"Oh, it turns out that you asked Lu Jieyuan to help you compete for the lottery, no wonder Lord Zhou is so confident. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yan Jiangfeng didn't think so, and said confidently: "Although the old man is a poet of Mingzhou and has deep qualifications, after all, he only has the level of Mingzhou, and Lu Jieyuan has become a poet in Zhenguo, so he just took this opportunity to ask Lu Jieyuan for advice." ”

As soon as the words fell, many scholars cast adoring glances at Yan Jiangfeng and admired them very much.

Lu Ming said with a smile: "I really don't dare to take the word advice, as a junior, I should ask the poet for advice." ”

"Your poetry ability is far better than that of the old man, why should you be so modest? That would be too hypocritical!", Yan Jiangfeng said.

"Humph!"

Yan Lu said loudly: "Just a talented man, why do you need the old poet to go out in person? Yan is not talented, and he is willing to ask Lu Xie Yuan for advice." ”

"There is no urgency in this matter. ”

Lu Ming said slowly: "The readers here have not yet written poems and lyrics, so they should be allowed to come first, after all, poetry and writing will be rare, and there are seniors here, which is the best opportunity for them to ask for advice." ”

"Lu Xie Yuan ......"

Many scholars cast grateful eyes on Lu Ming, and it was precisely because the early winter literary society could have the opportunity to ask university scholars for advice, so they would enthusiastically participate.

Yan Lu couldn't wait to compare himself with Lu Mingwen, but Lu Ming thought of them first, and such a mind for the sake of others was an example for scholars to learn.

"Joke!"

Yan Lu said disapprovingly: "With their level, how good poems can they write? Out of the county? Or Dafu? Do you think that as a poet, you can deign to guide them? You don't look at what kind of identity they are." ”

This sentence is extremely arrogant, but no one dares to refute it, because Shi Lao does have an identity and status there.

Yan Jiangfeng said awe-inspiringly: "Don't talk nonsense, everyone here is a scholar, as a respected bachelor, it is a matter of course to guide the younger generations at the literary meeting." ”

"It is precisely because of the high morality of the poet that he is not a person who can ask for advice if he wants to, not to mention that I am the champion of the Liang Kingdom, it is enough for me to guide them, why do you need to drive you?", Yan Lu smiled confidently.

"What a big breath!"

Fu Yun sneered and said, "Since you think that poetry is better than us, why don't you show us first? If you can't convince me, don't say big things here." ”

"yes! Everyone spoke in unison.

"Good!"

Yan Lu readily agreed, and walked to the desk to write poems, Lu Ming came closer to see it, and Zhao Lisong recited it with the power of a loud bell on the side.

"I love snow more in my life, so I will use snow as the title of this poem. ”

Yan Lu said as he started writing.

"Looking at the Snow"

Frozen clouds are all over the mountains, and Su Xue Xiao is condensed.

Into the thousand heavy pieces, half inclined to the wind.

No makeup, empty powder, no trees and flowers.

The sunset is shining in the sky, and the morning glow is broken.

A talent jumped on the paper, and the poem became a mansion.

"Dafu is superior, good!"

"It is worthy of last year's champion, and it is not for nothing, this poem depicts the snow scene very beautifully, fascinatingly, and even first-class. ”

"What a winter snow scene! Yes, yes!"

There was a lot of discussion and great affection, and then there was a round of applause.

Zhao Lisong said with a smile: "It seems that Yan Zhuangyuan thinks that the snow scene is better than the plum scene, and the snow scene in this poem is incomparably beautiful, and it is indeed extraordinary." ”

"Ugly, ugly!"

Yan Lu was triumphant, threw the brush away, glanced at everyone and said, "Now there are still people who think I'm bragging?"

"Isn't it just a snow poem? Fu is not talented, but he is also willing to offer one or two ugliness. Fu Yun said with a smile.

"Arrogance!"

Yan Lu sneered: "Which family of scholars are you that dare to say such a big thing?

"Yan Zhuangyuan was born in the Yan family in the capital, and he is also not a native of Suzhou, so what qualifications does he have to laugh at Fu?", Fu Yun said.

"Oh?

Yan Lu said with a smile: "Then ask Brother Fu to show your literary talents and see what kind of poems you can write." ”

"Good. ”

Fu Yun nodded in agreement, and then stepped forward in full view of everyone, confident.

"Who is this person? Why have you never seen him?"

"I don't know him, I don't know what family he is. ”

"This person has such a big breath, he dares to argue with the champion, I'll see how he ends up in a while!"

Everyone talked about it, and most of them were not optimistic about Fu Yun.

"Yesterday evening, Fu was reading in front of the window, and suddenly felt a feeling, and wrote a poem, please Yan Zhuangyuan to help me with guidance. ”

Fu Yun said as he wrote "Ji Xue" on paper, and then slowly wrote poems.

"The wind is cold, the clouds are cold, the snow is clear, and the river smoke washes away the wicker light. ”

Writing this, Lu Ming nodded lightly, and couldn't help but say: "Yesterday evening, there was indeed a period of snow and sunshine, and these two sentences were written very meaningfully. ”

"In my opinion, it's just Erle. ”

Yan Lu sneered: "It's not comparable to my snow scene at all. ”

"Look at it again. ”

"Oh?"

Yan Lu's face changed slightly, and he continued to look down.

I saw Fu Yun continue to write: "There are several pieces in front of the eaves that no one sweeps, and the book window is bright all night. ”

The poem became a mansion, almost Mingzhou, and the audience was shocked.

"Good!"

Lu Ming exclaimed: "The last two sentences are amazing, especially the words 'one night' are used cleverly and wonderfully, which shows the beautiful scene of the snow in front of the eaves this night, although it is not as imposing as Brother Yan's "Looking at the Snow", but it can write the beauty of the snow to the extreme." ”

"A good sentence 'no one sweeps a few pieces in front of the eaves, and the book window is bright overnight', these two sentences are the finishing touch, extremely exquisite, and definitely a masterpiece!"

"It is indeed a literary talent, no wonder he dares to speak so loudly, it turns out that he has real talent and real learning. ”

Everyone was amazed and liked this song "Ji Xue" very much.

"Please advise Yan Zhuangyuan. Fu Yun said with a smile.

Yan Lu's face looked a little ugly when he saw this, his eyes looked at Fu Yun with extremely cold eyes, and he snorted coldly: "This poem is indeed well written, but it is obviously a little bit worse, otherwise it can't just be Dafu, it is very likely to be Mingzhou, you still need to study more." ”

"Listening to your tone, could it be that Yan Zhuangyuan can write a poem of Mingzhou?", Fu Yun sneered.

"Hehe......"

Yan Lu said with a smile: "The Wenhui has just begun, why should Brother Fu be so anxious? After a while, Yan will let you see my true literary talents, and he will not let you down." ”

"Anyone can say big things. ”

"You ......"

Yan Lu said angrily: "You don't have to make an inch, don't think that this broken poem can be so rampant, who do you think you are!"

A Chinese man stepped forward and said loudly: "Listen, he is our feudal Mao Cai Fu Yun, even if you are the champion of the Liang Kingdom, you are rude!"