"I'm laughing to death, it's so funny......"

On that side, the laughter continued, but on this side, Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin couldn't sit still, worried that Jiang Yun had any ideas, Yan Zheng said: "Congratulations Pingchuan, your poems are so sensational, and they will be famous all over the world and passed on to future generations, and they are just around the corner." ”

Zhou Shimin nodded in agreement, with a look of envy.

Jiang Yun also waved his hand at this moment, and said, "Brother Yan has won the award, it's just a graffiti work, and he is just smiling and generous." ”

Yan Zheng said: "Pingchuan is just scribbling, there are such excellent works, the poetry is really good, I admire my brother!"

Zhou Shimin nodded in agreement on the side, and the two complimented each other here, and pondered to lead the topic to the previous "morning hall theory" of Huangmei Mountain.

At this time, the laughter next to him finally stopped, and only one person asked in a loud voice: "I don't know which brother in the West Pavilion wrote such a funny and ridiculous poem, but I am very curious." ”

Someone said: "I also heard from the people over there in the West Pavilion, I heard that the person who made this poem is named Jiang Yun, this person used to have a small name in the West Pavilion, many people know that there is a name of 'bookworm', in fact, he is just a nerd, it seems that the name of this 'bookworm' is really worthy of the name, there is no such nerdy, and he can't write such stupid and ridiculous poems." ”

As he spoke, he began to tell how bookish he was, how pedantic and stubborn he was, and everyone listened with interest, and bursts of laughter came from time to time.

Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin's faces were not good-looking, and they glanced at Jiang Yun next to them from time to time, worried that the other party would not be able to bear it after knowing the "truth".

"I heard that this nerd is often beaten by people, and he is often regarded as a wronged leader, and he treats him to eat and drink, but he doesn't know it, and he also leads people to confidants......"

The man continued to talk about the interesting things that happened to the "bookworm" that he heard, and when he heard this, Yan Zheng and Zhou Shimin's faces changed sharply, and they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Nonsense!" Yan Zheng slammed the table and stood up.

There was a bang, interrupting everyone's conversation and laughter, startling everyone present, and they all turned their heads to look this way, not understanding what was happening.

Someone recognized Yan Zheng and said unhappily: "Yan Zheng, what are you yelling about." ”

Yan Zheng didn't care about offending everyone at this moment, and rebuked loudly: "Sage Yun, sit quietly and think about your own mistakes, and don't talk about people's wrongs!

Jiang Yun pulled the other party's sleeve and whispered with gratitude: "Brother Yan doesn't have to be like this, for the sake of the next matter, wouldn't it be my sin to provoke you to make enemies with your classmates." ”

Yan Zheng waved his hand, and said sternly: "Pingchuan doesn't have to worry, you and I are sincere to intersect, I naturally want to see the unevenness of the road and say a fair word." ”

Someone's face was not good-looking, and he shouted: "Yan Zheng, have you taken the wrong medicine, let's talk about it here, taste poetry and papers, enjoy yourself, what's your business, aren't you a dog with a mouse, nosy." ”

Yan Zheng suddenly burst out laughing, and the man said with a calm face, "What are you laughing at." ”

Yan Zheng stopped laughing and said: "I laugh at you for being superficial and mean, jealous and jealous, you are ridiculous, how can you laugh at others!"

"What, you dare to say this, how can it be reasonable, what is the basis for you to say this, I want you to immediately retract what you just said and apologize to us!" The man was immediately angry, and the others were also angry and reprimanded.

Yan Zheng snorted, ignored it, and chanted to himself: "The east wind blows, the war drums beat, the beauty is drunk, I look forward to the king's return, the good news flies, and the strong man returns to ......"

After a pause, he commented: "This poem is in excellent style, imposing, concise and powerful, heroic and emotional, where is it bad, what is ridiculous, you are here to wantonly slander and laugh, not superficial and mean, jealous and jealous, what is it." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and looked at each other, they didn't expect that someone would stand up and say this good thing about the east wind, and say it so righteously and strictly.

"What about the back, why don't you taste it later. Someone asked.

Yan Zheng glanced at the man, and continued to chant: "The east is blowing, the war drums are beating, 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!"

Taking a deep breath, he said eloquently: "This second half of the que, shallow but not vulgar, white but not charming, pointing directly to the hearts of the people, dripping with joy, profound meaning, is the finishing touch, the artistic conception is even more lofty, enough to be called a wonderful masterpiece! ”

Everyone looked at each other again, speechless for a while, they didn't expect that there would be such a shameless person, who could still be said to be a flower for such a crooked poem.

Some people wonder if this Yan Zheng has taken the wrong medicine and repeatedly defended such crooked poems, what is the purpose of the intention.

