Yan Zheng could see that the other party seemed to appreciate this little poem, and he wanted to tell the other party that this little poem was his masterpiece, but no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't do this kind of blatant plagiarism of other people's poems and texts for himself, so he bowed to Jiang Yun next to him.

Jiang Yun was burying his head in dealing with the fish head, when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at the other party, and said casually: "I did it, what's wrong." He continued to bow his head and nibble on the fish's head.

A touch of disdain flashed on the delicate jade face of the handsome young man, and he said: "Poetry comes first, and fish eating comes later, but you can know that you are just a duplicitous and exaggerated hypocrite." ”

What does this mean, eating a fish is such a big opinion? Jiang Yun slandered in his heart, but he ignored it and continued to bury his head in dealing with that fish head.

The handsome young man didn't look away, and said no more.

Yan Zheng saw it really on the side, the other party seemed to be angry, and the object of anger was Jiang Yun, who was a little gloating in his heart, so he pushed Jiang Yun, who was buried in eating fish heads, and said in a low voice: "That brother Tai seems to be angry with you, why don't you hurry over and apologize to him, maybe you can get his forgiveness." In his opinion, this may be an opportunity to make friends with the other party.

Jiang Yun glanced to the side inexplicably, what kind of anger did the other party have, even if he was angry, what did he do, why did he apologize, isn't this full of food. If this man doesn't eat fish, why should other people eat fish?

In his eyes, that is a willful and angry little kid who has not taken off the heart of a child, maybe he is indeed the son and young master of a certain family, but it is not worth holding any stinky feet for this at all.

So he ignored Yan Zheng's words, let alone apologized, Yan Zheng saw it, and he didn't persuade much, and the three of them buried their heads in eating and drinking again.

After eating and drinking for a while, I saw Yan Zheng suddenly chuckle, and after attracting the attention of the two, he pretended to whisper to the two of them mysteriously, "Do you know, I recently got a treasure." ”

Seeing his chattering look, Zhou Shimin's heart moved, he was already very familiar with the other party's routine, and felt that it might be a good show that was about to be staged, so he immediately hurriedly cooperated: "Oh, what kind of baby, Brother Yan, tell me about it." ”

Yan Zheng pretended to be reserved again, and glanced at Jiang Yun next to him, but unfortunately Jiang Yun no longer paid attention to him, and only concentrated on dealing with the fish head in his mouth, if it wasn't for Zhou Shimin's active cooperation on the side, he really didn't know how to continue this play.

Under Zhou Shimin's repeated urging, he didn't sell Guan Zi anymore, took out an antique scroll from his arms, and put it on the table.

"What is this!" Looking at the scroll on the table, Zhou Shimin asked in surprise with great cooperation.

"Huang Meishan's manuscript 'Morning Hall Theory'!" Yan Zheng spit out this sentence lightly, and glanced at Jiang Yun next to him.

"Ah, Huang Meishan's manuscript 'Morning Theory'! Is this true!" Zhou Shimin deserved to be a very competent and qualified man, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Of course it's true, I'll still lie to you, hey, what are you going to do! Be careful, if you break this authentic manuscript of Huangmei Mountain, will you pay for it!"

Yan Zheng swore that he patted his chest and assured that this script was from Huang Meishan's handwritten ink, and when he saw Zhou Shimin picking up the scroll and was about to open it to watch, he hurriedly stopped it.

Zhou Shimin looked happy when he saw the hunting, and he couldn't stop begging, and finally Yan Zheng nodded and agreed to let the other party open it and take a look.

Zhou Shimin held the manuscript in his hand, carefully unfolded it in front of him, and admired it with all his attention.

The two of them appreciated this manuscript for a long time, but unfortunately Jiang Yun on the side was always indifferent, just buried his head in dealing with the fish head, and seemed to be completely uninterested in what they said about Huang Meishan's autographed manuscript "Morning Hall Theory".

Yan Zheng was a little anxious when he saw it, what did he and Zhou Shimin do with so much saliva on this manuscript, they wanted to attract the attention of the other party and let the fish take the bait, and now the other party ignored it and didn't bite the hook at all, so how to implement his plan.

In fact, if it was the previous Jiang Yun, I was afraid that he would have already smelled the smell and taken the bait, but unfortunately the current Jiang Yun is no longer the other Jiang Yun, when Yan Zheng took out this script and came out, he knew what trick the other party was playing, so let the other party act there and act loudly, he just stayed on the side and did not move, and he was not fooled at all.

"Ha, I heard that Lu Wenpeng in the West Pavilion made a big splash today, have you heard of it!"

Just when Yan Zheng was anxious and thinking about how to lure the fish into the bait, he heard a long laugh from the few academy students at the adjacent table, and someone laughed loudly.

