Lang Yu'er casually found a place to sit down, and she was in no mood to continue to be coquettish.

After all, the scars have been uncovered by others, where can she be arrogant and temperamental?

For a while, all the other talents began to recite poems.

Today, the theme of everyone's poetry is the bright moon mentioned earlier.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless poems about the bright moon, but it is precisely because of this that it is more and more difficult for later generations of poets to create masterpieces in this regard.

Jewel is ahead, and it is not easy to surpass it.

Soon, many talented people wrote some poems.

But on the whole, the standard is quite ordinary.

Talent is a very difficult thing to teach, because it doesn't just happen when you let it appear, it has to work with inspiration to a large extent, and the timing is hard to determine.

Even if you are a very powerful and well-known talent, when you are not in a state, what you write can be just as unsightly.

Originally, you praised me, I praised you, and that's it.

But who knew that when a group of talented people were blowing each other's business, Lang Yuer actually stood up.

She wrote: "The moon is bright and quiet, and people confess their names!" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the talents around everyone who praised each other slurred.

"This ...... Miss Lang Yu'er is so talented! ”

"Yueming's heart is calm, the people are innocent, and the battle is neat, and it seems that there is a deep meaning."

"It's more than that. This sentence is that Miss Yu'er is talking about herself, comparing herself to the moon in the sky, and at the same time talking about her innocence. ”

"It's not just Shimei, but it also responds to the malicious slander that Xu Gongzi gave her before."

"Hey, this is our literati backbone, and responding with poetry is not more convincing than those saliva words. I don't know how many times higher than some people's inexplicable slander! ”

A group of talented and virtuous womanizers surrounded Miss Yu'er, and you said a word to me, secretly belittled Xu Yuan to the point that he was worthless.

Who made Xu Yuan even look down on Yangzhou Skinny Horse?

Don't you want to stand out from the crowd?

You're different enough now, aren't you?

Xu Yuan chuckled.

That's it?

Compared with the poems related to the moon, he can make the scholars of this world no longer have a moon to write to believe or not?

"Who else would like to try a thing or two?"

Just when the rest of the people wanted to provoke Xu Yuan, Yu'er spoke.

The geniuses around him suddenly fell silent.

What to try?

Their previous works are not as quiet as the moonlight and calm sentence of the dusty woman who just made Yu'er.

Isn't it uncomfortable to compare again?

After all, to put it bluntly, these people also think that they are scholars, and there are even many talented masters among them.

Lost to a Yangzhou thin horse, and lost its value in vain.

This can also be seen from the complex and distorted mentality of these people.

On the one hand, they are eager for Yangzhou thin horses like Lang Yuer, and on the other hand, they actually have discrimination against Yangzhou thin horses in their hearts because of their experience and identity.

"Isn't there a childe willing to give it a try?" Lang Yu'er smiled and took out a brush and said, "The slave family came from Jiangcheng and learned a very interesting little game over there. ”

"It is said that the talents who have played this game can end up with great talents. A few days ago, several scholars and talents in Jiangcheng wrote articles that were famous in Jiangcheng, relying on the stimulation of this little game. ”

Everyone frowned, interested.

That's Jiangcheng.

It is the state city of Jiangzhou, a real big city, and a gathering place for upper-class people.

"Oh? I don't know what kind of game it is? Youxiucai asked.

Lang Yu'er said: "This game is called a pen fairy!" Just hold the brush between the backs of both hands and pray with your heart, you can awaken the fairy spirit in the pen, so that the fairy spirit can stimulate the talent contained in the prayer person's body, and the talent will be exposed, and the famous article will be written. ”

"After the autumn, it is Jiangzhou Township to try, with the blessing of this talent, you sons will definitely be able to be on the list."

This last sentence undoubtedly hit the soft underbelly of all of you.

A Xiucai raised his hand: "Miss Yu'er, I'll give it a try." ”

Lang Yu'er walked to the other party's side with the Liuyun pen, and then put the brush between the backs of the other party's hands.

During this period, because of the need to adjust the posture, Lang Yu'er's chest was once grinding on the arm of that Xiucai.

In that scene, many talented people swallowed their saliva.

And Xiucai himself is even more red-faced.

Then he began to pray according to the prayer that Lang Yu'er had taught.

Next, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the brush between the backs of Xiucai's hands began to move slowly.

Twists and turns write one word after another.

Holding a pen behind his hand, it is difficult to write, not to mention that Xiucai obviously did not take the initiative to carry the pen.

The brush writes and paints by itself, and finally joins it into a poem.

"Lin Shen is gone, and the bright moon is coming. Good poetry, this is good poetry! "Someone spoke, unbelievable.

This word is used brilliantly and can be called the essence! Admire, admire! ”

"Brother Niu in the past, even if he could write poems at this level, I am afraid that he would not be able to use such subtle words!"

It was an almost immediate change.

If the poetry of the previous Xiucai was at the level of Luzhen, it can still be passed on by mouth for a period of time in Luzhen.

So now this sentence is a level that can be spread outside Luzhen and add glory to the faces of Luzhen readers.

It's a leap forward.

"I'll try, I'll try!" Another genius raised his hand, but judging from his actions of glancing at Lang Yu'er's chest from time to time, writing poems is fake, and rubbing oil is real.

But after a few breaths, the audience boiled.

Because this talented man who doesn't have much ability actually wrote a good poem.

God!

Next, everyone raised their hands and actively participated, all wanting to get the blessing of this talent.

The scene was very hot.

Only Xu Yuan and Zhou Xiaocheng were buried in their heads eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas on the table.

To tell the truth, it's really too wasteful not to eat this table of delicacies, considering Zhou Xiaocheng's family background, what mood does he have to chant poetry against?

The sensible Zhou Xiaocheng even inadvertently hid two chicken legs around his waist, ready to take them back to honor his father.

In comparison, the snow-white breasts of the girl who made Yu'er were unattractive to Zhou Xiaocheng, and they were not even as good as the meatballs in the fragrant bowl!

And Xu Yuan was even more sneering.

Those talented people are really interesting, obviously they didn't write it themselves, but it was born from their pen, and they didn't mind taking it all.

In fact, this so-called fairy in the pen is just the little ghost on Yu'er's shoulder.

Whenever a talented man holds a pen between the backs of his hands, the little ghost will go over to move the brush, so as to write some exquisite poems that Yu'er has prepared a long time ago.

Among them, there may even be some poems that are used or even stolen from the recent works created by some great talents from outside.

It's only because Luzhen is remote and ill-informed that those talented people don't recognize it.

And the reason why you have to use the back of your hand is probably because the little ghost has limited strength.

After all, no matter how bad the talents who can write a good hand, it is also the level of more than ten years of practice.

Once the talents hold the pen with their forehand, the little ghost who is not deeply cultivated may not be able to break the brush.

In this way, Liu Shusheng's death before seems to have a reasonable explanation.

The cold light in Xu Yuan's eyes flickered, and there was really a demon at work.

It's just that this time the demon is not a spirit, but a human.

Is it the Yangzhou thin horse in front of you, or is it ...... Is it her master?