Jin Zhibing sneered on the side: "When you are admitted to the meritorious service, my grandson will be admitted to the Jinshi!"

Fat man Zhu Wen doesn't know how much he has heard of this kind of ridicule over the years, although he is angry in his heart, he doesn't want to refute it, otherwise he will fall into the other party's calculations, but there will be endless ridicule and trouble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, if you don't mess with others, others are unwilling to let you go.

Jin Zhibing stepped forward and sneered: "Swine fever, don't say that I look down on you, I'll give you a chance, if you can board the flower boat later, I will strip naked and jump to the West Lake to take a bath, on the contrary, if you can't get on the boat, how about swimming from here to the other side!"

Rumble!

The people around were in an uproar, and they all gathered around to see the excitement. This is in public, if you take it off, it will be insulting, and you will be stained wherever you go from now on.

The fat man Zhu Wen's face turned red, and he said angrily: "I agreed." ”

Losers don't lose battles!" Fang Haoran nodded secretly.

On the side, Jin Zhibing's two companions were surprised: "Brother Jin, why did you make such a big bet, how good is it that the person surnamed Zhu really had the **** luck to write a poem and board the boat!"

Jin Zhibing shook the folding fan in his hand, and said with a look of disdain: "I don't know how many catties and taels he has, you wait to watch the show!"

At this moment, the young girl who looked like a maid came over and said in a loud voice: "The king of Jiangyin said that this poetry meeting will convince people with talent, as long as you can write a poem within a stick of incense, you can get on the boat if you pass the assessment." ”

"I don't know who the person who is assessed is? Could it be that the king of Jiangyin personally audited it?" someone asked.

"You are stupid, how can the King of Jiangyin review our poems? Besides, there are hundreds of us here, if the King of Jiangyin reviews it, he will be tired to death!" someone laughed.

The maid of the king of Jiangyin said: "The poems written by you this time will be reviewed by me. ”

"You're just a maid, can you?" shouted.

The maid of the king of Jiangyin glanced at the man coldly and said, "If anyone is not satisfied, they can go home, my prince did not invite you to come!"

The man's face changed dramatically, and he lowered his head and hid in the crowd.

The people on the side were secretly snickering, the examiner in front of him was an examiner no matter what level he was, and questioning the examiner was not looking for death?

The maid of the king of Jiangyin nodded, and the servant on the side inserted a thumb-length incense into the incense burner and lit it, and then said loudly: "The title of this time is "June", everyone please write the poem on paper within a stick of incense, and I will arrange for someone to collect it!"

I don't know what kind of material the incense is made of, and it burns so fast that it is estimated that at most half a cup of tea will burn out.

It's not just talent that assesses it, it's also speed. Everyone thought quickly.

Jin Zhibing and the others on the side also began to discuss, it is not difficult to use the topic of June to compose poems, the key is whether they can be favored by the other party.

At this time, the fat man Zhu Wen waved a folding fan, knocked it on the palm of his hand, and said proudly: "I have it!"

Everyone looked sideways and looked at the fat man Zhu Wen in surprise, just a few breaths, and then made a poem?

Jin Zhibing and the others were also secretly surprised, and they couldn't help but feel a little weak in their hearts.

Seeing that everyone was still writing, the maid of the king of Jiangyin did not ask the fat man to write the poem on the paper, nodded and said: "I will listen to you when you read it, the speed is so fast, if it is good, I will let you on the boat." ”

The fat man laughed, opened the folding fan with a wave of his hand, shook it, and tried to pretend to be a graceful appearance, pointed the fan at the maid of the king of Jiangyin, and read: "In the June day of the West Lake, the fairy is in the world......"

When everyone heard this, some shook their heads and some nodded, and some secretly scolded the fat man for being shameless. These two sentences are very ordinary, but considering that the fat man didn't take the time to think about it, it's not bad, but this fairy is clearly to please the maid of King Jiangyin.

