"Okay, now it's time for our East Pavilion students to take action. ”

Liu Chuhan wanted to counteract the influence of this poem as soon as possible, so he glanced at a young man in white and motioned for him to play. The young man in white is none other than Cui Hao, who is also a well-known talent leader on the side of the East Pavilion students.

Cui Hao took the lead, walked out, looked around, and the hall that was still a little noisy before suddenly quieted down, and the applause of the students in the West Pavilion also stopped abruptly.

Cui Hao's reputation, most of the people present know, and they have some expectations for his poems.

Cui Hao paced a few steps in the center of the hall, and waited until the hall was completely quiet before he took a deep breath, raised his head to the sky, and chanted loudly: "There are tall buildings here, and the clouds are on the same level. Hearing the sound of string singing, the sound is so sad—"

"Good, good poetry!"

At this time, the students of the East Pavilion applauded and applauded, and the students of the West Pavilion were silent, and they reacted, everyone was still eating and chatting, and they were doing their own thing, as if they were learning from each other, and they were fighting back against the East Pavilion just now.

Cui Hao paced a few more steps and read out the second half of the poem: "Sigh again and again, be generous and mournful." does not hesitate to suffer the singer, but the wounded acquaintance is scarce. I am willing to fly high for the double birds!"

The words fell, the East Pavilion students were cheering, the West Pavilion students were silent for a moment, and a sparse applause rang out, this poem is really good, even if they want to deliberately snub it, they can't do it.

The handsome young man's face was slightly moved again, he stood up and toasted a glass of wine.

As soon as these two poems came up, they were the first to catch people's attention, and they were extraordinary, which made the atmosphere in the hall of the restaurant rise, and then the students of the East and West Pavilions were gearing up one by one, taking turns to play and compete with each other.

Other students applauded, some still drank and ate and enjoyed themselves, and some would boo unceremoniously when they saw the clumsy poems.

The next poems are not too eye-catching, which can be seen from the fact that the handsome young man has been sitting upright on his seat and has no movements.

Jiang Yun also sent the wine and food at their table, Jiang Yun was low-key and only cared about eating and drinking, while Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin were eating and drinking, and at the same time commenting on everyone's poems, naturally there were no good words, but some contemptuous and mean words.

Some of their comments, heard by the students next to them, but they also took them as a deaf ear, did not bother with them, only treated them as air, which made Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin even more energetic, and their comments were even more unscrupulous, and their voices became louder and louder.

"What kind of tears are flowing on this railing, it's boring, I don't think he's crying, it's better to cry. ”

"Yes, there is also this sentence, Mochizuki is sad and broken, at first glance, it is empty and nothing, a patchwork of patchwork!"

The discussion between the two became more and more unscrupulous, and finally the person next to him couldn't listen anymore, and a student stood up and scolded them: "You guys are talking nonsense here, nonsense, other people's poems are not good, then you go up and make one, let me wait to see how good your poems are?"

Yan Zheng grabbed a chicken thigh, took a big bite, chewed it heavily, and showed an expression of enjoyment, and then said slowly: "I'm afraid that as soon as my poem comes out, you will all be ashamed of yourself and dare not do it again, so I'll wait a while." ”

These words immediately caused a lot of public anger, and everyone scolded and denounced one after another, and Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin still went their own way, drinking and eating meat, and commenting from time to time.

"Don't pay attention to them, these three are just here to amuse, and the more you pay attention to them, the more energetic they become. Someone said.

At this time, it was the turn of the West Pavilion students to compose poems, just now the West Pavilion students were on the field, and the poems they made were not very good, and the scene had a tendency to be suppressed by the other party, Lu Wenpeng glanced at Li Yuanchun next to him, and motioned him to play and save the decline here.

Li Yuanchun smiled faintly, got up and walked into the field. Seeing him play, the hall, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became much quieter. This Li Yuanchun is a talent leader on the same level as Lu Wenpeng among the students of the West Pavilion, and when he saw him playing, even the Dongge students also showed a little concern.

Li Yuanchun came to the center of the hall, paced a few steps, and in the eyes of everyone, he recited: "As soon as you go to the high city, you will be sorrowful, and the willows will be like Tingzhou——"

"Good, good poetry!" the words fell, and some people applauded.

"It's just Er'er, it's mediocre, there's nothing extraordinary. Yan Zheng's words were not loud or small, and they were heard by many people next to him, which attracted angry eyes.

"The clouds are beginning to rise and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings-" Li Yuanchun paced a few more steps and read out the next sentence.

As soon as this sentence came out, there was a brief silence in the field, and then it attracted a wave of applause.

"What a mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings!

