Under the stunned and incredulous gazes of everyone, Zhu San groaned and spoke.

Autumn empty forest smoke willow place,

The sound of the cry on the banks of the Qingshui River.

By the time of today's next year,

The epiphany is in full bloom and the king returns.

"Seconds," someone upstairs after Zhu San finished chanting the verses, after a slight groaning, subconsciously spoke, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly closed his mouth embarrassedly.

Some people looked at the person who had praised a demon just now and 'cut' it, but when they looked at the pig demon, they still felt a little incredulous.

This kind of low-level demon clan is estimated to be invisible to the demon domain, and in addition to being able to speak the words of their human race, he can really compose poetry.

It was impossible to carry it on his back before, this was the note and title that Mr. Zhu Wen personally grabbed, others may be able to cheat, but Mr. Wen, who is at the level of a grandmaster in the literary world, will not.

At this moment, they really gave birth to the idea that they are not as good as a pig.

Interesting, really interesting, it seems that the boss of Dianmo House is very well prepared this time.

I'm going to have this pig demon.,Go back and train it well.,It's really a good entertainment for everyone to get together in the future.。

For a while, the entire Dianmo Building was unusually quiet, and some thoughtful people looked at Zhu San again, their eyes full of excitement.

Song Ren upstairs also nodded secretly, he knew about Zhu San's situation, in addition to composing poems, for the human race, through some books, he learned a lot.

A real knowledgeable man, even he was shocked at the time.

These are just small things to him.

Ke Pang and Xia Zhilan didn't take it seriously, but the poems made by this pig are really good.

It's incredible.

After a short immersion, everyone understood that what Dianmo Lou said was true.

Zhu Wen looked at everyone's reactions, as well as Zhu San's performance, and sighed in his heart.

With such a good mind, reincarnated into the human race, he can even be accepted as a protégé, and he will definitely do it in the future.

It seems that as a demon clan, I also like the good things of my human race, but it's a pity......

"Okay, that's the case, our literary meeting has officially begun, the poems in "Confucianism and Taoism", to be honest, the old man is sincerely admired, I met and talked with the author last time, now I think about it, but I am a little lucky." Zhu Wen said with a smile.

Then I went into the box and once again randomly selected a topic and showed it to everyone.

""Wine", haha, such a topic, it must be difficult for everyone, after all, many of you still have wine in your hands, who will come first?" Zhu Wen laughed, how many people's poems are made with the help of wine.

Sure enough, when they saw the title, many people immediately found out.

"I'll come first, I'll come first!" Upstairs, a man in red was the first to speak, Zhu Wen nodded, and under everyone's expectant gaze, after only a few seconds of contemplation, he spoke.

It is difficult to keep guests at the green light,

Turbid wine does not relieve sorrow.

When the wind is gone,

Waiting for you, you can't stay.

As the man finished his four-line poem, everyone nodded suddenly, after all, this was a temporary idea, and it was not carefully carved.

Now it's a speed and verse.

Zhu Wen below also nodded, which was a little interesting.

One person next to him joked: "Okay, then I'll take it over with the help of Brother Li's poems, don't laugh at it."

It's hard to stay, it's hard to stay,

The wind rises and the cow rises.

The beef weighs two pounds,

Another jug of wine.

With the end of this nonsensical poem, everyone laughed, and Zhu Wen shook his head with a wry smile, but it also made the atmosphere in the whole venue much more active, no longer restrained, and everyone wrote poems one after another.

Zhu Wen below nodded from time to time and occasionally ordered a few words.

Seeing that the title of "Wine" was coming to an end, Song Ren came over and whispered a few words in Ke Pang's ear.

"Let me?" Ke Pang pointed at himself, and then waved his hand again and again: "Brother Song, it's better for you to come, I can't, many people here know me, they know better than anyone what I look like, the poems you just said are a bit long, I can't remember it, it's a fool." ”

Song Ren looked at Ke Fat, who couldn't push in front of people, and was speechless for a while.

I'm here to give you a chance to perform, you here, this, this......

You deserve to be single.

Xia Zhilan's eyes lit up on the side, and when she heard that Song Ren had thought of the poem, she saw Ke Fat's submissive appearance, and stepped forward directly: "Brother Song, I'll come out." ”

Seeing Xia Zhilan's volunteering, Song Ren's look at Ke Fatang was useless, and he gave up the goods completely.

Then he whispered a few words in Xia Zhilan's ear.

The hot air in her ears was tickling, and Xia Zhilan's face suddenly turned red, but after hearing Song Ren's poems, she was surprised.

Gao Cai, I didn't expect Brother Song to be so proficient in poetry, and even she was full of praise when she heard it.

Originally, I thought that Brother Song was appreciating and analyzing poetry in the Plum Blossom Book House in Nine Kings City before, purely for fun, but I didn't expect it to be really available.

Xia Zhilan said directly: "Brother Song, you can write it, you must make a great difference, I will let Uncle Zhuang teach you." ”

Zhuang Yi is the author of the saint's humanities.

Song Ren hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I only like music, I don't understand anything else, it's all nonsense." ”

Xia Zhilan saw Song Ren hurriedly waving her hand, and made up her mind in her heart that she would definitely let her father allow Brother Song to learn to do it.

In this way, I can learn music and rhythm with him for a long time, and I can touch many magical instruments.

Zhu Wen below was already sitting behind a desk, which was full of all kinds of fruits and some good poems, and he took notes and graded them later.

Seeing that everyone was gradually quieting down, and there seemed to be no other poems to make, he touched his beard and said: "Okay, I have four poems here that are well done, I will score them first, and if everyone has no opinions, I will announce ......"

"Wait—" A somewhat feminine voice sounded, and Zhu Wen looked up at the person who spoke.

Who is Zhu Wen, I saw Her Royal Highness this princess in the palace and the outer regions of the Holy City last time, and now although she is dressed, as a writer of a hundred generations, she can still recognize it at a glance.

The little princess actually came too, didn't she do a good job in music, when did she learn to make poetry?

As an old man, he did not expose the identity of the princess, but said: "This son, there are new verses, let's talk about them together." ”

Seeing many people looking over, Xia Zhilan was also a little excited.

"Okay, and listen up, this is what this son just felt." Xia Zhilan was dressed in a good way, and some people looked at her with a frown, why was she so familiar?

"There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence.

A bottle of wine on the lake can remember the people of the world. ”

The words fell, and for a moment, the venue was quiet again.

What a meaningful poem.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Zhu Wen quickly wrote poems on the paper, and then his eyes lit up and he was amazed.