"It doesn't matter if it's useful or not, but now, Lu Jieyuan must give my Yan family a reasonable explanation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info", Yan Lu said in a deep voice.

"Explain?"

Lu Ming's face changed slightly when he heard this, his eyes swept over the many readers, he snorted coldly, and said slowly: "Dazhi is idle, Xiaozhi is intermittent; I don't need to explain this at all. ”

"What do you mean!", Yan Lu shouted.

"Aren't you the champion last year? Why haven't you even read Zhuangzi and the Theory of Things?", Lu Ming scoffed.

"Haha......"

A few people couldn't help laughing, and their eyes looked at Yan Lu very sarcastically.

Zhou Dongyue explained: "The meaning of that sentence is that the most intelligent people will always show open-mindedness, while the little talented people always like to care about small rights and wrongs. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Lu's face suddenly turned red, and a pair of eyes stared at Lu Ming, extremely angry.

Lu Ming continued: "The remarks that are in line with the avenue are like a prairie fire, which is both beautiful and grand, and it makes people feel happy and convinced. Those clever remarks are trivial and trivial, and nonsense, just like what Brother Yan Lu said. ”

"Presumptuous!"

Yan Lu was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and he was reprimanded by a talented man, which was simply a joke.

Yan Jiangfeng has nothing to say, as a Mingzhou poet, he can't "talk about Zhan Zhan", otherwise he will be laughed at by the readers.

Although it has been famous for decades, in the Sacred Forest Continent, there are not a few people whose reputation is ruined in one day, so it is necessary to be "sensitive to things and cautious in what they say".

"Well, since it's a little bit of a little bit of a room, Xiao Yan Zhan Zhan, then the old man won't pursue it with you. ”

Yan Jiangfeng turned to smile and said: "But as the elder of the Yan family, I naturally want to speak for the Yan family, so let's make a question, if you can write a poem, this matter will not be discussed." ”

"Oh?", Lu Ming looked surprised.

Zhao Lisong immediately said: "Okay! Since it is the early winter cultural meeting, it is naturally better for Lu Jieyuan to throw bricks and lead the jade." ”

"I have admired Xie Yuan for a long time, I heard that your poetry and songs are excellent, you might as well show your hand to everyone today, so that I can wait for my heart, it is worth the trip." ”

"That's right! But with the talent of the poet, I'm afraid that the topic he came up with is not easy to deal with, I want to see what kind of talent Lu Xie Yuan has. ”

"Isn't it just the kind of poetry that goes out of the county? ”

Everyone talked about it, some people were looking forward to it, but some people were not optimistic about Lu Ming.

"The poet is famous, even if it is Xie Yuan, he can't help but give face, please give me a question. Lu Ming said.

Zhou Dongyue reminded: "The most common in early winter are snow, plums, and pines. ”

"Lord Zhou is right, the old man naturally knows himself, and there is no need to remind. ”

Yan Jiangfeng got up and went to the corridor, and the crowd consciously made a way, Lu Ming followed, and Zhou Dongyue also went along.

The scene of the Wenhui was quiet, because according to this, Yan Jiangfeng should be able to use local materials.

Yan Jiangfeng looked at the plum blossoms in the courtyard for a moment, and suddenly his face was happy, and he pointed to the bottom of the wall and said, "Yes, the old man will take this as the topic." ”

Lu Ming looked in the direction and saw two plum blossoms growing under the remote corner, which seemed very lonely compared to other plum blossoms.

"Lu Jieyuan, how about you write a poem with these two plum blossoms as a metaphor?", Yan Jiangfeng said with a smile.

Lu Ming's expression was serious when he heard this, and Fu Yun in the crowd uttered dissatisfied words: "Old poet, are you satirizing Brother Xie Yuan for being ostracized by your family like these two plum blossoms and being unpopular? How do you want him to use poetry to describe himself? Do you want to praise these two unsociable plum blossoms?"

As soon as these words came out, countless scholars showed a sudden look on their faces, it turned out that Yan Jiangfeng actually had such a scheming, and he didn't forget to humiliate Lu Ming in secret even if he asked Lu Ming to write poems, which was really excessive.

As we all know, Lu Ming was born in poverty, and it was precisely because of his birth that he overwhelmed many family disciples, so he was hated and excluded by many family disciples.

Yan Jiangfeng compared the plum blossoms in the courtyard to a family, and the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall to a poor scholar, in order to satirize the poor students, with deep intentions.

"The old man is a poet of Mingzhou, how can he have that kind of mind?"

Yan Jiangfeng said triumphantly: "It's that some people spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, so it's really for another purpose." ”

"Nonsense. Fu Yun shouted.

"Presumptuous! Hugh is rude to the poet!", one shouted.

"Since Shi Lao has 'brightened the sword', then Xiaosheng has no choice but to take it. ”

Lu Ming said confidently: "Bring pen and ink!"

Immediately, someone presented pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and asked Lu Ming to write poems.

This poem is not only a self-metaphor, but also the ambition of countless unknown and selfless readers who have dedicated themselves to the country. ”

"Oh, then ask Lu Xie Yuanliang to give it a hand. Yan Lu sneered.

This poem is called "Plum Blossom", the text is very simple, in the format of five words, please poet to recite with the power of the sound of the bell. ”

"Good. Yan Jiangfeng nodded.

Lu Ming immediately wrote the title of "Plum Blossoms", and then went to write the content: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone." ”

"The verses are mediocre, but that's it!", Yan Lu's sarcasm was even stronger.

"Remote knowledge is not snow ......"

After Yan Jiangfeng read this sentence, he "chuckled" in his heart, and felt that the last sentence was the real turning point.

"Come for the dark incense. ”

Lu Ming finished writing the last sentence, and Yan Jiangfeng also finished reading it at the same time.

"Good!"

Zhou Dongyue exclaimed, and said with great joy: "The words of this poem are simple, but the sentences are in line with the characteristics of plum blossoms, 'a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens alone', in which the three words 'open alone' are like a sword splitting out the watershed, separating the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall from the plum blossoms in the courtyard, like a small world, and showing its pure and elegant image. ”

As soon as the voice fell, many readers shouted the word "good" and were deeply moved.

"The last two sentences of 'remote knowledge is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance' is the poet's self-metaphor, yes, Lu Jieyuan is indeed from a poor family, and there will be disputes with some families, but he still blooms in obscurity, and still contributes to the country, although he is ridiculed by the family, he can be proud of the group, and he is a plum blossom in the corner!"

After finishing speaking, there was an excited applause, and the audience suddenly burst into applause, like thunder.

Yan Lu's face was ugly in an instant, and it was hard to believe that this poem not only highly praised the poor students, but also satirized the children of the family who thought highly of themselves.

Talent emerges on the page, and poetry becomes a mansion!