All of a sudden, all kinds of admiration in the hall were endless, even the students of the East Pavilion also temporarily abandoned the dispute between the East and West Pavilions, and applauded this wonderful poem.

This time, even Yan Zheng, who had been complaining, had no words for a while, just muttered a few words in a low voice, not knowing what he was saying.

"Under the birds, the green Qinyuan is sunset, the cicadas are singing, the yellow leaves are sad, and the Han Palace is sad. Pedestrians don't ask about the year, so the east wind and Wei water flow in the country. In the endless admiration of the hall, Li Yuanchun finished reciting the entire poem.

The handsome young man who had been sitting for a long time without movement picked up his wine glass again, stood up, and said with a light smile: "For this sentence 'the mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings', I salute Li Gongzi with a glass!"

Li Yuanchun bowed, took the wine glass handed over by others, drank it all, and retreated.

After Li Yuanchun's poem came out, many people secretly speculated that if there were no masterpieces in the future, it would be no accident that this song "Mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings" should be the most popular.

The students of the West Pavilion were elated and the atmosphere was warm, on the other hand, the students of the East Pavilion were dull, and it stands to reason that it should be the turn of the students of the East Pavilion to appear now, but Li Yuanchun's poem is too good, and no one on the side of the East Pavilion students is willing to play for a while.

Seeing that there was no movement on the side of the East Pavilion students for a long time, the momentum of the West Pavilion students rose sharply, reversing the decline just now in one fell swoop and overpowering the other party.

"Yan Zheng, aren't you a student of the East Pavilion, you won't play at this time, let alone when, see how hard you blew just now, let me wait and see, your peerless masterpiece?"

On the side of the students of the West Pavilion, some people joked, many people followed and laughed, everyone thought that Yan Zheng was only silent at this time, and when he shrunk his head for the turtle's share, who knew that to everyone's surprise, I saw Yan Zheng throw a chicken thigh that had been gnawed to the point that only bare bones remained, stood up, and strode into the field.

Seeing that he really looked like he was going to compose a poem, everyone was stunned, and the hall suddenly became a lot quieter.

"Yan Zheng, don't make trouble here, don't hurry up and retreat!"

On the side of the students of the East Pavilion, some people shouted loudly. Originally, the situation on the side of the East Pavilion students was already not good, if he let this Yan Zheng come out and make a fool of himself, he would lose face and be a small matter, and even the East Pavilion students would also suffer the pond fish, and he would lose face.

Yan Zheng snorted coldly, and said to the person who shouted: "What's the matter, I, Yan Zheng, am also a student of the East Pavilion, representing the student of the East Pavilion, and I also paid the entrance fee, why can't I compose poetry here, let me tell you, I can not only compose poetry here, but also wait for my poetry to be rated as the leader by this brother, then I can also get all the gambling money of all you today!"

The person who said these words was speechless, speechless, many people heard it but vomited, this Yan Zheng is simply ashamed, and he still thinks about winning the championship and winning the gambling money, it is really shameless, it seems that the face of today's Dongge students is going to be lost by him.

The students of the West Pavilion were happy to see this kind of scene, but they coaxed him to support him and let him compose poems.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to compose a poem, hurry up and do not be verbose!"

On the side of the Dongge students, they don't fight, they just want him to finish the poem quickly, so as not to continue to show their ugliness here, and lose the face of the Dongge students.

Yan Zheng snorted a few times, paced a few steps in the center of the hall, and then chanted loudly: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance?

"Good, good poetry!"

After Yan Zheng finished reciting, there was a cheer, but this cheer was strangely thin and harsh in the silent hall, just because in the audience, only Zhou Shimin was the only one who applauded.

The students of the West Pavilion naturally did not cheer, and the students of the East Pavilion disliked and despised others, and they would not support the scene, so it caused such a scene, the audience was quiet, and only Zhou Shimin's applause was heard, and Jiang Yun wisely remained silent.

"A good poem indeed. ”

To everyone's surprise, in the quiet of the audience and the applause of Zhou Shimin alone, the handsome young man sitting by the window of Linjiang raised his glass again and stood up, and gestured to Yan Zheng in the audience with a smile: "For this first mountain outside the Qingshan Building, I salute this son." ”

Yan Zheng, who was originally very upset because of the silence and solemnity of the audience, suddenly turned overjoyed, stretched out his hand, and said loudly: "Wine!"

His friend Zhou Shimin immediately poured a glass of wine and sent it to him, Yan Zheng took the wine glass, took it and drank it all.

After drinking, he threw the wine glass on the ground and said in high spirits: "The house is full of green shirts and I don't know the goods, but it is enough to have a confidant!"