Someone sneered: "Ha, we really can't write such a wonderful work, I think Yan Zheng you can write it, I think only people with the same smell can write such a wonderful work, don't you say?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Yan Zheng snorted, didn't pay any more attention, sat down again, and said to Jiang Yun: "Pingchuan, don't pay attention to these people, these people are just jealous of your ability and jealousy of your talents." There are so many villains like this in the world that you don't have to care about it at all. ”

Zhou Shimin also chimed in: "Yes, yes, don't bother with these." Yes, we still continue to appreciate this Huangmeishan autographed manuscript 'Morning Hall Theory', Pingchuan, you take a look. ”

He took the manuscript that Yan Zheng brought on the table and handed it to Jiang Yun to read.

Someone had already noticed their table, and when they heard Yan Zheng's words, many suspicious eyes fell on Jiang Yun's body, listening to this Yan Zheng's tone, could it be that the person in front of him was the author of this east wind blowing?

Someone asked on the spot, and asked Jiang Yun in a loud voice: "Could it be that this benevolent brother is the author of this east wind blowing, Jiang Yun?"

Hearing him ask, more eyes looked at Jiang Yun's side, even the handsome young man sitting by the window of Linjiang was no exception.

Yan Zheng was worried that he would cause any more trouble, so he glanced at Jiang Yun and said, "Don't pay attention to them, we just have to drink and essay." ”

Facing the eyes of many people who gathered over, Jiang Yun looked sincerely frightened, stood up, looked around and saluted: "It is indeed Jiang Yun below, this east wind blowing is indeed clumsy, and the talent in the next is shallow, and the level is limited, so you can laugh! Please give me a lot of advice!"

Seeing him frankly admit that he was the author of this east wind blowing, everyone was surprised, and felt a burst of laughter, but they didn't expect that they had been talking about this crooked poem for a long time, but the main owner was sitting in front of them.

"This, this, how to say it, your poem, it's not bad......"

Seeing that he frankly said that he was the author of the East Wind Blowing, his attitude was so sincere that people didn't know what to say in person.

"I wonder why you Yan Zheng is trying to defend this east wind blowing, it turns out that you are eating people with a short mouth. Someone suddenly realized at this time, and sneered with disdain.

Yan Zheng remained silent and reprimanded: "What nonsense are you talking about, how can I not understand the words of this benevolent brother." ”

The man sneered and said: "Yan Zheng, don't you still admit it, it turns out that the one who likes to play the autumn wind and take advantage of others is you." ”

Yan Zheng still sat there, his expression did not move, and said: "You are just living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, I don't say much to a villain like you." ”

"The facts are right in front of you, Yan Zheng, you still dare to quibble, it's not that you eat people with a short mouth, why do you want to defend him vigorously!" the man sneered.

Yan Zhengzheng said: "It's very simple, I really think that this east wind is blowing very well." I have a sincere relationship with Pingchuan, and my love is like iron, how can you be shaken by such a verbal provocation. ”

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be such a brazen and brazen person. The man scoffed.

Jiang Yun had to speak at this time, got up and said: "You have misunderstood, Brother Yan is not such a person, this banquet, it is Brother Yan who is the east, and he specially celebrates this poem." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, they originally thought that Yan Zheng was fighting the autumn wind and eating people's short mouths, but when Jiang Yun said this, could it be that they were wrong.

"Congratulations for your poem, what is there to celebrate?" someone asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yun said: "Of course, it is to celebrate the next blockbuster, the fame, and the name of the poem spread everywhere." ”

"This ......"

Seeing someone "complacent" and smug, everyone couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter again.

It seems that this person is indeed worthy of the name of "bookworm", just a nerd. Now there was no doubt in the hearts of the people.

The handsome young man next to him was panting with laughter again, and he lay straight on the table.

Zhou Shimin pulled Jiang Yun back to his seat, pushed the script brought by Yan Zheng in front of him again, and said, "Don't pay attention to those people, let's still drink papers and enjoy ourselves." Pingchuan might as well appreciate this Huangmei Mountain's 'morning theory'. ”

Jiang Yun sat down, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to pick up the manuscript and read it.

After those people laughed, they drank and laughed again, and for a while no one came to make trouble again.

Recalling in his mind, Jiang Yun remembered who this Huang Meishan was, it was a senior in this county, named Huang Wenyan, who had been a high school jinshi in the previous dynasty, Meishan was his number, this person was good at calligraphy, he was very famous in the local area, he was quite respected, and he was also a celebrity.

According to Yan Zheng, the manuscript in front of him is the manuscript of "Morning Hall Theory" handwritten by Huang Meishan, which condenses the heroic atmosphere left by him.

If Jiang Yun was in the past, when he saw such a handwritten manuscript of a local celebrity, he would definitely be excited, love it, and collect it, but now Jiang Yun doesn't think much of this manuscript, just a little local celebrity, and looking at the level of calligraphy, the charm is not obvious, vulgar and ordinary, and it is not enough for him to take a look at it.

What's more, what to say is Huang Meishan's handwritten manuscript, it is just Yan Zheng's words, of course he will not be naïve to believe the other party's words, not surprisingly, this manuscript is a fake nine times out of ten, just a pit dug for him.