"Sir, I'm afraid you've misunderstood... I..."

Zhang Yue was completely stunned. At this time, the Tang Gongzi behind the bookcase also walked up to Zhang Yue and handed the brush in his hand to Zhang Yue.

"Bohu has just made a fool of himself, and now I ask this son to give me advice, please!"

Zhang Yue was shocked, and took the brush tremblingly in his hand, "Bohu, are you Tang Bohu, a famous young genius in Jiangnan?" ”

"It's just not talented, I can't imagine that the son has heard of the false name below."

Zhang Yuexin said, of course I have heard it, and my senior brother Li Dongyang has mentioned it to him several times, saying that this Tang Bohu is a rare talent. Now I have encountered it here. also let her compare these two brushes with others, isn't this self-made ugly?

"Childe, please." Tang Bohu called Zhang Yue gently.

The crowd around him also shouted, "Hurry up!" Could it be that he was afraid that the poem he wrote would lose to Tang Gongzi! ”

Zhang Yue put his heart sideways, losing poetry does not lose people, let it go!

She walked to the back of the long case, holding a pen in her right hand, hanging on the paper for a long time, and the onlookers next to her were already urging her.

Her heart was crossed, and she wrote it on the paper, and as she wrote, the old man next to her read it out,

"As soon as I got on... One on... Again... One on!? ”

There was an uproar in the crowd, what is this? Zhang Yue continued to write on the paper,

"As soon as I got on... Up to... High in the mountains..."

As soon as this sentence was read, there was laughter all around, and Tang Bohu couldn't help laughing next to him.

Everyone is waiting for the second half of Zhang Yue's poem. But Zhang Yue stood there and didn't write down for a long time. Because she really couldn't hold it back, the crowd became more and more restless.

The old man couldn't help it beside him, and just as he was about to speak, a clear voice came from the crowd,

"Xiao Wu, I said that you and I would work together to write poems, why did you come first."

Out of the crowd came a handsome noble son, dressed in white, looking at Zhang Yue with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Yue was also stunned when he saw Zhu Youzhu walking out, and the old man next to him asked suspiciously,

"Why did this boy say this?"

Zhu Youzhu said unhurriedly, "This poet is my younger brother, and our brother has a hobby, that is, he likes to compose poems together, he composes the first half of the poem, and I compose the second half." Today, my brother has made the first half of the song, and I should be the elder brother to make the second half. ”

The old man was stunned, "This..."

Tang Bohu next to him opened his mouth at this time, "Old Feng, since these two brothers have such a habit, why don't you let his brother finish this second half of the song?" ”

The old man who called Old Feng nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Zhu Youzhu walked slowly to the back of the long case, and took the brush in Zhang Yue's hand, which was still in a daze, with a smile in his eyes.

He waved it on a piece of paper and wrote down the second half of the poem. Zhang Yue, Feng Lao, and Tang Bohu next to the long table were all stunned after reading it. Zhu Youzhu smiled slightly, put down the brush in his hand, "It's ugly." ”

After speaking, he took Zhang Yue's hand, pushed away the crowd, and walked away.

People around are curious about what Zhu Youzhu wrote? They flocked to the long case and scrambled to watch the content of the poem. A man read the poem aloud,

"One up and one up and one up and one up to the mountain. Raise your head to the red sun and white clouds, and look at the five lakes and all over the world. ”

"Good poetry! What a poem! ”

"It's even more courageous than Tang Gongzi's song just now!"

There was a cheer from the crowd.

Tang Bohu looked at the direction in which Zhu Youzhu had left, and did not look away for a long time.

Zhu Youzhu pulled Zhang Yue and walked down from the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye. This time he was in a hurry, Zhang Yue couldn't keep up with his breath, shook off Zhu Youzhang's hand, and stood on the spot panting.

Zhu Youzhu also stopped his pace, looked at Zhang Yue with a narrow smile in his eyes, "What?" The great poet is tired? ”

Zhang Yue's face was red and white, and he exclaimed urgently, "Rumo, you still make fun of me!" I didn't do it voluntarily just now, I was squeezed out. I died unjustly. ”

Zhu Youzhu smiled, "One on one and one on and one on again." How did you come up with this little brain? ”

Zhang Yue was very embarrassed and said, "I just thought that we would keep climbing up the mountain, I was realistic." ”

"Realism!? Yue'er, when your master heard your words, I was afraid that I was going to cry. ”

"The worst subject I had in the academy was the poetry class, and the master said that it was because God was fair, and people had strengths. There will be shortness. ”

"Your master really knows you very well!"

Zhang Yue was speechless for a while, ignored Zhu Youzhang and walked straight down the mountain.

"Yue'er?" Zhu Youzhu called, Zhang Yue didn't pay attention to her, and Zhu Youzhu was not in a hurry, just followed her and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Yue walked in front, thinking in his heart, today is really a shame. Alas, it was a shame for the master. The disciples of a generation of great Confucian scholars couldn't even compose poems, and even Zhu Youjiao's usual good temper made fun of her.

She was annoyed, when she walked to a bend in the mountain road, Zhang Yue suddenly felt that her feet slipped, and her body involuntarily fell in the direction of the mountain stream.

She subconsciously struggled a few times, raised her head, and crashed straight into a pair of clear and bright eyes, with faint ripples in the color of her eyes, as gorgeous as a star in the night sky.

Zhang Yue felt that his brain was blank for a while, and he even forgot to breathe. After half a ring, Zhang Yue realized that the posture of the two didn't seem to be appropriate, and struggled out of Zhu Youzhang's arms. cleared his throat,

"Ahem! Thank you, thank you! ”

Zhu Youzhu asked cautiously and tentatively, "Yue'er, aren't you angry?" ”

"I wasn't angry, it's just, I just feel a little shameless, and besides, I don't know how to write poetry."

Seeing that Zhang Yue was not angry, Zhu Youzhu seemed to be happy, "Yue'er, this mountain road is a bit steep, going down the mountain is not as good as going up, I'll pull you." ”

Zhang Yue watched Zhu Youzhu stretch out his slender and white hand, hesitated, but still stretched out his hand, Zhu Youzhu held Zhang Yue's little hand tightly, and walked down step by step.

Zhu Youzhang's hands are big, warm and soft, and they are very comfortable to hold, Zhang Yue secretly looked at Zhu Youzhang's side face, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the silhouette was good-looking. She didn't notice that Zhu Youzhu and her feet were getting slower and slower.

When he walked to the bottom of the mountain and got into the carriage, Zhang Yue felt strange, why did it take longer to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain.

Xu was tired of mountaineering, Zhang Yue dozed off in the carriage back, and his body kept leaning towards Zhu Youjiao. Zhu Youzhu stretched out his arms and slowly hugged Zhang Yue's body in his arms. Let Zhang Yue sleep peacefully in his arms. Looking at Zhang Yue's delicate sleeping face and the faint fragrance rippling on her body, Zhu Youjiao's eyes flowed with faint brilliance, he slowly lowered his head and imprinted a lip mark on Zhang Yue's lips.....