As a student of the East Pavilion, they all have a reputation for their children's lives, and they have never paid much attention to those students in the West Pavilion, but for that Lu Wenpeng, they will not have the slightest contempt, because in the eyes of many people, with that Lu Wenpeng's talent, the imperial examination high school is a matter of time.

Some professors of the academy have long asserted that Lu Wenpeng's talent and learning, when he was at the Qionglin banquet, this may be a bit arbitrary and exaggerated, after all, the road to the imperial examination is difficult and dangerous, and it is difficult to guarantee that you will be able to enter the Qionglin banquet, but it can also be seen that the academy recognizes Lu Wenpeng's talent.

"Oh, I don't know if that Lu Wenpeng has any amazing work, I just came back from home, but I don't know. The young student in the red robe asked with great interest.

Immediately, someone chanted loudly and said: "The good wind uses its strength to send me to the green clouds!" I don't know if this sentence is considered an amazing word in the mouth of Brother Chu Han?"

The young man in the jujube red robe looked moved when he heard it, obviously this extraordinary poem also shocked him, and after a long time, he said to himself: I didn't expect this Lu Wenpeng to be able to make such amazing words, his ambition is really not small, I Liu Chuhan used to underestimate him.

When the others heard it, they couldn't help but admire, even though they have always been arrogant and unwilling to convince people easily, but after hearing this poem, they have to admit that this is indeed a good sentence that can undoubtedly enter this month's "collection of good articles".

The handsome young man sitting by the window of the river, who had been drinking himself as if no one was there, in addition to watching the beautiful scenery outside, was actually bored listening to the conversation of everyone in the hall, and he heard the conversation of the students of the academy at the adjacent table.

When he heard the sentence "A good wind relies on his strength to send me to Qingyun", he couldn't help but be slightly moved on his delicate jade face, which had been quiet and waveless, his eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "A good wind with his strength, send me to Qingyun! In this Qinghe Academy, there are really some talented people." ”

"Lu Wenpeng, is it? The name had already left an impression on his mind.

"Hehe, although Lu Wenpeng's sentence 'good wind relies on strength, send me to Qingyun' is talented, but to say that the most interesting thing today is not this incident. At that moment, I heard someone laughing again.

"Oh, I wonder if there's anything more interesting?" asked someone with good deeds.

The man seemed to be unable to help it, so he laughed, laughing so inexplicably that he couldn't stop urging, so he didn't sell Guan Zi anymore, and said: "If you want to say that the most interesting thing today is that it happened in the West Pavilion, a poem written by a student. ”

Hearing another poem, everyone became even more curious, and they all thought, is that poem more extraordinary than Lu Wenpeng's sentence "Good wind with strength, send me to Qingyun", this is impossible, when did the West Pavilion become a place where talented people come out, how can they still mix with these East Pavilion students, how can they be embarrassed.

The handsome young man sitting by the window of the river, who was sitting by the river, couldn't help but prick up his ears and listened attentively at this moment, obviously interested in what the man said, a poem that was more interesting than "With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds".

On this side, Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin glanced at each other, and vaguely guessed what was going on with the interesting poem that the man said, and the two looked at Jiang Yun next to them silently sympathetically, although they felt bad, they couldn't stop others from talking.

"What kind of poem is it, say it quickly, say it quickly!" On that side, someone couldn't help but urge again and again.

The man took a deep breath and said, "Today, Mr. Jia Mengchen from the West Pavilion came up with a question, with the wind as the topic, and asked the students to compose a poem of words and aspirations, and Lu Wenpeng's half of the poem was made in this way, and another student made a more interesting ......."

In the expectant eyes of everyone, he did not sell Guan Zi anymore, and chanted loudly on the spot: "The east wind blows, the war drums beat, the beauty is drunk, the king returns, the good news flies, and the strong man returns to ......"

And so it was. On this side, Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin glanced at each other, and looked at Jiang Yun next to him again with sympathetic eyes.

Jiang Yun, who was the party concerned, was still calm at the moment, and continued to bury his head in dealing with the fish head, as if what the other party said had nothing to do with him at all.

"Although this poem is not bad, it is just a decent and ordinary work, and it is not necessarily interesting, let alone better than the sentence 'Good wind with strength, send me to Qingyun'!"

"Don't worry, there's down there. ”

The man took another deep breath and continued to chant, "The east wind blows, and the war drums beat...... Who is afraid of whom in today's world...... Either the west wind presses the east wind, or the east wind presses the west wind!"

After reading it in one breath, there was an eerie silence in the field at first, and then as if it had been agreed, everyone began to laugh loudly, leaning forward and backward with laughter, staggering back and forth.

"Flutter-"

There is no exception, the handsome young man sitting in the window of Linjiang, hearing this, inevitably covered his mouth and smiled, laughing so much that he couldn't get up after lying on the table for a long time.