There was an uproar in the building, and many eyes roamed around, waiting for Zeng Gongzi's opponent to appear. The literati love elegance and fun, don't look at what they usually talk about poetry, books, rituals and music, when they encounter this kind of thing, their true form will be revealed.

"Zeng Gongzi is very right, since that person dares to boast about Haikou, isn't he responsible?" A son sitting next to Zeng Sui'an was helping out, this person was recognized by everyone, and he was also one of the four sons of Bianjing, and he was usually inseparable from Zeng Gongzi.

Ahem...... Sure enough, he was guilty of public anger, Shen Ao coughed lowly, and scolded the group of rumor-mongering grandsons for being despicable and shameless, obviously he said that he was going to participate in the poetry meeting, how could he become a person who named Zeng Suian to challenge him, and became a scholar who looked down on Bianjing.

Shen Ao smiled slightly, and finally stood up, when the matter came, he was not afraid, wasn't it just poetry? This Zeng Gongzi is a formidable opponent, since he is here, he has no reason to retreat, who is afraid of whom.

"Is what Zeng Gongzi just said next?" Shen Ao smiled very pure and innocent.

Zeng Suian and everyone's eyes turned over, and there was an uproar again, and someone said: "Isn't this the person who just made a bullet and sighed repeatedly?" ”

"It's him, hehe, he dares to provoke Zeng Gongzi at such a level, it's really unbelievable."

Someone said: "Let's take a look at the merits first, this person just went downstairs with Chen Xianggong, maybe he and Chen Xianggong are old sons and nephews." ”

The voice of the person who spoke was not big or small, and it was just heard by the person who should have heard it, and many people thought it was true, and when the words reached Chen Ji's ears, Chen Ji's lungs were about to explode, how could this reason be, how could it be reasonable, this bastard thing had something to do with me if he followed me downstairs?

Wow, there is really no future with this kid, Fang Cai knew that Shen Ao didn't know how to do poetry with a single sentence and sighed repeatedly, and his level was limited.

Chen Ji regretted it, he was very wronged, just like being deceived into getting on a thief ship, it was difficult to ride a tiger.

Zeng Suian sneered, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said with a small white fan: "Great, I don't know the name of Brother Taigao." He said it politely, but his tone was neither salty nor light, and he didn't look like he didn't take Shen Ao in his eyes at all.

Of course, Shen Ao couldn't show weakness, and said, "Shen Ao." ”

Zeng Sui'an smiled even colder: "Forgive Zeng for his shallow knowledge, Shen Ao...... Haha, it seems like I've never heard of it. ”

"Haha......" Several sons at the same table as Zeng Suian laughed insolently.

Shen Ao smiled innocently: "Maybe Zeng Gongzi will hear about it later." ”

Cool, everyone here applauded Shen Ao's words, **naked provocation, what you want is this effect, if Shen Ao admits defeat, pitiful apology, everyone still looks down on him, and there is no good show to watch, the stronger the smell of gunpowder, everyone can feast their eyes.

Zeng Suian put away the little white fan and pursed his lips coldly and arrogantly: "Then let's compare with each other, and let's compare poems first." He walked gracefully to the open space in the field, clasped his hands into fists: "Please give me advice, Brother Shen." ”

Zhou Heng, who was beside Shen Ao, poked him in the waist, suggesting that he was careful, Shen Ao bowed slightly, then stepped up and saluted back: "Zeng Gongzi please first." ”

Zeng Suian said coldly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, why don't you take the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme?" ”

Shen Ao nodded: "Zeng Gongzi is at his own convenience." ”

Zeng Suian pondered for a moment, then raised his head, and gazed at the beam of the room gracefully, thoughtfully.

Shen Ao raised his eyes, and also went to look at the beam, pretending to be forced, who wouldn't. But what is the purpose of looking at the beams, could it be that there are flowers on the beams? Wow, Zeng Gongzi is too unkind, and you don't know how to appreciate it alone, it's too selfish.

Zeng Sui'an knew that Shen Ao was slandering him in his abdomen, and he groaned for a long time, and suddenly said, "There is." The spirited paper fan shook slowly, and said slowly: "Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this night is a lonely corner." It may not be that Su'e has no hatred, and the jade toad is cold and lonely. ”

"Good poem ......" everyone applauded, this poem rhythm is taken from Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival, on the basis of the Mid-Autumn Moon to fill in the words, although old-fashioned, Pingqian is very rigorous, to the effect that ten years have passed, this night travelers face the corner alone, Chang'e may not have no melancholy resentment, the palace is cold, and the osmanthus is lonely.

On the surface, there is no intention in the poem, and the wonderful thing is that Zeng Sui'an specially mentioned a night of travelers facing the corner alone, at this time it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the travelers can not return to their hometowns to reunite with their families, they can only face the wall alone to express their feelings, this feeling is melancholy and long, savor, it is a masterpiece.

What poetry wants is not the gorgeousness of the words, no matter how gorgeous the words are, they can't pile up good sentences, the important thing is to send feelings to the scenes, things, and things, so as to move people.

There were also many wanderers who were far away from their hometowns, some were studying in Bianjing to prepare for the next year's scientific examination, and many of them were already in tears at this moment.

