After lunch, many scholars enjoyed the plum blossoms in the corridor together, the snow in the yard had melted most of them, although the plum blossoms were beautiful, but they made people feel a little less proud and poetic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Lisong returned to the scene of the cultural meeting, and said in a loud voice: "I announce that the afternoon Xuemei Lou cultural meeting has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, many readers immediately became energetic and moved closer to the venue, which was extremely lively.

Zhao Wanshan and Chen Mosheng sat down again, their faces were not good-looking, and they could only smile reluctantly.

"Today's Wenhui is really unexpected, Lu Mingzhi's talent is unpressed, I just hope that this game of poetry can beat him. Zhao Wanshan whispered.

"We all underestimate him too much, but even if we lose this meeting today, it doesn't hurt, after all, we still have a move, just wait for the birthday of the first assistant, which is the time when we go straight to the clouds. ”

When Chen Mosheng said this, a smug smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Lisong said: "In the afternoon meeting, we still take snow and plum as the theme, please ......"

"Wait a minute!"

Yan Jiangfeng suddenly interjected: "Scholar Zhao, can you let the old man come up with the second-class theme of the literary meeting?"

Zhao Lisong was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought in his heart: "It must be that Shi Lao has thought of a way to deal with Lu Ming." ”

Without hesitation, he said: "The order of the old poet, dare to violate it?" ”

Zhou Dongyue's face changed for a moment, and he said, "I said Shi Lao, you are a bit out of line with the theme of the essay meeting as a reader, right?"

"Lord Zhou, although the old man is a scholar, he is also a guest of the Literary Society, why not add a wonderful piece to the Literary Society?", Yan Jiangfeng said politely.

"Alright, you can go ahead. Zhou Dongyue had nothing to refute.

Yan Jiangfeng smiled slightly, then took out a pair of ink and wash danqing from the Qiankun bag, threw it into the air, and immediately opened it by itself, and the talent burst out, and it was suspended in mid-air.

There is a beautiful mountain in the picture, and there is a layer of snow on the top.

A city under the mountain is particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the environment, and at the same time there is no sense of disobedience.

This is a picture of the old man's best friend in the north of Zhongnan Mountain, in which the mountain peaks are beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, full of poetic feelings, the old man has a poem for it, but he does not feel very satisfied, so he wants to take this opportunity to let the readers inscribe poems for it. ”

As soon as the words fell, many readers looked at each other and discussed.

"What does the poet mean by this? Let's give him a title poem? With our level, how can there be that kind of literary style?"

Obviously, Shi Lao is directly challenging Lu Ming, he has already written a poem, if someone's poetry can beat the poem he wrote, he can get the second prize. ”

"And what if no one beats his poems?"

That is, the poet Lao presented the poems he wrote, and won the second prize. ”

It turns out that Shi Lao is planning to do this, but this method is very reasonable, after all, he has taken a risk himself. ”

At this time, Zhao Lisong's face finally bloomed with a smile of joy, and he said loudly: "It is an honor for us readers to be able to inscribe poems for the poet's "Zhongnan Yuxue Tu", and we are going to use the poet's fame to become famous in the world. ”

Yan Jiangfeng turned his head to look at Lu Ming and said, "Lu Jieyuan is a poet of Zhenguo, if he can write a better poem for this painting, it will be a great honor for the old man." ”

This sentence is directed at Lu Ming, competing against each other, and the implication is very obvious, that is, to compete with Lu Ming.

Zhou Dongyue cast his gaze at Lu Ming, faintly a little nervous, after all, this second-place competition was related to his university scholar Wenbao.

Lu Ming's face changed slightly, then he took a sip of wine lightly, and said slowly: "Since it is the poet who has come up with the topic of the literary meeting, then Xiaosheng can only have to follow." ”

Yan Jiangfeng said with a smile: "Okay, please ask Lu Jieyuan to write a poem, if you can beat my poem, the second prize will belong to you." ”

After finishing speaking, he took out one from his bosom and put it on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, and did not show the content to everyone.

Rong Xiaosheng brewed a little. ”

Lu Ming enjoyed the drinking of "Zhongnan Yuxuetu", the scene was very quiet, and no one dared to speak to affect his thinking.

The corners of Zhao Lisong's mouth rose, revealing a faint sneer, very contemptuous of Lu Ming, and at the same time full of confidence in Yan Jiangfeng.

After a long time, Lu Ming suddenly frowned, and he was already confident at this moment.

"Xiaosheng has been brewed, since this is the work of an old friend of the poet, then I will write a poem "Looking at the Aftersnow in the South" from the perspective of your friend's painting. ”

Immediately picked up the pen and danced on the page, a breath of poetry was written, and a strong talent burst out.

"It's Shicheng Naruto again!"

A reader said in surprise: "It seems that this poem must be extraordinary, and Lu Jieyuan will not disappoint everyone as soon as he makes a move." ”

"What kind of poem is it?

"I'll find out in a moment. ”

Everyone was looking forward to it and looked at Lu Ming intently.

"Please advise the poet. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he presented the poem with respect.

Yan Jiangfeng took the poem, his face was extremely solemn, and then he looked at the paper, reading the poem while reading.

"The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold. ”

After reading it, Yan Jiangfeng couldn't help but say the word "good", but then his eyes were dim and he sighed on the spot.

"It's a good "Looking at Yuxue in the South", even if I listen to it, it seems to be immersive, which makes people extremely intoxicated. ”

"Wonderful! I seem to have personally visited Zhong Nanshan, and I can't extricate myself from the scene of intoxication......"

"Lu Jieyuan is really a great talent, I am afraid that except for the great Confucians and saints, there is no one in the world who can match him. ”

If anyone dares to say that Lu Jieyuan's poetry is inferior to anyone, I will definitely be anxious with him!"

Zhao Lisong's face was a little ugly, but he still had hope for Yan Jiangfeng and reminded: "Please ask the poet to evaluate this poem, can it be better than the poem you wrote?"

"Hey......"

Yan Jiangfeng had mixed emotions at this moment, and said slowly: "This poem vividly depicts the scene of the remaining snow in Zhongnan Mountain, and it is indeed a rare masterpiece. ”

"Please also ask the poet for advice. Lu Ming said.

Yan Jiangfeng sighed on the spot, and saw him slowly remove the paperweight and take out his poems.

Just when everyone thought that he could recite the Psalms, they saw him grit his teeth, and his heart was ruthless, and he tore the Psalms to pieces in full view of everyone.

"Old poet!", Zhao Lisong's face changed greatly.

Everyone present stood up from their positions and looked at Yan Jiangfeng together, almost thinking that they had misunderstood.

As a scholar, to tear up the poems he wrote in front of so many people is a denial of his literary talent.