Seeing everyone's eyes, the fat man smiled proudly, shook his head and said, "My brother shakes the fan, and my sister holds my hand." ”

Burst......

Fang Haoran squirted out a mouthful of water.

"Haha......"

The people around laughed, some despised the fat man Zhu Wen for being vulgar, but more people secretly gave a thumbs up and said secretly: This fat man even dares to tease the maid of the king of Jiangyin, it's really a cow!

The maid of the king of Jiangyin can be arranged to be the examiner, the knowledge is naturally not bad, and there is still some joy when she hears the first two lines of poetry, although the fat man's literary style is not very good, but this sycophant is comfortable, she plans to let only the last two lines of poetry get by and put the fat man on the boat, who would have thought that the fat man would be full of flowers, and actually made two "flower" poems.

The maid of the king of Jiangyin was so angry that her face turned red, she glared at the fat man fiercely, and said coldly: "Unqualified! Anyone who dares to make such unruly poems again will be disqualified." ”

The fat man Zhu Wen felt very aggrieved, his poem was not bad, and he was praised in Fengyue Tower yesterday! If the maid of the king of Jiangyin knew that this poem was actually written by the fat man to the girl in Fengyue Tower, I am afraid that he would be so angry that he would ask the guards to beat this guy up and throw him into the West Lake.

On the side, Jin Zhibing stepped forward and sneered: "Waste is really waste, and the son of a pig butcher like you also wants to be elegant, which is simply shameful." ”

"You ......" the fat man Zhu Wen said angrily: "I have written it anyway, you can also write a poem if you have the ability!"

Jin Zhibing shook the paper fan proudly and said, "I have already written it." ”

After speaking, Jin Zhibing walked in front of the maid of the king of Jiangyin and arched his hand: "This sister, my poem has been written, please appreciate it: my father ploughs the plains and goes to the fields, and the son plows the mountains and goes down to the wilderness." In June, he did not show up, and the official family has repaired the warehouse. ”

The maid of the king of Jiangyin thought slightly, nodded, and said: "Although there is no good sentence, it is better to be simple, and it is indeed written in June, you are considered to pass!"

Jin Zhibing laughed, but he was not in a hurry to get on the boat, but turned his head to look at the fat man Zhu Wen, and said proudly: "Swine fever, I'm waiting for you here, if you can't get on the boat, just swim to the other side of the West Lake!"

The maid of the king of Jiangyin raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at this scene with interest, and she didn't know if it was because of the poem just now, she really wanted to see how the fat man Zhu Wen would respond.

The pressure of the fat man Zhu Wen rose suddenly, the sweat on his forehead came out, and at this moment, everyone was in full view, nervous, and his mind was blank, let alone composing poetry, he couldn't say anything.

Fang Haoran shook his head slightly, after all, the fat man Zhu Wen was the first friend he met here, and he was not a bad person, he couldn't bear to see the fat man make a fool of himself, so he stepped forward and whispered a few words in the other party's ear.

The fat man Zhu Wen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he glanced at Fang Haoran in surprise, and then stepped forward with confidence, shook his head and said loudly: "In June, the lotus flowers are fragrant all over the lake, and the red clothes and green fans reflect the clear waves. Mulan is like a flower girl on the boat, and there are many children in the lotus house. ”

A poem was written in one go, everyone was shocked, savored it, and found that although this poem does not have a luxurious momentum or gorgeous words, it also has a lot of flavor to read, and it is definitely a good poem.

The maid of the king of Jiangyin glanced at Fang Haoran in surprise, just now it was Fang Haoran who said something in the ear of the fat man Zhu Wen, and then the fat man made a poem, if she wanted to say that this poem was written by the fat man Zhu Wen, she didn't believe it anyway, but it didn't matter, as long as the fat man took out the poem.

The maid of the king of Jiangyin nodded and said: "This poem is good, copy it and give it to the prince for appreciation, this Zhu Gongzi can get on the boat!"