I'm optimistic about you. ”

The sentence just now was the poem that Liu Yang came up with, and Zhang Ya was originally a little worried about him, but now he is full of confidence.

"In that case, I'll give it a try. With a smile, Liu Yang got up, ignoring the other confused eyes. He said loudly: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river." ”

"Wonderful!"

"This poem is also excellent!"

"Who is this person, who is so good at learning!"

Liu Yang opened his mouth into a chapter, although this poem is not as magnificent as the one just now, but it is also extraordinary. Looking at the fierce reaction of everyone, he smiled faintly, hiding the good poems and good sentences of the sages of the previous generation in his mind, wouldn't it be unpleasant to dare to talk to himself about the poems.

"Who are you?" Zuo Yi's eyes were a little wavering.

"Under Liu Yang. ”

"It turns out that you are the son of Liu Mansion. ”

Zuo Yi looked at Liu Yang seriously, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that the cultivation talent of the prince of Liu Mansion is mediocre, but he can't imagine that he is so good at learning. ”

Hearing this, Liu Yang smiled indifferently, the other party must have just buried himself in studying knowledge and didn't know what was going on these days, otherwise he wouldn't still think that his talent was mediocre.

"My name is Zuo Yi, and I ask Brother Liu for advice. ”

"Please"

According to this posture, the other party is obviously looking for his own poem. Liu Yang was very sure that the people of Sheji Palace were not Confucians, and how could they be enemies of the countless good poems in his mind.

"Outside the sky of the river, the mountains are in the middle of nothing. ”

"The sea is born in the night, and the spring of the river is in the old year. ”

......

In the face of the sea-like offensive on the left, Liu Yang was as calm as a reef by the sea. Not only is he proficient in his words, but his poems are very good every time, and although Zuo Yi is proficient in this field, he also has a sense of oppression like encountering a fierce enemy.

In the hall, two people went for tat and turned into a poem, which made everyone's blood boil. This kind of poetry is such a grand occasion, unless it is a scholar with a deep knowledge, who can come up with such a large number of verses in a short time. And most importantly, both of them have such advanced talents at a very young age.

The first one on the left is from the Sheji Palace, and everyone is not surprised that he has such a talent. But although Liu Yang is the young master of the Liu Mansion, many people in the hall know the past deeds of this Liu Mansion son, so after seeing it today, they are all amazed and admired.

"He's so talented!"

Zhang Ya looked at Liu Yang, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance. Liu Yang had a smile on his face, and his two faint eyebrows also rippled softly, as if he had been smiling all the time, crooked, like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky. The fair skin set off the pale peach-colored lips, and the handsome and prominent facial features made her look a little stupid for a while.

"Is it pretty?"

"Good looking. Zhang Ya nodded subconsciously, and suddenly reacted, she raised her head and saw Liu Qiao'er staring at her with a smile, and instantly blushed. glanced at the other party and said softly, "What are you doing?"

"Look at someone who is a nymphomaniac. ”

"You're a nymphomaniac. ”

was seen through her thoughts, and Zhang Ya's ears were a little hot. After a while, she smiled and said, "Qiao'er, your cousin really didn't disappoint us. ”

"I've never seen him so powerful before, and it seems that we all underestimate him. Before coming, Liu Qiaoer still had some doubts about Liu Yu and Zhang Ya's words, but now it is unimaginable to see Liu Yang calmly and the young scholars of Sheji Palace compare poems, and his demeanor is calm and light.

Although she doesn't like academics, she has never seen anyone with such a demeanor who has met many scholars with Zhang Ya, no wonder Zhang Ya is a little distracted. If it were someone else, I am afraid that it would be difficult for me to control it.

"Cousin, I'm going to kill this kid. Liu Yu laughed, looking at Zuo Yi, who couldn't think of poems in the audience, was very happy. The more he came into contact with Liu Yang, the more he felt that his cousin was unfathomable. The more intense the worship of the former.

Contrary to the happy mood of Zhang Ya and others, Zhou Xin's delicate face was already a little pale. She didn't expect that the person Zhang Ya found was so good in learning, not only could he write a pair of poems with Zuo, but also seemed to have the upper hand.

"I'll come too. ”

Seeing the left one, he couldn't think of the verses, and the second one on the right also stepped forward. He was tall, and although he was mediocre in appearance, his eyes were deep and flashed with the light of a wise man.

The sudden voice attracted Liu Yang's attention, and when he raised his head, he saw the tall second from the right.

"In the next is not talented, give advice to the benevolent brother. ”

"Nine curves of the cold river are thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blowing to the end of the world!"

Although he is called the second on the right, his knowledge is no worse than that on the left. And the styles of the two people are diametrically opposed, the left one is more introverted and his literary style is more heroic.

"30,000 miles of cold rivers into the sea, 5,000 blades on the sky. The original line of this poem is 30,000 miles east of the river into the sea, 5,000 miles into the sky. Liu Yang changed slightly, but the artistic conception and words were still very neat.

His poem was magnificent, which made the second right suddenly look very solemn. Unexpectedly, the other party not only exported the chapter, but also went toe-to-toe with himself in terms of style.

At this moment, Liu Yang alone faced the scholars of the two Sheji Palaces, and he had a posture of being a husband and a wife.

"It's amazing that Liu Mansion actually has such a character. ”

"Liu Chang's son, it is really extraordinary. ”

......

In the hall, countless people secretly praised. The current scene is no longer something they can go up to participate in, and the level of knowledge or poetry of the three of them is far beyond the ordinary, and they sigh that they are far inferior, so they simply watch it with relish on the side.