The son in the corner called the third brother's eyes lit up, and he said to Ziyu: "The head of the four princes of Bianjing is really worthy of his reputation. ”

Zi Yu's face couldn't raise a trace of interest, and he yawned and said: "Third brother, what's so beautiful about composing poems, with this space, I'd rather go back and copy the crane picture." He clenched his fist angrily: "I must not lose to him, teach him to laugh at me." ”

The third brother laughed and said, "Zi Yu doesn't even know who he is, so he hates others?" ”

Zi Yuqiao's face turned red, and she said angrily: "Where do people hate him, it's too late to admire, but the more I admire, the more I don't want to be looked down upon by him, and I'm ashamed." ”

The third brother smiled slightly: "What's there to be ashamed of, maybe he is a seventy-year-old man, with white hair and hair, and he has been painting for sixty years." It has been immersed in silver for so many years to have such a penmanship. ”

Zi Yu tilted his head and pouted: "No, I see that he is at most a young man, as young as this Zeng Gongzi, if he is a septuagenarian, I am afraid that he will not even be able to hold the pen." As he spoke, his face turned red, and he said in his heart: "Ah, how can I say these words to the third brother." I was embarrassed to sneak a glance at the third brother, and when I saw that he turned his attention to Dou Shi again, he let go of his heart, and then continued to read Dou Shi, but he was thinking about his heart in a trance.

Zeng Gongzi was well received, and proudly said to Shen Aonunu, "Shen Gongzi, it's your turn." ”

Shen Ao knows poetry, but he doesn't know how to compose poetry, but fortunately, he still vaguely remembers some poems after the Northern Song Dynasty in his mind, which can be used to fill the scene. As for what plagiarism and piracy, he doesn't care at all, poetry is the same as copyright, first come, first served, now Shen Ao plans to register a few songs first, let the original creator cry a hundred years later.

He raised his head and deliberately went to see Fang Liang, grandma's, it turned out that he was a talented man with his head up, Shen Ao had an experience, as soon as he tilted his head, his neck was a little sore, Shen Ao sighed in his heart: "It seems that a talented man is not easy to be, and sooner or later he will have an occupational disease with a crooked neck." ”

Seeing that he didn't squeak, Zeng Gongzi thought that his skills were exhausted, so he sneered and urged: "What is Brother Shen delaying?" If you want to step on the genius of Bianjing, is this how much ability? ”

Shen Ao said: "It's okay right away, wait a minute." He pretended to be deep in thought, and paced back and forth with his head held high.

Seeing the amusement, Zi Yu said to the third brother: "This person is so strange, why is he staring at the beams of the house with his eyes open?" ”

The third brother pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head silently.

In fact, Shen Ao is a talented man who can't go home, although Zeng Suian raised his head, he closed his eyes, looking intoxicated. Shen Ao, on the other hand, stared at the housing beams with his eyes, although it was only a slight difference, but the effect was completely different.

"There it is." Shen Ao finally returned to his normal appearance, and slowly said in front of Zeng Suian's gaze: "Osmanthus floating jade, the first moon is full of heavenly streets, and the night is as cool as washing." The wind is full of eyebrows and cold bones, and people are in the Crystal Palace. Jiaolong stalks, watching the saga, ethereal sheng song boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds. I remember last year's night, in the Jiujiuxi Pavilion, the light moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were not dreamed of yesterday, and the autumn light is like a promise in the blink of an eye. Qingque came to the west, Chang'e reported to me, and the good time is approaching. Send a message to the couple, don't be drunk with the cold. ”

As soon as the words fell, someone said: "Not bad, good words." ”

Poetry is not separated, but no one said that the words made by Shen Ao did not match the title. This poem was made by Wen Zhengming, but the poor guy who was one of the four great talents in Jiangnan hundreds of years later let Shen Ao ** plagiarize naked before he was born.

The talents in the building chewed and reminisced about this poem, first some people applauded, and then some people were surprised. Speaking of lyrics, it is much more difficult to compose lyrics in a short period of time than to write poems, because the rhythm of the word card is more restrictive, and every word needs to be scrutinized for a long time, and it is not easy for Shen Ao to make a hundred words in a moment's effort, not to mention that the artistic conception of this poem is actually as good as Zeng Gongzi.

Someone stood up and shook his head and said: "This word is very strange and romantic." The upper knot "wants to fly across the colorful clouds", there are supernatural thoughts, and the lower knot "don't bear the cold and get drunk", and it is sentimental, and in the ups and downs, the contradictory mentality is vividly spit out. It's wonderful, it's good. ”

Another said: "This is a dilemma, who makes better poetry?" ”

So some people argued, this said: "Naturally, it is Zeng Gongzi's good, Zeng Gongzi's poems have profound meanings and make people feel a lot." ”

Someone objected: "I think Shen Gongzi's words are good, he can make such good words in a short time, who can do it in the people present?" ”

Someone said: "What are we fighting for, there is Chen Ji and Chen Xianggong, and there is a judgment, let's see what Chen Jixiang Gong says first?" ”

Chen Ji finally stood up embarrassedly at this moment, he couldn't imagine that Shen Ao had really made a good poem, but now he was in a dilemma again, these two poems can be described as equal, each with its own characteristics, it is difficult to judge the superior.

If he said that Zeng Sui'an's poems were good, it would obviously be unfair to Shen Ao, but if he said that Shen Ao's words were good, some people would guess that he had a good relationship with Shen Ao and favored Shen Ao.

Fortunately, he is old and cunning, although he was upright when he was young, but now he finally understands some of the principles of life, and he has an idea, and said: "This time is a draw, let's play again." "Impartiality, no one can gossip.