Today, we must kill him without leaving a piece of armor, so that Zhuang Hansheng knows how powerful his Grandpa Hai is.

Hai Ruhe's eyes flashed, his eyes were all right, he raised his feet sideways and walked half a step, and bowed his head slightly, and the next moment, he came up with a good poem, "If you want to say that you are the one, I have another one, it is better to listen to Brother Zhuang." ”

Zhuang Hansheng snorted coldly, and said in a strange manner: "I want to see if Brother Hai is true or fake." ”

"Listen up." The Hairu River kicked his feet, and his mouth spit out clear words: "The purple palace banquet is open and breezy, the first flowers of the dense trees are red, and the fragrance of wine to the twilight is continuous, and I know that spring is in Qiluo." ”

"Okay, good poem, this poem is better than the previous one, Hai Ya is full of the true biography of the Hai University scholar, the poem is exquisite, the whole rhyme is flat, the rhyme is eastern, the sentences are flowing and flowing, it is catchy to read, good poetry." As soon as Hairuhe's voice fell, someone immediately came up to cheer. Although Hairuhe is arrogant, he treats people well in Shangjing, and he has a background, so many people are willing to get along with him, and being friends with him will also get a lot of shelter. Therefore, Hairuhe can still achieve the effect of responding to a hundred calls when saying a word.

"Why, is there anyone better in this place than I am in this poem?" Hairuhe turned around with his head held high and asked.

The people gathered around took a step back, they thought left and right, but they still couldn't come up with a better one.

"This poem is indeed well written, and Hairu Hesheng is better than being able to write a poem with exquisite style in such a short period of time, so that others don't even have time to react." Dongmen Weisheng analyzed seriously. They sat in the corner, and not many people noticed. Moreover, they refused to be accompanied by a beauty, although it seemed very abrupt, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the dispute between Hairuhe and Zhuang Hansheng, so not many people really observed their situation here.

"That's right, Hairuhe has defeated others psychologically, but I don't think Zhuang Hansheng is a person who wants to give up." Cloud & Road.

"Won't the junior brother write a few poems to scare them to death?" Zhou Xiaohua said fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Me?" Yun Ji opened his mouth wide and pointed at himself, then waved his hand and said: "I'll forget it, Zhuang Hansheng originally had a holiday with us, let's get together again, wouldn't it be another Hairu River?" It's a loss-making business, so let's not do it. ”

Guan Shangxuan pursed his lips and smiled, and then Yun Ji's words said: "We don't do loss-making transactions, we only add to the chaos." The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to watch the battle between the sea and the village.

"Cut, what's the big deal, it's just some sad sentences." Zhuang Hansheng returned one to Hairu River and one white eye.

"The most painful, hateful, and most loved thing in the world is nothing more than sadness and sorrow, I don't know what Brother Zhuang has to pursue higher and farther than these?" Yun Ji stood up and said.

The tense atmosphere suddenly had a different kind of voice, which was naturally eye-catching, and the moment Yun Ji stood up to speak, he took everyone's attention.

"I also think Brother Hai writes well, and profoundly interprets what it is...... What's going on? Guan Shangxuan pretended to be stuck, lowered his head and touched his hair, looking very annoyed. Suddenly, he realized: "Yes, it is an interpretation of what it means that there is no harm without comparison!" If Brother Hai can write better than this, I would admire someone. "Guan Shangxuan doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, how to stimulate people.

Their purpose today is to make Zhuang Hansheng say a few rebellious words, of course, if Zhuang Hansheng is really that righteous gentleman, they will not be able to grasp the handle to appeal to what they want. But if he has a slight disagreement, he will definitely appear in his original form.

"You ......" Lei Teng pointed to Yun and a few people, he wanted to say: You think it is so easy to compose poetry? But when you think about it, isn't it easy for literati to compose poetry? As soon as the words reached the bottom of his throat, he swallowed them back. Lei Tengfu looked at Zhuang Hansheng and whispered, "Brother Zhuang still has goods in his belly?" ”

Zhuang Hansheng ignored Lei Teng, he had already denied the sad spring and sad autumn, but this poem, the best thing to write is also sad and sad, in addition, what other subject matter can express his heart?

Li Qing looked at the situation downstairs and couldn't help but sneer. Zhuang Hansheng was deliberately disturbed by someone, so he didn't immediately answer Shanghai Ruhe's question. He is now trapped in his own thinking solidification area, and he can't get out for a while, and combined with Yun and Guan Shangxuan's step-by-step pressing, he may panic.

But it's just a possibility, Zhuang Hansheng is not as stupid as he imagined, on the contrary, he is very smart and has his own ideas, but he would never have thought that someone was deliberately secretly stimulating him.

Seeing that Zhuang Han had been motionless for a long time, Hai Ruhe laughed vigorously: "Doesn't what Brother Zhuang said himself count?" It's not good to say sad spring and sad autumn, but isn't Brother Zhuang himself the same? It's just half a catty. ”

"Shut up, even so, but the man's heart is to Wu Hook, can climb over the difficulties and dangers of the world, why do I have to climb with you and other young people, it's just some rabble!"

"He doesn't, I have poetry, little brother, it's better to listen to me." Qi Guan stood by the window of the box on the second floor, his hand still on the shoulders of the beauty.

For strangers, the Hai Ru River is not stingy with good colors. "Please!"

"The immortal Buddha is vast and unsuccessful, only to know that the night is uneven, the wind is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with Bo Xing's name. Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, useless scholars, Mo is worried about poetry, spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds, boy, useless is a scholar. Qi Guan said with a smile.

"Nonsense!" What Zhuang Hansheng can't hear the most is the uselessness of scholars, he has aspirations to be realized in his life, and he is the identity of a scholar, why is a scholar useless? Doesn't Tianqi pay attention to literati? The answer, of course, is no!

"It's only a bookseller's spirit, you can get all the golden wisps, drunk and lying in the deep tent of the hibiscus, wake up and return to the court to tell the news, the scholar has to go to the court, and go down to the people's affairs and diseases, if the prime minister's posture is yesterday, how can he be useless as a scholar?" Zhuang Hansheng's face was full of disapproval.

Qi Guan's eyes darkened.

Are today's scholars so pompous? Just by virtue of the bookish spirit, you want to think of golden wisps? Do you also say that as long as you are famous, someone will come to woo you? And the following two sentences simply don't know the point, shame! It's good to give me back the people's illness, and it's not bad if you don't loot the people's fat and people's cream.

The more Qi Guan thought about it, the more he felt that there was a big problem with the poems that came out of the mouth of Zhuang Hansheng.

"Who's that guy?" Qi Guan asked Gou Yin to recognize the person who spoke wildly.

"Back to the uncle, that person and the old slave happened to know him, it was Zhuang Hansheng, the son of Zhuang Qiandu! This person has been famous in Shangjing for a long time at a young age, and after a few years, it has changed a lot, to say that when I first met him, he was only a few years old, and he was already so old in a blink of an eye. ”

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